Thursday, December 22, 2016

A Blessed Christmas...

Celebrating the season in our small town church. It is nice to know that I'm not the only one who likes unadorned trees.  The Latin is John 14:6.

The family news: 
We have a new member in our extended family via my niece, Rachel.  Welcome to the clan, Emet James.

My Sean and his adorable Amy having a good time on the slopes. (You would not believe how much he looks like his dad.)  When did my son get old enough to have grey hairs instead of giving them...

The Gingerbread house wars are on at Marymine's. Though I must admit I didn't quite get the aliens coming home to the pyramids at first. Yes, we have an outside the box thinker!

Marymine and crew are coming here for Christmas! Dad doesn't know, so keep it under your hat.

Dad said he didn't want a Christmas tree, not even the small one, stored in a box in the garage.  I don't always listen to what he says, as much as what he doesn't say..
So, instead of getting a new rug shampooer, that I had been saving for, I went and got an 8' lighted Christmas tree. Didn't tell Dad, til I got it setup in the living room window. Plugged it in, and watched Dad's face light up as bright as the tree.
"It's Beautiful, Sis!"
Made my Christmas.

Wishing you and yours a Blessed Christmas.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Pot roast & Asides...

Put a big pot roast in the oven this morning and let it cook while I decided how I was going to decorate for Christmas. The neighbors have their multitude of Christmas lights and displays up. I appreciate their efforts, and enjoy getting to see their handiwork. It just isn't my style, nor is it much fun decorating without littles around to help.
So I'm doing it in my minimalist manner... 
What do you think, too much?

The thread leaf maple off the back patio has finally decided to turn color. It went from green to bright red & orange overnight. I think that last little skiff of snow was it's motivation.

A range buddy got her Christmas present from her hubby a little early...

T's  supersonic blue C6

She's smart, hardworking, giving, kind, and a feisty little thing.  I honestly can't think of a more deserving person. Enjoy T!
I asked one of my SIL's if she liked this light, she did. She has plenty of sheds, and I have the how to (really how hard can it be).  We are going to make some for their cabin, and for friends. Should be fun.

via MoonStoneFox on Etsy

Note: Lighting a candle & saying a prayer at mass for Texas Jenny & her littles, they are getting married Sunday!   Blessed be y'all!

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Gathering in...

We are hunters, and gatherers, we eat what we harvest, and share with those who aren't able. It has been a fairly good year for putting food on the table, as well as a couple of firsts!

Hunter and his papa D fishing on the Umpqua.

One of the young fellas got drawn for a tag he has put in for many times. He got his "once in a life time ram" in one, at 465 yds.

 Colt hasn't had time to waterfowl hunt this fall, too busy farm'n, though he has managed a few successful hog hunts.  He does have all six of his 6 man blinds rented out...

so he's not complaining.

And Hunter got his first chukar...

If ever I had doubts about the way we raised our kids, and the way our kids are raising theirs...

Brian's post about Hunter

That kid......
He's pretty awesome.
He's definitely got his head on right-
I really did have fun with him on our sheep hunt.
It's cool to see kids that ARE NOT so wrapped up in video
 games that they have no interest in the outdoors.
I'm sure, like most kids, he does like to play video games some.
But man, HE LOVES TO FISH! lol.
Great kid!
Great job mom, dad, grand parents!
He's pretty awesome.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Hazards aplenty...

Dad flew home from his successful trout fishing adventure in Ideeho, Monday. 
Just down the hill from my brother's house, is a nice golf course, that no one seems to play. 

