Monday, December 29, 2014

rough country...





After all those years living in rough country or country rough, I'm Very aware of the fact that:

 There is a dishwasher here, and it isn't me. But I'm so used to washing dishes by hand, as I cook, that I often forget to just put them in the dishwasher. 

It is constantly warm here in the parents house. I find myself outside in the early mornings with the excuse of running Willie, but really because I'm still not used to the central heat.  More to waking up in a freezing cold house and restarting a wood stove or turning on a small one room heaterNo need to wear three layers of everything here, still I have to have the window cracked in my bedroom for real air. (a habit inherited from my grandpa)

To turn a knob at the kitchen sink and have instant scalding hot water for the french press or the tea pot.  Though I have taken to that device, I kinda miss the call of the kettle or my cowcamp coffee pot.

My ol coffee pot has hung over many a fire



Flick a switch in the living room and the fireplace, behind glass, comes on.  So not my style, but then it's not my house. I liked the whole process of cutting, splitting, stacking wood in the summer to keep you warm in winter. The wood smelled so good. And when the power goes out you can still cook, heat water, and warm the house with a wood stove.


I installed a new shower head in my bathroom and now I can take really long hot showers!  Not the lukewarm to cold cold they have been in cowcamps past. Not to have to worry about someone turning on the hot water elsewhere in camp, because you know you will be getting ice water if they do, is heaven!

Interesting that those around me take all these things for granted, they don't ever give it a second thought, it just is.  
I like creature comforts, and I really appreciate the fact that I have them, 

but there are no horses here...

Lisa's Joe as a baby


And... mom's tiny Filipino home helper has taken it as her mission to find me a boyfriend... (Not that I don't trust him, but Dad was strangely silent during the latest exchange on this topic.)  I told her I was going to the pharmacy to pickup mom's meds. She said, "you can't go wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, what if you meet some handsome man?"  "Go change into something nice, and don't forget to wink!!!"  

So for God's sake if you see a nicely dressed ol berserker cowgirl with a twitchy eye... don't shoot.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Wisdom & Way...




I believe there is truth in that quote,

and though the picture is not mine, it makes me smile with memories of the Cowman on Sage bringing in the remuda.

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Cowgirl Way







Thursday, December 25, 2014

Blessings...


God gave His greatest gift to us
on that first Christmas Day
  may the wonder of it
always guide and light your way...
MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Tidings for you...




I wish you...
a candle to light the way, 
an Angel to watch over you, 
and a yeehaw helo ride,
I wish you...
 and yours a most Blessed Christmas
 and a New Year full of Good Tidings.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

A wish...




The once yearly, if I'm lucky, chance for a friend and I to get together for brunch came recently. I don't get to see her nearly as often as I would like, but as she said some of those that are dearest to us we don't get to see very often.  True that.
She would never claim that she was more than an ordinary woman.  It is not so, she does so much for family and friends, always with a stead fast heart (and often a wicked sense of humor). She is an Extraordinary woman.
Being widowed at a young age with small children was no easy thing. Nor was pulling herself out of that misery, and putting herself through college. Starting over with her second love husband, was not that easy either. She seems to think it has been the two men she chose to marry that have been her bright stars. I think it is she that is the shining star, and all of us that know her are blessed to bask in her light.
Shine on Jody, have a Blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year! 

Love & Laughter, Brighid 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

A Woody Question...



I'm not exactly without some experience at being cheap (free) labor in roofing a garage, pouring concrete sidewalks, building doll houses, cedar decks, & chicken houses, making Morris chairs, tiling kitchens and bathrooms, etc...  
With that in mind I finished fixing two doors at my end of the house that have been sticking since the first big storm. Dad says the house is settling... but why then only two doors out of four that are in close proximity?  Anyway, I would have marked the sticky parts, taken them down and planed them off out in the garage, but his house, his rules, and he wanted them sanded off in place.  Got the big ladder setup, put new heavy grit paper in the old sander and started in...while hanging off the ladder with one leg around the door to keep it from moving. Dad's old sander, has one speed crazy FAST, and was doing a job of taking down the top of the door.  Keeping the sander level was a challenge most of the time, plus I had to stop often in order to test the door.  Finally finished one door, moved the ladder, and got three quarters of the way done with the second door, when a small glimmer * of a thought came to me.  Why don't I plug in the whole house vac hose and hold it next to the sander, more over why the heck didn't I do that at the start?  Too late, everything for ten feet around and myself was covered in lots of sawdust...
So, my question is: should I paint the top of the doors to keep them from absorbing moisture or ...?

