Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Wedding...



My granddaughter's wedding was wonderful. Only wish Dad & the Cowman could have been there. They would have had the best time, and they would have liked Tyler's family as much as the rest of us do.  
I got to meet Tyler's grandfather & grandmother, among many others that had flown out from Kansas for the wedding. Good people. Before the ceremony Tyler's grandfather and I were talking and he warned me, we better take good care of his boy, I said he best look out for my Ali, we sealed the deal with a handshake & a hug.
I promised pics so here you go:







waiting for Ali




Ali & her dad







the ceremony




sealed




on to the reception





Lauren & Ali





at the reception







and finally the part Dad would have really loved, the showering of the bride & groom with rice...







video




Friday, June 16, 2017

Getting Hotter...

Book club last night at my SIL's, her garden is going gang busters, so she served stuffed zucchini. You know how that goes, it's a finger size zuc one day and the next it's huge! Lots of discussion on the book, lots of wine, lots of stories told, and lots of laughter. Got to see her new swim spa! She tore up a shoulder beginning of last year, had surgery in the fall, and is still doing lots of PT to try to get as much back as possible. The swim spa is helping.

The wedding is tomorrow, the wedding isn't in RB, but still in N Calif. This is what both locations are looking at for weather thru next Friday...


Snap shot was taken this morning, we are at 100 degrees now.

With the fuel load we have, the heat, and the North wind that is blowing, fire danger is HIGH. Most fire lines are in around here, but not all, and with the North wind blowing... 




Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Hump Day...




It's hump day, and there are only a thousand things that need to be taken care of...




talking with my attorney, and dealing with county bureaucrats, and the bank, and working on the place, and getting ready for the wedding. But sometimes you just need to set back and enjoy those little funny moments that happen.  
So to lighten things up I'm sharing this video of a dear friends grandson in the cutting at the CHSRA Finals in Bishop, CA.

Kinda starts out slow, but Riley proves that he's a hand...


video



and from Riley's dad, 
"He isn't big on Cutting, but when he rode out of the pen and the crowd was going wild, he had a smile on his face bigger than the state of Texas!"

Monday, June 12, 2017

Monday evening with George...

Went shopping for The shoes to go with The dress for The wedding.  Started out online, well hell that isn't going to work, too close to the wedding, and I found out pretty darn quick that once again I can't afford my taste. 



 Who the heck would pay $585-1200 dollars for a pair of little strappy sandal shoes. Figured I could find something closer to home. Started in a shoe store up the road, nothing even close, went on up to Macy's.  Oh joy, waited on by one weird dude with a man bun. Ask him to bring me some strappy shoes to wear with my granny of the bride dress. (I showed him a picture of my dress and said "no gold lame' flats allowed")  He came back with five boxes, and then scurried off to wait on the ladies that obviously had Macy's preferred customer cards. I sat down, opened the first box, then the rest of the boxes, oh heck no! One pair were really ugly clunky navy & white gingham! One pair had more bling on them then ever should be put on a shoe, another pair were so frumpy even Maudie Fricket wouldn't have worn those suckers,  and on and on it went. Got up and walked out of the shoe department, when one of the Macy's preferred customers caught up to me and said, "you might want to try the little store down the mall, they have some nice shoes."  "Thanks, I will check them out." Walked down the mall and found the store she mentioned. The salesman comes out from behind a partition... and he's wearing a half ponytail, half man bun!  What the heck is with these damn man buns!  He didn't have anything like what I wanted either. Drove back to RB and went to home depot to get touch up paint, and give thanks to the gods of hardware that there was not a man bun in sight.

Now that the trauma/drama of the day is over I'm having a glass of wine, and spending Monday evening with George...



Saturday, June 10, 2017

Day at the fair...

It's that county fair time of year, so I went down to watch granddaughter, Lauren sell her FFA project steer. 
Weather was sunny, but cool, perfect for all the stock.

Got to see Marymine (she works the sale, so not much chat time with her), her crew, and visit with lots of friends.

Here are some random photos to give you an idea of the day: 

Helping each other make sure uniforms were just so,




4Hers and their lambs getting lined up,


FFA girl & her lamb waiting their turn to go in the sale ring, with a cage of Champion chickens behind her.



and this little cutie and her Grand Champion 4-H hog (wish I had gotten her name). Just wanted to give her a hug and a "you got this with that smile!"



Lauren waiting in the barn to be called to the sale ring. (It's been a long week for these kids)



Lauren and her steer outside the ring.



Lauren & her steer in the sale ring.


video 





 It was a Good Day at the fair.

 

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Dragon butt...


Was seriously dragg'n butt this morning trying to make early mass and then the first Sunday of the month KoC pancake breakfast. An aside, there were no mimosas hidden in the orange juice pitchers this time. I might know this because I might have sampled a little out of each one.

You remember me telling you I keep tabs on Dad's GF, a couple posts back right, well Sat. night at 9:30 PM (she is a night owl) I called to check on her.  Bless her heart, I wasn't able to get a word in edgewise long enough to say good night until almost 1:30 AM. She doesn't know it, but she's a heck of a motivator... I got all the grout in the kitchen counters and tile floors scrubbed clean, the living room, den, & dining room dusted, the floors mopped, glass tables polished, and touch up painting in the master bedroom done during that time.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Way out West...