I asked Dad if he played the course while he was there, "No, I was there to fish. Besides, there are always herds of elk on it."
Dad was an avid golfer til a couple years ago when his legs started to fail him.  He has tried a couple of times since I moved up, but it is really not that doable, as he can't stand unaided, much less swing. I have tried holding him up, but he really can't swing like he wants to, and his balance is thrown off.
Yesterday he said, "Let's go play nine holes tomorrow. We can rent a cart." 
Tomorrow became today. The weather was cold, but there was a clear blue sky, and we are ringed on three sides by snow covered Mt Shasta, Mt Lassen, & Yolla Bolly. A beautiful day to be outside.
We went to the nine hole course on the edge of town. 
I got a cart, loaded up our golf bags, and a corona with lime wedge for me (Dad didn't want anything). Stuck the score card on the steering wheel and away we went. It was mid week, we have had rain daily until today, so there was only a couple other people on the course.
First hole, I talked Dad into going first, he barely made it to the tee, using both drivers as walking sticks, and my holding him steady.  He teed up, took a couple practice swings, and then swung, only driving the ball a short distance. He started to fall from his momentum and I grabbed him to keep him from going down. He promptly elbowed me in the nose. He said he was done, this wasn't going to work, but he really wanted me to play, and he would coach from the cart.  I felt so sorry for him, it has to be terribly frustrating to mentally be so sharp, and physically not able to do the things he used to do with ease.
I played four more holes, and then we ran out of daylight.
Dad's a good coach, and my game got a little better with his tutoring. I did miraculously manage to find the water hazards a couple of times. 

I walked the course while Dad drove the (beer) cart. By the time I finished my beer I had gotten my driver under control, and the walking was great.
On the way home I realized, for all the years mom and Dad played nearly every course on the west coast, they never asked me to play with them. Most likely because I was busy working, pushing cows, riding horses, and raising kids.
The things I like best about golf: you are outside, on green grass, and usually near water.
Dad says we are going to start golfing weekly. Now he's a crafty ol cuss, so there are undoubtedly hazards aplenty...

Thursday, November 24, 2016


Each day I am
Nights that turned
into mornings,
Friends that turned
into family,
Dreams that turned
into reality,
Likes that turned
into love

Happy Thanksgiving 

I am especially thankful for Dad,

who is, as you can plainly see having a terrible time,  
at my brother Buzz's 
in Ideeho...

he's been catch'n the heck out of the trout

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Choosing The dress...

Friday was the day granddaughter Ali chose her wedding dress.  What a time, on the way down to meet with the rest of girls, I realized, dammit, I forgot the champagne and flutes. No time to go back or stop on the two hour drive down. Surely, someone else will have brought some. Nope, So after we had been through the first round of dresses, I snagged one of the girls, and we went and found two bottles of bubbly and flutes, Yep we did.

I had not a clue what granny of the bride was supposed to wear to this sort of day, so the skinny jeans, high top cowboy boots and a dressy jacket were it.  I fit right in, as all the others were wearing variations of the same thing. We are Country.
Marymine said she had dug out my wedding dress, and they had all tried to get into it without success.  They laughingly decided I was a tall stick when I got married. I had not realized she still had it, that dress is darn close to 50 years old... 
Ty's mom & dad had flown in from Kansas the day before so his mom could be in on the choosing of The dress. What a charming and funny lady, she said "being the mother of sons, made being included in this day very special for me!" She loves Ali, and it shows.
We looked at dozens of dresses, Ali tried on quite a few, and then we narrowed it down to three, and then we all decided that this, this was The dress...

It is gorgeous on her.  (I'm only showing the back because though I am brave, I know they "will" shoot me if anyone sees the whole thing before hand.)

It was a good day, filled with love and laughter.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Coming in Hot..

My youngest granddaughter, Miss B, (who has CP) has a new ride! Thanks to the generosity of family and friends, and the expertise of Recumbent PDX, in Portland. My Sean said that thing really hauls and that she has crashed once already, from coming in too Hot. She and the bike are fine. She should get many years of good use out of it. Yay, Miss B!

Dad and Ol Ugly are on the road to Ideeho to go Salmon fishing with my brother.  Buzz and his wife drove down to pick them up Tuesday.  Hopefully, Dad will catch some salmon from Ol Ugly, and have a great Thanksgiving with that part of the family. 
I told Dad it might be wise to have the local padre up there bless that damn boat, before they put in, just to be on the safe side.
This is the first time I have not had Dad around other than a day or two in the last three years.  Willie and I  miss that ol coot already. No one needing this or that or ringing his Donger* for his daily coffee milkshake. It is feeling strange.