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Listen...

We have had some wind and rain and are expecting more rain, lots of rain. 



The oak leaves are coming down and covering all the walks around the house with tannin stains. I rather like the mottled effect, no one else does it seems.  Today I went out to blow the leaves off the walks and out of the rock borders.  I'm not very good with the blower yet, so there I am blowing those small fluttery oak leaves every which way and it starts to rain, making the task a bit more interesting.  
Finally my neighbor can't stand it any more... 
"Brig, you do know it's raining right, you're soaking wet, have leaves all over you, and your laughing!"   
"Yep I know, it's a good day... if you listen careful like you can hear the cow feed growing." 

Monday, December 8, 2014

Tis crabby season...

Tis the season... that special season, filled with wonder and joy, 
and unfinished decorating, a plugged dryer vent, unfinished presents, and strange flickering lights (in the garage).
I am in a really crabby mood, so if you want to skip down to the bottom *PICS... go for it.
  
I didn't want to set up Mom's little fake white tree, so I went and bought a real tree, a noble fir. This is as far as I have gotten or may get with the decorating...


 I miss old Bessie...as I could have gotten a much bigger tree in her. She never complained of needles in her cracks. 
Not long ago I saw a picture of a crunched & burned out suv on the front page of the paper. I told Dad it was old Bessie. Damn, I would know her rims anywhere.  I read the story, the wife of the man that bought old Bessie was killed in the solo accident.  Dammit.
Dad got it in his head to buy a 250 motorcycle, I tried to talk him into a 2up or a quad. But he wasn't having it, and got mad at me for even suggesting that it just might be too much for him. (This is a man who I'm taking to PT three days a week to improve his balance.) Called my brother for some backup, where upon he promptly said it was my problem, handle it. Dad found a motorcycle on CL and got Jim to take him up to get it. He couldn't even hold it up, so he came home without it, and said that was the end of that (it is still my fault).
Got all the makings for a big pan of real lasagna (with ricotta), Dad said he doesn't like lasagna and wouldn't eat more than a couple bites. Sure hope the neighbors like lasagna.
Dad's Poker night was here last week.  Got the tables set up, made a bunch of guy food, and iced down a tub of assorted beers. I came in the kitchen from feeding mom her lovely pureed dinner and "D" says to all the guys, "Well there's B, she's a real jack of all trades" in a decidedly zinger voice. What the heck brought that on...?
One of mom's sisters passed away yesterday.  She was a character and will be missed. Dad told mom but her dementia is such that she didn't take it in. Maybe it's better that way.
I've been voted into a small local book club.  One of my SILs is a member, otherwise I can't think how my name came up.  The rules are No Self Help books, or books over 450 pages, which is fine by me.  I asked if trashy military romance novels were OK. (I had been offered a lot of wine by the hostess prior to this)  They all looked at me like...they had made a very big mistake.

*PICS ARE HERE:  I just need to see them and remember how very very blessed I am...


















Friday, December 5, 2014

Etiquette 101...




When I started down the road to finding a pistol for my CCW, there were some good knowledgeable people willing to give of their time and expertise to guide me.  Brigid(HOTR) introduced me to Jim and he took time out of his super busy schedule to meet me. His input was and continues to be, very helpful.  
Being new to the whole carry thing I had no clue as to some of the etiquette involved. 



Now laughingly looking back on the morning I met Jim, I think I know why he had that surprised/stunned/horrified look on his face, when upon saying goodbye, I gave him a big hug.  
At least I hope my lack of gunny etiquette was the reason he had that horrified look...!

PS:  Happy Birthday Jim >HUG<

Monday, December 1, 2014

Just a chance...

on running in the early morning rain,

















and that




Friday, November 28, 2014

Simple Traditions...