Only in the West are you sent home from your attorney's office with bumper stickers for Hank, Rav, & the frig that read...


No hint there that he's also a cowman...


No need to breakout the sewing machine. Got my dress for granddaughter, Ali's, wedding later this month. Marymine ordered two dresses for herself and both were the wrong color, she sent one back, but the other one, she said might work for me. Tried it on and it fits, so that is taken care of.



Navy blue, my favorite color. Now all I need are some kick ass heels to go with it.


 When I teasingly asked Ali if it was Ok to wear my cowboy boots with my dress, Marymine immediately piped up and said, "Ali, do not encourage her!"  


Granddaughter Ali
This is going to be such a fun wedding!


MySean is on a little 1,200 mile bike ride with his  fiance and a group of friends this weekend. Yes, she is little, but she's mighty, and we all love her. 
(Sean says I gave him those gray hairs, I can't believe that is true, can you?)



 The whole group took time to stop and visit the Cowman & Maxwell, the wonder cowdog.

The Cowman & Max's place.


I'm on the look out for a much more gun & tax friendly state in the West, for when Dad's estate is settled.  I love the immense natural beauty of Northern California, but I simply can't afford to live here any longer.   Thoughts on possibles?

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Taking it as it comes...


Woken up very early this morning by the smell of rain on the breeze. We have had temps in the high nineties, low hundreds for a couple weeks now. Rain, So far we have gotten .50 inches out of this storm!  There is  a projected high of 80 degrees for today. But, right now it's 60 with a slight breeze. Perfect sleeping weather, which suits Wee Willie just fine. That dog can sleep, he has unmade my bed twice now to get the duvet mounded just right to sleep in. I will wait a bit to turn on the whole house fan, since it's in the hall ceiling, right off my bedroom.


I have been trying to get the yard in some sort of shape. Chain saw, hedge clippers, hoes, and rakes have been a big help.  Hank and I have made many trips to the green waste station, and have many more to go. 

I seem to have inherited some of Dad's friends. One elderly lady has had cancer surgery and her husband called to let me know. So off to Oak River rehab in Anderson to take her flowers. As I was getting ready to leave home, I recalled that Dad and I had  lots of fun flying combat missions with our RC helos around the house. Sam the ol cowman Navy pilot (I adopted him when Dad was in rehab) lives at the care side of Oak River.  So I loaded up one of the helos and took it up to Sam. He is enjoying terrorizing the staff with it immensely.

I keep close tabs on Dad's girl friend, as she has not been well, and her family is busy and dysfunctional to boot.  Dad called her every night, and I know she misses him greatly.  But, boy can that lady talk.



Haven't gotten to take Dad up to hunt'n camp yet. The flight has been delayed by a couple of family issues. It makes me sad that it is one of the special things I promised Dad I would do, that has become another bone of contention. 
 
Trying to see that the people that need or can use Dad's stuff are getting it in a timely fashion.  Some time ago he gave me the only thing of his that I truly wanted, his pilot wings. 


Sunday, May 21, 2017

Different world...




 
Early the other morning I headed out to the Sacramento River Discovery Center gardens to check out the Romneya coulteri - Matlalija Poppies they are growing.
Since it was early and I had only had a few cups of coffee I decided to go through the drive thru and get a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit and a large black coffee to take with me. It came to $6.67. I handed the girl at the window a $10 a $1 and .67 cents.  She looked dumb founded, slammed the window shut, fumbled around for a bit, slammed the window open, and handed me a $5, a $1 and .23 cents, and slammed the window shut. Now, I was dumb founded. She was busy taking other orders and rolling her eyes, so I tapped on her window.  Window slams open, "Yes?". 
"Ah, you gave me too much money back, I just should have gotten back a $5."  
"What, no I didn't give you too much!"  
"I realize you are busy and it's early, but I have to live with my conscience, so you take back the $1.23, I'll keep the $5, and I promise to never ever darken this establishment again." 
"What ever!" 
It's a different world out there these day.
 

Monday, May 15, 2017

Mom...

Tidbits in honor of the best mom I have ever known.



Never saw her on a horse, she was too busy raising seven kids.  Never saw her shoot a gun, she had other defense mechanisms. Never saw her drive a tractor, bale hay, or feed stock. She was too busy driving kids, feeding kids (her own and a bunch more), visiting the infirm, healing the sick, and patching up kids & grownups alike. 

She was an RN, that could walk up to Doc and say this is the way we are going to do this and get it done right, and she did it all with grace.
She was a character, the good kind. Who else would take a thermos full of vodka on a day hike in the Yolla Bolly Wilderness, and say when asked why she didn't take any water. "There's water everywhere if you know where to look, vodka you have to pack in."
She was a classy lady, and could handle a formal dinner party as easily as a ranch BBQ.
She served her community in many many ways, most that people outside the family will never know about.
She was a good cook. We often laughed that every kid in the neighborhood knew that dinner was at 6 sharp, and if you were there on time all you had to do was get in line. 
She always knew when she was needed, whether it was for advise, an ear to listen, or a shoulder to cry on. 
She was fierce in defense of her own.