 *Donger (a cowbell with a handle)

 made by this Ideeho nephew.

In other news:

 I've renewed my CCW permit for another two years. That means I took the classes, got recertified, got interviewed by the detective, and paid all the outrageous class, city and state fees.  I agree with the necessity of vetting, I don't agree with the frequency, or the cost.

 My granddaughter Ali has invited me to be part of the party when she picks out her wedding dress this week. I am really looking forward to seeing the girls and taking part.

A cousin and I are going to hit the range for some trap time, as we both have new boomsticks.  He has moved back to Cali from Texas to take care of his dad.

I have been in Warrior Granny Yoga, with the other ol ladies, for a while now. And just the other day at the end of a long grueling circuit session, one lady (retired school teacher) laughingly said to me... "you are like the second grader that needs to be seated right next to the teacher, because she never knows what you are going to do next!"  I will take that as a  compliment to my enthusiasm for life, and coming in Hot...


Friday, November 11, 2016

Thank You Veterans...

Thank You, just never seems to be enough, but it is most heartfelt.
Thank You, to the veterans that have served our country, because of you, our country stands for freedom.  
Thank You, to the three veterans in my family, and the many more that are considered family.

"Doc on the far left, he did more for us than most people will ever know. Thanks".
 (Doc is my Navy corpsman grandson, Cody)

Thursday, November 10, 2016


going forward

The mom of these two nephews wrote the following, I think it bears repeating.

"To all the people whose behavior over the past 48 hours has been absolutely atrocious I just have one word for you? WHY? Why are your fears so much worse than mine were? Why is it ok for you to bully, to name call, and to generalize people who disagree with you as uneducated because they don’t share your beliefs or vote?
For the past two presidential elections the vote did not go my way, so YES… I can sympathize with your feelings of fear for the unknown, anger for the thought of how ANYONE can vote this person into office, anxiety over having an uncertain future for me, my family and my country. I know you are feeling these things because I have been there and I have felt them too but what I absolutely cannot wrap my head around is your behavior. It’s shameful….in the past eight years I have never picketed, rallied, or protested the leader the American people voted for. I never bullied or belittled others who didn’t share my same belief systems. I did not insult their intelligence because of our varying views. I did not blast disrespectful garbage about the president on every social media site possible. And most importantly I damn sure didn’t burn the American Flag.
I thought you were supposed to be the people preaching love and acceptance. I thought you were against hate…all forms of hate! But an election doesn’t go your way and the vile things spewing from your mouths, posted on your social media sites, and all of your downright embarrassing behavior leads me to believe you should probably sit down and do some self-reflection and maybe try practicing what you preach. For the past 8 years I have felt defeated, stifled, and often time hopeless yet I still did not react in hate. I did not call others with different political views and beliefs names or accuse them of being stupid or uneducated. I never hoped that the president would fail or even worse be assassinated, and I never NEVER stopped loving my country. You know what I did; I picked myself up, dusted myself off and prayed that the man the people elected could do the job because even though I didn’t vote for him nor did I agree with most of his views he WAS the people’s choice.
So it goes back to my original question…WHY? Why is it ok for you to behave poorly, say abhorrent things, and burn American flags when if the role was reversed you would crucify me and label me as un-American and racist or even sexist for doing the exact same thing you are doing now? It’s time to show some maturity…treat people with respect…Treat our FLAG with respect because a lot of people have died protecting it for you and me and they deserve better.
As for the President of the United States, it’s only been two days why don’t you sit back and see what he has to say and what he does for the country….let’s see if he can turn some of this mess around. At the very least conduct yourselves like the classy Americans I know you can be, and in the end if you still aren’t happy with his results at least you’ll have your righteous indignation to fall back on."  ~  B. Martin


Wednesday, November 2, 2016

It runs in the family...

granddaughter Ali  driving tractor
 All Marymine's crew are well and busy with farming, school, and sports.

