Sunday, October 15, 2017

Two sided affair...

There was a time when the Cowman went to back of beyond Nevada to process some cows that the ranch had bought.  I helped jump his ponies in the gooseneck, packed his foul weather gear, tucked a few surprises in his duffle, made sure he had plenty of preg sleeves, and a big thermos of hot coffee, and waved him off.

He got over there and found a mixed bunch of wild high desert cows.  Mean as hell every last one of them. The Cowman had decided to preg the cows, so only the bred ones would be shipped to the home ranch here in Cali. The open cows and toothless wonders were going to the auction yard. 

The Cowman was to do the preg testing.  If you haven't stuck you're arm all the way up the tight ass of a wild cow in a snow storm with a cold wind nipping at your nose, you don't know what your miss'n. 

The Cowman was bundled up pretty good against the cold, well except for that one arm. Anyway, one ol gal took offense to his method and charged him as soon as she was released from the squeeze chute. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been hard to step out of her path, but he was so bundled up and the ground so slippery with snow, lube, and shit that he went down.  Knowing he didn't have time to get back up, he decided it would be in his best interest to roll under the corral fence before she could mash him into oblivion. He made it to the fence, he made it directly under the fence, he got stuck there. Now he was getting mashed on one side, and frozen on the other. Finally, the cow decided he wasn't worth the trouble and wandered off to tell the rest of the gals "she" was headed to better pastures in Calif.

The Cowman came home with frost bite on one side and bruises on the other, 

and the crazy cow,  she was re-marked as open...


Friday, October 13, 2017

Metal testing...

Feel'n like this ol piece of tin. Got a few rusty spots, got a few holes in the armor, got a few wrinkles, got a few gray days but...  

This Ain't Nothin'

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Season of change...

Fall is in the air and the cowmen are busy shipping out of the summer ranges.  Here we have had warm days and cool nights. The days when the North wind is not howling are glorious indeed. 
A sure sign of fall is when Willie starts putting himself under the covers at night.

The sifting through stuff seems never ending at times. I got excited last night when I found a Sage fly rod case high up in a storage area, more excited when I opened it and found a Sage flannel rod holder inside... opened it up, praying for a Sage fly rod.  It contained a Phazer fly rod that is worth less than the Sage case. Ah well, it was fun for a minute there.

The house...
There have been few showing any interest, and we dropped the price by $5K, but no one has come to look at it. I'm concerned, but the fact is that few of the houses in this market/price range are moving right now.  My neighbors, who brought property in Colorado last fall to build on, are having the same problem. Their house is not seeing much interest either. They decided to buy a travel trailer and a new Expedition to pull it, and are headed to Colorado the middle of the month. Said they would rather be there getting ready to start that house than here.  It's great that they have the resources to do that.

My granddaughter, Taylor, and her husband live in LV. We heard from them shortly after the attack, they are fine.  I'm very glad that they sold their house, (in three days) and are moving up to WA next week. They have gotten good full time jobs there and will live with MySean & Amy til they find a house. Taylor is expecting, so there is that to look forward to as well. I will be a Great Grandma next year! 

This afternoon we had a fire start to the NW of my neighborhood.  The North wind has been blowing for days, making things very dry, and the fuel load is heavy. Cal Fire was on it in no time with a fire retardant bomber, a spotter, a helo, a dozer and numerous engines. It was 100% contained at 20 acres. They stopped it within 1/2 mile of our houses.  No easy feat with the amount of fuel available and the wind. 

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Power shop'n...

Sometimes you need a little help, and as you know if you have been reading this blog there has been no power to Dad's shop. I have had several phone conversations with the nice young electrician. We tried to trouble shoot what the problem could be over the phone, but I was having no luck.  He's a pretty busy guy, but worked me into his schedule for early this morning. When he got here, the first thing he said was, "I was really hoping we could solve this over the phone, so I didn't have to bill you."  Me too, but it didn't happen, so here he was.  He checked the main panel, all good there. We went out to the shop, and no power. He looked around inside, walked outside, looked around the backside of the house, reached down lifted a cover, and reset the GFI. Wallah, power to the shop!  Only thing I could do was laugh, how I missed that one I don't know.  Another lesson learned.

Thursday, September 21, 2017


Yesterday morning the sunrise over the Sierras was a harbinger of things to come.