She taught me so much about love & life, grace and honor, and I will forever miss her... my mom-in-law.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Basket case...

Time to take up basket making again, or just declare that I'm a basket case...


Dad left so much behind to sort through, his favorite hats are still on the hall tree by the back door.  I haven't the heart to get rid of them, yet.


Been doing repairs around the place, which means a hammer, a tube of caulking, and a touch up paint brush are with me at all times.  There is also a length of weed wacker string, pruners, fencing pliers, and garden gloves dangling out of other pockets. I need to get one of those cool folding wagons to pack all this stuff around.  Cousin Jess had one at the range, and that thing was great for hauling ammo cans, range bags, etc to the stations.  The crimson trace came in for the little Sig. Very cool.  I wasn't going to get one, (not a budget item) but then they put a $50 rebate on it, and the local gunny gave me a deep discount, and I weakened.
Gave Cousin Jess my cowboy hat from Wall Drug in S Dakota, since he has really been saving my butt with the guns and ammo dollars.  I finally got the hat I originally wanted (budgeted for).  



  Now I have some settling cracks to take care of...



and then painting, and then, and then more legal stuff, and then...  my budget is shot to hell, and I haven't gotten my dress for Ali's wedding.  Time to get out the sewing machine.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Round Up Recap...

Another RB Round-Up has come and gone. It was great fun to spend the day with family and friends, with lots of laughter, hugs, and a few tears.  
One of the highlights was the Marine Corps F-18 flyover at the start of each rodeo.  T was in the cockpit of a B-17 when they flew in for the performances and was kind enough to text me a pic and a heads up.


They were something to see and as our house sets up on a hill and looks across to the Sierras, I got to see them again on Sunday as they came over the top of the house.


I have few of my photos to share, as I only have the camera on my phone, but MattCohen has some good ones.



















 There was a well done memorial to a dear friend that we lost last fall, a big kind hearted man we all loved. Not a dry eye in the place when his son lead a riderless horse.


A big thanks to my BIL for the tickets, and to cousin Jess for keeping me in line as best he could.

BIL and Jess

I've been working on getting Dad's things sorted, and it always seems like one step forward and two back. So today, Jess (fresh from competition shooting and cyber security in Texas) and I took a mental health day. I got up early baked a batch of cowboy cookies, packed lunches, and checked all my gear. As soon as Jess got here we loaded up all his guns and mine in the Rav and headed out for a day at the range. We pretty much had the place to ourselves, ran a lot of drills, and put a lot of lead down range. My shooting has been off and it was really bothering me. Then with some great coaching by Jess, it finally became apparent what adjustments I needed to make, and the fix was so simple, I could have cried. But Jess was so proud of me for working through it I didn't dare.    It was a very good day.


 



Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Rounding Up Memories...

It's that Red Bluff Round-Up time of year. 



 The Round-Up is a big deal in these parts, it brings in a great deal of revenue to the local businesses. 

The Cowman's dad & uncle were directors for many years, back in the day. The Cowman and his brothers worked the ground crew in the timed events chute. A thankless job, as it was either pouring rain or hotter'n hell, and they worked all the slack as well as all the performances. They all volunteered their time and effort to make it happen.  



Most of the old founding families are still active in producing the Round-Up.


  
Back in the day, at the end of each day's performance, was the Wild Horse Race.  They ran out a bunch of horses with a halter and lead rope on them. The wild horse race started with a shotgun blast, just to make sure they had the audiences attention, and spook the horses.Then each three man team had to hold on to their horse, get a saddle on it, one man had to mount up, and ride around the track back to the finish line to win the prize money.  Sounds rather simple, it's not, these were not gentle horses, they were wild horses. The Cowman, his older brother and a friend miraculously never got stomped into a pulp, bit, kicked, or bucked down like some teams.  The tough thing was hanging on to the horse long enough to get'm saddled and headed down the track in the right direction.  All this happened just feet away from the grandstand and we were lucky enough to have box seats to watch the action. 




Most of the teams were locals that we all knew, so the competition among them was pretty stiff.  I had a vested interest in those days, really didn't need a busted up husband, but we sure could have made good use of that prize money. 

They don't have the Wild Horse Race these days... But the Wild Ride competition at the last performance is great fun to watch.  The riders dress up in costumes and come out of the chute on a bronc for a Wild Ride.

Tonto & the Lone Ranger out of the chute
 My BIL still has the family box, and a ticket with my name on it, so I might just make a performance this year.
 
  

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Easter 2017

Went to a dinner last evening at the home of the friend that gave me the flag (iris) rhizomes. Hers are blooming ahead of mine, so I took some photos to show you.









 It's a bearded iris named Presby's Crown Jewel.



Happy Easter!

Brig 


UPDATE Iris 04-19-2017

Took my early morning coffee out on the patio to watch the sun peek over the Sierras,
and the wait has ended,  
Presby's Crown Jewel is blooming...