Do you have a family holiday tradition that is your favorite?


I have several but one of the best at Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and the 4th of July is that after dinner was over the guys put on their aprons and did the dishes and all the clean up.  
Memory doesn't tell me when we started this. I do know that it was one Thanksgiving when we were all gathered at my mother and father in laws Song of the River house. It may have started with the losing of a poker bet to the Cowman's card shark grandmother... 
There were a lot of us, as the Cowman was one of seven children. At the time we were all married and had small children. Those of us who married into the clan, brought our mothers, fathers, siblings, and any friends that didn't have a place to go. It was a darn good thing that they had a big open rambling house. 
Over time it became tradition for the guys to do clean up, and let the women folk rest after days of cooking.  So as we retreated to the living room with classes of wine, and savored the moment, the guys could be heard over in the large open kitchen.  We would occasionally be consulted on how to handle china, stemware, or where a pan went.  They were actually very good at it and funny with it.  There were so many of them that it all was done in no time with much teasing banter and laughter. When they had finished, they would join us and the banter and laughter carried on...
Now we are scattered far and wide, and seldom get the chance to all be together. Some of us still carry on the tradition, but it's not the same...    

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Blessed...

Giving thanks with...



for the many 



that are my family and friends,




 and that I finally found pie tins the same size as Costco pies...

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Duck or else...



We have all been listening to my granddaughter, Lauren, grouse about having to go to Oregon with Marymine.
  
Lauren was told that Marymine had to go to a meeting in Oregon with Lauren's uncle Sean this weekend. Marymine informed her, that she (Lauren) was NOT going to be left home alone, so she just needed to suck it up. 
  
The grousing by Lauren was on going... she was not giving up on trying to talk her way out of going.  She had been bombarding her brothers, and sister with texts complaining about this awful treatment by her mom. 

What Lauren didn't know had been arranged by her mom.... was that her big brother, the corpsman, was flying out from the East coast to take her to an Oregon Ducks game...





Happiest of Birthdays to my Lizzy.

 PS:  Got a note from my Lizzy (Lauren): 
"Another amazing day, Ducks won 44-10. By far the best  birthday ever. Definitely worth sitting in the cold! Thank you to everyone"


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Wapiti woes...




Dad and C got back from hunt'n the great Wapiti at my brother's in Ideeho.  They spent a week with my brother, roaming the back of beyond.  Lots of hunters were seen, few elk, and only the butts and legs of those few.  
Dad did get to see grandkids, and great grandkids which was a big plus. They all wanted to keep him, but I had tagged him up so that wasn't possible.
C did most all the driving, they went up the Northern route (Oregon) and came home the Southern route (Nevada).  Dad said they saw a nice big antelope in Oregon and he would have brought it home, except he refuses to eat roadkill no matter how fresh.TYJ.
It was awesome that C would take time out of his schedule to do this for Dad.  The day after they got back, he and his wife were off to Colorado looking for a summer home.  He happened to mention before he left that he had just picked up his new Benelli Performance SBE...sigh.
Dad is not walking as well as he was this spring. Got him into the doc and scripted for PT.  I've been taking him to PT (great young man that Dad likes) three days a week. That, some diet changes, and trying to do less for him, has him showing some improvement. 
Since he was talked out of buying a motorcycle by the Doc, he has now decided to train on Willie with a shock collar.  Willie is no fool he has been hiding out under the duvet on my bed...

Sunday, November 16, 2014

miss'n mass...





For some time I have been trying to understand why men give up things they like, or cherish, or enjoy. Things like boats, guns, motorcycles, pickups, hunting, and the list goes on. All at the request of a wife, or girlfriend, who doesn't care to boat, fish, hunt, golf, camp, etc*.  Fine, she doesn't like to do those things, but why must the guy give them up because the babe requested (or demanded) he do so?  And it seems that after he has given it up he is miserable, although it does give the rest of us access to great bargains on C List & other sites.
I simply don't get it, I don't ever remember asking the Cowman to give up something like that. Neither do I remember him asking me to do so. (And we had a fair amount of different interests.)  Things like that were discussed, and if it was something you really cared about, you found a way, and you were supported by your partner. I thought that was what partners did.
I honestly don't understand, and have no idea why I'm miss'n mass to do this post...   