Thunder boomers  had been building all day, and the sky looked very angry indeed.  Only a few rain drops for all that threatening to do more.

Running errands took me by the clock tower, a mere shadow of the beautiful old building that once stood on that corner.

Cone and Kimball Building
Red Bluff, California
The two-story Italianate building with a corner tower was designed by A. A. Cook and named for the rancher Joseph Spencer Cone and the businessman Gorham Gates Kimball. It was built in 1886 and destroyed by fire in 1984.There is a replica of the clock tower where the building once stood.

I was outside in the late evening, when I heard fall coming...

Usually they are heard late at night, as they drift South by starlight.  There was a bunch of honking back and forth, obviously a slight disagreement on leadership and direction.  They eventually settled to the course and were gone from sight.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Starting over...

I've learned, often the hard way, that it is not wise to count your chicks before they hatch.

I woke up Sunday morning to see that I had missed early mass. Too much late late night reading, perhaps. Went on to get into some projects, and again looked at the clock to realize I had missed the later mass as well.  Certainly not the end of the world.  Prayer can take place anywhere. Oh, and that sense of impending trouble, well that should just put you on notice to pay attention.  

Checked my phone to find a message from the buyer of Dad's house. The buyer was not going to go forward with the purchase. Seems the buyer's house would not come close to selling for what it had been bought for during a big bubble. Would I take less for Dad's house? Told the buyer, who is now not a buyer, I would have to think on that, but considering the amount of time & effort the estate attorney, the realtor, and I had gone through to get my brother to agree to the price we quoted, nope.

Starting over...

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Grave tender...

When I was much younger my Granny Mid (Dad's mother) used to take me with her to tend the graves of long gone relatives.  There were several different graveyards to make the rounds in.  It was always interesting to me to hear Granny Mid's stories about people that I never would have known of without her telling me stories about them.

Granny Mid and grandpa, and a baby brother, rest in the shadow of the smallest mountain range in the West. My grandparents have flat headstones, and little brother just had a round disk with a number.  I didn't know til maybe 30 years ago that there was a brother between my younger brother and I.  No one ever talked of him.  He was stillborn. It hurt my heart that he only had a little disk with a number to show that he ever existed. I got him a concrete angel to do over watch for me.
When I lived closer to their graves I would often stop by to make sure the flowers were changed, and the angel that I got for Granny Mid was looking out for her as well. But mostly I would stop for a few minutes to say a pray for baby brother, and talk to Granny while I cleaned around the stones.  I try to bring a happy heart to that place, but sometimes it's tears, and that's ok. Granny would understand. 
Now that I don't live so close to Granny Mid's grave, I have taken to caring for my mother-in-law's grave here. Often during the years since she passed away I've gone by her grave, to check up on it or maybe just check in with her. I miss her, she was my mentor of life and loving. 
She and my FIL have flat headstones. Not quite sure why those bother me, I don't want a headstone, and my ashes will go rest high on that mountain next to the Cowman.  
When I moved up here I started out taking seasonal flowers to my MIL's grave. There is always one yellow rose in the bouquet as that was her favorite flower.  I got her a Madonna, the flowers stay til I change them out with the seasons, but the concrete Madonna disappeared.  I don't know if it was a grave robbing tweaker or the gardeners busted it while mowing. After a while I found a big concrete Angel to place there.  I glued that one down and it stayed for a few years. Last fall it too disappeared. Pretty sure it was the dang grave robbing tweakers, again. When I move away I won't be around to tend her grave, so I got her another Angel to do over watch duty. 

 This one I'm going to epoxy to the top of a concrete post and epoxy that to the surround. I'd really like to hot wire it, but with my luck a family member would be the one that got bit. 
Soon as I find the concrete post and get the Angel up the easier it may be to move on. 
MySean visits his dad, the Cowman, as often as he can, and is having a plague made to mark the area where his ashes are. So there is another grave tender in the family to carry on...

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Bits & Pieces...

I've been looking for a place to land in the PNW and finding that they are just as expensive up there as down here. Maybe a travel trailer on a piece of ground will fit my limited budget. Til I find a place, I have been invited to camp out at MySean's. He has a five bedroom house, with only one of the kids still home.
Granddaughter Miss B, caught her first salmon out of Astoria this last weekend. 

One more family wedding this summer! I get to ride up with my BIL & SIL to that one, in Powell Butte. It should be great fun, as most all the family will be there. 