Haven't gotten to see my Sean since June, and that is a long time between hugs for his mom.   He is a workaholic, so it was great to see photos of him enjoying time away from the grind with family. He and his girlfriend flew to Vegas for the weekend, and he happened to meet up with two of his cousins (there for a friend's wedding). 

It has also been too long since Granny got to hug on Sean's girls. Photos are great but it isn't the same. His oldest, Jacey and her BF going to Home Coming 2016.

Miss B being the cutie she is.

I have been trying to stay out of trouble here, and for the most part succeeding, well other than punching my Yoga Instructor   
We were doing the circuit training part, before the yoga part, and I was on the station that was: punch, punch, elbow, elbow, kick, kick.  (The punch part is a controlled move, not a wild swing.) That's what I was doing when my instructor said, "you need a target, here..." and Bless her heart, she stepped right in front of me, just as I punched.  Her reflexes are good enough that she was able to block the punch. (My control was such that I pulled the punch, and if you believe that you are way slower than I thought...) We laughed, all was good. 
Later my hand went a little cattywampus, but Doc says it isn't broken, Yay! Doc was funny: "Haven't seen you in two years! You take no medications! Still doing all the things I told you not to?" 
"Yep!" I said. 
"BP is 110/68, hand is badly bruised, but that's not your preferred gun hand, now get outta here." 
Next yoga class I'm going with a honking big fake cast on my hand and arm, cause warrior granny yoga is not for sissies, and attitude runs in the family...

Monday, October 31, 2016

Well Hell...

 It has gotten to be funny around here how far my taste is beyond my humble budget.  I like simple. Less is more type deco. Though I try not to change too much around here as this is Dad's house. 
While searching for a rug like the one below, in a (so my style) simple Montana guest cabin bedroom...
Montana Headwaters camp cabin
 that turned out to be the award winning work of Architect Daniel Turvey...  

Montana Headwaters camp cabin, near Yellowstone, Montana

I ran across an app that would tell me where a photo was taken/from. 

Having wondered for sometime where the cabin in my header was, because I like that porch, and had envisioned many tales of who's and where it was.  Granted one of the blankets kept tickling in the back of my mind, but the connection would not be made. Now I know, it's the Blue Pony guest cabin, on Ralph Lauren's Double RL Ranch near Ridgway, CO. Well hell!
A little disappointing that, but at least I get to see the photos and dream, which is much cheaper any way.
On a search for garden art, I stumbled onto a piece that I liked, it was simple, spoke to the modern, and the ancient, and had a touch of the shaman about it.  I could picture it at the entrance to a drive, or at the edge of a rock patio over looking a canyon...

It is a sculpture by Bill Worrell, that Texas guy. I love this piece, but... $63,000! Well Hell.  I need to learn how to weld...

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


It's a Wednesday, late night, chores are done, and worries put away. 
I have just finished rereading a favorite of mine...

"This letter from Ernest Hemingway to Maxwell Perkins in 1942 sums up the book better than I ever could:

"Did you read Beryl Markham's book, West with the Night? I knew her fairly well in Africa and never would have suspected that she could and would put pen to paper except to write in her flyer's log book. As it is, she has written so well, and marvelously well, that I was completely ashamed of myself as a writer. I felt that I was simply a carpenter with words, picking up whatever was furnished on the job and nailing them together and sometimes making an okay pig pen. But [she] can write rings around all of us who consider ourselves writers. The only parts of it that I know about personally, on account of having been there at the time and heard the other people's stories, are absolutely true . . . I wish you would get it and read it because it is really a bloody wonderful book."--Ernest Hemingway

Hemingway almost NEVER sang the praises of other writers, especially not his contemporaries. As result, his acclaim for Markham's work can be seen as high praise indeed." ~ Ian

Pretending to be in the back of beyond: I can have a bonfire, wrap up in an ol blanket, close my eyes, listen to the night, and revisit another favorite...

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

H A R D W A R E...