    

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Stomp'n...


It has been a while since the friends with vineyards and a winery in Southern Oregon have invited me back...  
I wonder...

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Fix'n to...

He started out with 


 and




tried a few things








been a few places





so when he gets time to do this it's all good.


He's an awesome son, a great dad, and works too darn hard. 

His mom hasn't gotten to hug him in a long long time. She aims to fix that.


Thursday, November 6, 2014

Sure thing Bucko...

Since Dad is in the wilds of Ideeho hunting, and Lord knows what else, I can only get out of the house for a few hours when the home helper is available to take care of mom. 
T, fresh back from a four day pistol class he and one of his boys took at Front Sight, asked me if I wanted to go to the range.  I had to think on that for about a second. Yes, Please!


He and a couple of his friends were going to sight in their rifles before heading to Colorado deer hunting. 



So, I got to shoot my Sig for a few hours, and a lot of one to one instruction. T is great at critiquing my shooting and passing on helpful tips and techniques, as well as giving me access to a wide range of guns. It is special that he is willing to take me along, as the range has a high dollar closed membership, and the waiting list is long.

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Side note:  Seems I misunderstood what C said about dad's reason for checking his funds before they left. C says he said, warehouse (as in Sportsmens Warehouse). Sure thing Bucko...


  

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Good hunting...

Dad and C left Monday for my brother's in Ideeho.  They are in search of the great Wapiti. 

Dad has been wanting to do this for a while and I'm very glad that C was willing to take him on such a long trip.  I don't want to know what Dad bribed him with...


Per his instructions I packed Dad's cell phone, spotting scope, cold weather gear, meds, Stetson, boots, and snacks. He left all his rifles with me, as C has enough of them to get the job done.  I put an ID tag around Dad's neck that said "return to Brighid", just in case my brother got to thinking he could keep him. 
Dad was counting his funds as they got ready to pull out.  I asked what that was all about, C said Dad was checking to see if he could afford a stop at the whore house on the way...

They called late Monday night to say they had made it to base camp at my brother's house. They made it in 11 hours, by golly they must not have stopped on the way...


Good hunting...

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Biscuits'n gravy ..




Dad loves biscuits 'n gravy, which I struggle to make on a regular basis.  Truth be told, my biscuits work better as replacements for when we run out of white flyers.



 I asked my girlfriend, whose wonderful biscuits with gravy her guy loves, for her biscuit recipe and any making tips.

After a long pause, she said... "How many times have you eaten biscuits here?"
"Lots," I said, "and they are always light, fluffy, and yummy."
"Yes, well... I don't have a recipe for them."
"Dammit," I said, "don't tell me you are one of those 'I don't use a recipe' people!  Come on, help me out here before I kill off Dad."
"I don't need a recipe," she said, "All I have to do is open the Schwan's Southern Style Biscuit bag and throw them in the oven for 20 minutes."


So, as the Schwan's truck roars off down our driveway, I send up a little prayer for a friend who just may have saved Dad's life.
 

Monday, October 27, 2014

Carry on...


The CCW permit is mine... as is the responsibility that goes with it. 
A most humble Thank You to all those who encouraged and helped, you know who you are.  I appreciate your wisdom and insight more than I can say. 


And if even one of you hints to my kids that Mom is doing poker night escort (to their rides) duty for their grandpa's ol cronies... 


Friday, October 24, 2014

Book Notes...

Three great reads by new authors are just waiting for you...
L.B. Johnson has written a wonderful book about a Labrador Retriever, love, and life. 
 For more info on this great book see http://www.thebookofbarkley.blogspot.com/


Even if you have never had a dog, Barkley will melt your heart...

*****

J.L. Curtis, well known as the blogger Old NFO, has two books out. Read Vignettes first so you get to know the main character, John Cronin. Cronin, a decorated Vietnam veteran, is a Texas rancher and lawman. 







I seem to have fallen a bit in love with John Cronin...sigh

All three books are available from Amazon in both Kindle and paper.