"Sam's" barn

Amy, MySean's wife, has been texting me that "Sam" has been asking about me, and wanted to know when I will be up there again. Sean calls me and says he has had a little talk with Amy about pushing this, and then said, "Mom! I never saw you even talking to "Sam" at the wedding!"  "Well that's because, I only said about two words to him."  LOL, at least my SILs have backed off for the moment...

The house/estate is keeping me busy:
Government: Dad had a death benefit coming from CalPERS. They have been very slow to respond to the repeated requests by the estate's attorney. Finally they called to tell me, they had decided to pay out to my brother and I as next of kin. They went on to say that unless each of us have a specific IRA to roll it into, we will each be charged a 20% TAX on our share. Neither of us have that specific IRA, so we are looking at estate attorney time, and a 40% TAX on $350. The state government needs fix'n.
The power to Dad's shop has gone out. I trouble shooted it as much as I could, but no luck, have an electrician coming next week to figure it out. 
Getting more things sorted, donated to the local Hope Chest. Have setup the online auction house to sell all the furniture, paintings, collections, china, wheel chair, walker, tools, compressor, etc.  I'm only taking the things that I moved up here with, the small hall tree and rolling tool chest that Dad gave me before he passed away.  My timeline is in a state of flux, if I sell all that stuff before I get moved, I will be camping out on the floor.  Oh well, I have good camping gear so it's not really a problem, just another part of the journey.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Last flight...

It was very smokey both here in the valley and in the mountains Monday morning, we took off just a frog's hair above the minimum visibility. Took a little over an hour to reach hunt'n camp, then we circled the area trying to figure the right place to scatter Dad's ashes. Found the area we were looking for and let'r rip.  It went well. 

I was doing fine with all of this til we got back to the house and T gave me a big hug and said, "Thank You for letting me do this for your Dad, he was quite a guy."    Yep, he was...

Dad's place

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Fly'n and Hunt'n...

Dad and his best friend are going to be hunt'n together again...
We haven't been able to fly Dad up to hunt'n camp since T had a knee surgery, then flying, and off roading commitments all over the West.  Last Thursday worked for both our schedules.  So, I did a bit of checking and figured a way to scatter the ashes.  Most of Dad (saved some for my brother), and two big packages worth of wild flower seeds (suitable for the area) where mixed together, rolled up in a painters cloth, secured, and made ready to fly.

 T picked me up very early as we wanted to miss as much of the heat thermals as possible. Got all the maps plugged in, plane out of the hanger, gear & Dad stowed, fired up the engine, and checked the visibility. T doesn't have a IFR, and the rule around here is 3 miles or less visibility requires a IFR. Had to shutt'r down, as vis was down to 1.5 miles by that time. T was very apologetic, told him not to worry, there was no rush, and I certainly hadn't heard one word out of Dad complaining about the delay. (All the fires around us are not only making the heat worse but the air is horrible as well.) We rescheduled for early Monday morning, and if the TAF METAR maps hold true we should be good to go. Dad will be flying one last time...

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Family blessings...

You should'a been there. It was so much fun.

the ranch in LaCenter where the wedding was held

I got a great daughter in law, and three more awesome grandkids! 

Jacey, Amy, Sean, Bailey

Grandkids: Taylor, Jacey, Tyler, Bailey, Terry
 The wedding was a hoot, with a live country band, open bar, catered food, outside in the yard of the ranch in the top photo.  It was small in numbers, but large with love.
The Cowman & Dad would have loved it. They were there in spirit, I'm sure. 
A bright sunny day with a slight breeze. Two fish'n ponds, dancing, and games of shoes, a restored 55 Chevy to admire, babies to cuddle, and littles running around.

As you know if you've been reading this rambling blog for any length of time... Dad was always trying to find me a boyfriend. (More for someone to take him shoot'n and hunt'n than anything, but they could see trouble written all over me.) Now it seems he has passed that monumental task on to my family, LOL.  No sooner had I gotten up there than Amy took me aside and said, "I can't wait for you to meet the friend who owns the ranch where we are having the wedding.  He's a widower, looks and talks just like Sam Elliott, and is the nicest guy!"  
We had a family BBQ the night before the wedding, three of my six sister in laws where up there for the wedding and met "Sam" that night. So for two days each one would take me aside and point to "Sam" and along with a couple of head nods would say something about how perfect he would be for me. OMG, I finally asked one SIL if she was feeling alright, because she seemed to develop a severe eye roll and head nod whenever "Sam" was in the vicinity. LOL.  I don't see anything coming of that, but it doesn't matter because I'm so incredibly blessed that they are my family. 