Tis the season for projects and repairs around Dad's house. 
I learned how to install kerf door seal around the back door. Some rascally little dog (named Willie) had done a number on the old weather striping.
I sure miss the old Lyon & Garrett hardware store, where you could ask for darn near anything and they knew what it was, and where it was. It was a blessing, when you drove 15 miles into town for parts, the Cowman was waiting impatiently for.
Not so much these days with the Ass-ociates at HD. 
First item,
The kerf door seal: Fair warning, the Ass-ociates at HD don't know what it is, or where it is. (Message me and I can tell you.)
Next item, 
I needed stove bolts for a project of Dad's and that's what I asked the second Mr Ass-ociate for: Six stove bolts, and 12 hex nuts.
"Please don't tell me you have never heard of stove bolts, Mr Ass-ociate." 
You haven't, and you don't think they exist. "Can I spell it for you?"
"Sure thing bucko, err Mr Ass-ociate... S T O V E bolts." 
"You still don't think there is such a thing."
"Alrighty then, can you point me to the isle with the machine screws?"
"You can, because you have tons of them, great, thanks."
Next item, 
 "I need a roll of emery cloth, can you tell me which isle?"
You can't, you've never heard of emery cloth.  What is it used for?
"Sanding, If my phone was working I could probably find it myself."
"You are trying to find it on your phone, great! Sure I can spell it for you...E M E R Y cloth."  
"Oh you need me to spell the whole thing... 
E M E R Y  C L O T H."
"You are going to get someone in another dept to help me find it. Thanks."
Four Ass-ociates later, I had everything on my list and was out of there.


Monday, October 3, 2016

Sunday breakfast...

It has become a ritual for a few friends and I to go out to Sunday breakfast. When we started, mother was still alive, Dad was still able to watch over her for short periods of time, and I desperately needed those few hours away. With mother gone, and Dad less able, I have been taking Dad with me. He enjoys my friends, and getting out for something besides the usual appointments.
After mass I come back home, pick him up, and we head out to wherever the group is gathering. The airport cafe is usually his favorite as he is likely to run into a few cronies, and see some cool planes. Last Sunday the friends were out of town, so it was just Dad and I. 
As we started out to the airport, I told him the KOC were having their pancake breakfast at the parish hall just down the street.  I get a couple blocks past the parish hall and Dad says " Oh hell, might as well give the money to the church, where it will do some good. Let's go to the parish hall breakfast."  I have taken Dad to KOC pancake breakfasts before.  The food was plentiful and good, the price was more than reasonable, and the guys were very helpful, so he knew what to expect.  
Dad thinks of himself as an atheist, so anytime he's willing to give to church projects I keep my mouth shut, mostly.
We get there, pay up, and I stuff our tickets in the wine drawing jar. Get Dad seated, and ask him what he wants to drink. "I'll have coffee and orange juice, please, Sis."  
Off I go to find the beverage cart, it has two identical jugs of orange juice, and two of coffee. I hold up the one that seems like regular coffee, and one of the guys nods, yes.  Serve our coffee, and go back for the orange juice. As I'm pouring our glasses full I smell booze, laugh, and tell Dad, "Wow, they've started serving Mimosas!"  
One of the KOC fellas takes me aside and says, "One pitcher is Mimosas, but the fellow that made them forgot to mark it, so we don't know which is which!"  No worries! (I know which pitcher is the Mimosas.)
Dad tries it, not sure he likes it, and gives me his glass, sending me back with another glass for regular orange juice for him.   
When we have eaten our fill of the delicious fare, I go back for another Mimosa. (I still know which pitcher is the Mimosas, though I have observed some of the KOC fellas doing a lot of taste testing). 
I ask Dad if he is sure he doesn't want one, "seeings how he's not on the church's radar, and we are close enough to crawl home from the parish hall". 

"Did they know what they were getting when they accepted you?" he asked with a glint in his eye. 
"Of course, why I remember my MIL Mary telling Father Dillon there would be interesting times ahead and I was going to be his ticket to heaven."