Thursday, August 24, 2017

On the road...

YeeHaw, leaving early Thursday to make the 8 hour drive up to MySean's for the wedding Saturday. I've filled up with fuel, had the Rav serviced, and loaded up with a few goodies to share. Willie is staying home to guard the place, as he's not a good traveler, and there is going to be a lot going on up there.   The next door neighbors love him and are watching over him while I'm gone. So he has backup.

I'm taking most of my long guns and shotguns to store in Sean's safe. Come to think of it, he was awfully quick to tell me he had room for them...

The house sale is moving along, though my brother is neither happy with the escrow or the price.  This is a fair deal for everyone involved. Letting my attorney & realtor deal with that. If push comes to shove I will take it to the Judge, tired of all the obstruction. Nothing pleases him.

A flock of 23 turkeys were back in the neighborhood a couple days ago. They worked their way chasing bugs through my yard. I was out there, but didn't have my phone on me. By the time I got my phone they had moved on to next door. Watching them chase bugs and chatting back and forth tickled my funny bone.

Found a fabric I had been looking for for quite some time. In fact I had wanted it years ago to make a quilt from for a grandson. Now I find it and he's too old to like it. LOL, well I'm not, so I got a yard of it.

My photo isn't very good, so not sure you can see their names. There's: Pole Cat, Slim, Owen, Gus, Luke, Tex, Squirt, Horace, El Rey, Hal, Jeb, and Hap. All good ol cowboy names.  I could make throw pillows from it. What would you do?

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

crankbaits & real estate...

Friday evening my BIL & SIL took me on a boat ride up river.  Beautiful evening, water cold, air perfect, salmon jumping.  We saw several flocks of turkeys, a few mergansers, one bald eagle, a couple deer herds, and very few people or boats.  I love the river up here, it's clear, wild and free.  50 ft holes and shallow riffles abound. 

My brother in law fished as we drifted the eight miles back down river.  My sister in law and I were more than content to just be on the water.
I asked my BIL what his favorite lure was. He said the "old" Wiggle Wart, but he said they are hard to find these days and he lost his last one a few years back.  I'd never heard of a Wiggle Wart (what a fun name). The next morning I did a little research and found this:
The "old" Wiggle Warts are Storm pre-Rapala. The dogma is the older ones hunt better, have a louder rattle, and more erratic action, and are less likely to get hung up. Far as I can gather one of the ways to tell old Warts is they have Wiggle Wart printed on the underside of the bill, and newer ones have Storm printed there. I found a few old ones in online auctions, and will give them to my BIL, he has been so good to me.

The house is in escrow! Monday morning my realtor called to ask if the lady that looked at the house on Thursday and loved it, could do another walk through. Yes, of course. She came, we did the whole house/garden tour in more detail. They left, and my realtor called about a half hour later. She wants the house and is paying cash, (so no inspections needed) with a 60 day escrow. We signed the papers that day.  Never even had to put the for sale sign up!

Tuesday, August 15, 2017


Enjoying my seventy first trip around the sun...

Friday, August 11, 2017


Finally, got the assessors report and the go ahead from my attorney to put the house on the market. Didn't think my realtor would have the papers ready til today. But, he texted me yesterday morning and said they were ready.  He's a go getter! I went by his office, saw the photos that the pro had taken (pleased with them) and we mapped out the plan, and the asking price. I signed, and signed, and signed some more.
We talked about what I could do going forward, after the house is sold. He is very supportive and encouraging about my options up North, to the point of vetting a good realtor up there, and has gallery contacts there that would offer me at a minimum part time employment, in a heart beat, if I was interested.
I got back home and two hours later he called me to laughingly say, "be careful what you ask for!" (He's aware of how anxious I am about getting this estate settled.) He had gone out to lunch and ran into a RB native that has been seriously looking to move back to the area. He wanted to know if I was up for showing the house in 15 minutes. I looked around me and thought, what the heck, in for a penny... "Sure, see you in 15."
He brought the lady, and it was a friend of The Cowman's family.  After hugs, and so good to see you again, we did the home & garden tour.  She seemed to like the house, the yard, the neighborhood, and kept saying "It's gorgeous, the whole thing is simply gorgeous". They left, and I settled back into sorting through all the stuff. Twenty minutes later my realtor called to say, "She absolutely loves the house, has the where with all to buy, and will definitely get back to us." "Oh, and so you will quit worrying about it... She said she has never seen such a clean & turn key house, and she has looked at more than a few!"  
We will see what comes of this, very early days, but encouraging so far.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017


Hank and I got another big load of trimmings to the landfill today. My tarping skills leave a lot to be desired, and I've had to relearn the Truckie hitch.  Hank and I have made so many trips to the landfill that the nice lady in the scale house weight station, slides open her window, and before I can say anything, says "Good Morning, Red Bluff, yard waste, OK, pull through". LOL, I don't even have to give her my info any more.


As Sean and I were talking the other day, he mentioned that he had gotten a ski boat so he and Amy could take the kids out.  He said they had it on the water last weekend, and it ran, but not well, and he needed a new project anyway. So a tune up is in it's immediate future, and they plan to be back on the water this weekend. Sean doesn't know the meaning of small project, and always has to be working on something. Amy sent a photo of his project! 

(I think, it's time for me to dig out the Maherajah slalom and hit the water while I'm up there!)


Granddaughter Ali has posted a bunch of photos from the wedding. I won't show all 581 of them, just a few.

Ali and Tyler's wedding reception

two of my favorite kids (by other mothers)

my nieces, Marymine, me, my brother in laws, and sister in laws

Monday, August 7, 2017


It was a beautiful evening last night, much cooler, slight breeze, with a few thunder boomers in a Vivaldi sky.

My grandson has been taking some great night photos. You can check out his photos on his website.

photo by

No assessors report yet, so everything else is in a holding pattern. Hopefully it will be at my attorney's this week. I'm just kinda trudging along waiting for the next bomb to drop. I really have to be on point, cause sure as the sun is going to come up, my brother and/or his wife are going to launch another knife to the back. Even my attorney has said he's glad he doesn't have people like this in his family. Well, that's comforting as all get out. Enough whining already.

There will be a gathering of the clan, My Sean is getting married the end of this month. 

To see him happy,  and with someone that we all love, is so good. He's been through a lot the last few years.  I'm looking forward to driving up and spending a few days with them, the rest of the extended family, and possibly will get in some house hunting, as well. 
Just got a call from him, he has been head hunted again, so a new job starts two days after the wedding, to start with a 20% increase in salary, 40% increase in benefits, doesn't have to move, and doing something he loves. Yay Sean!

The plan is for T to fly Dad & I up to hunt'n camp late in Sept.  Dad has been pretty quiet about being stuck in the den all this time, but then he's surrounded by flight logs, maps, pictures, and airplanes. Sure miss his hugs, quick mind, dry humor zingers, and advise.

Marymine called the other day, and as we were chatting away, she said to someone in the background. "It's nanny."  Then said, "here mom someone needs to talk to you." 

The masculine voice of a 26 year old came on and simply said, "I love you."  I am so humbled and blessed by those around me.


Tuesday, August 1, 2017


It's going to be another hot one today, weather guesser says 114.
 Found a yard service that will prune down the long hedges, for less money than the others quoted. They came by recommendation from a neighbor that is very particular about her landscaping. Hopeful they will get it done in the next week or so.

 Up at 4:30AM to watch the sunrise over the Sierras.

sunrise in Red Bluff,  photo courtesy Natalie Peterson

Then off to the airport cafe for an early breakfast gathering with my neighbors. 

With a very full belly, I went on to my dentist appt for a filling.  I have been experimenting with mindfully lowering my blood pressure for a while now, but can't quite get to the point where I can do it consistently. (I had read that monks can do this consistently, although they don't live in this stressful environment.) Part of it is that I don't take my BP, so the only time I get the numbers are at the blood bank, doctors, dentist, etc. I don't have high BP, and don't take any meds for anything, just wanted to see if I could mindfully make it change.  This morning as I'm waiting for my dentist to drill'n fill, I concentrated on lowering my BP about five minutes before she went to work on my tooth.  I got it down to 95/58, which works for me. 

My little Sally Holmes rose start has recovered from my stupidity. Right after I transplanted it into a pot it got infested with aphids. Instead of just squirting them off with water, I sprayed it with an old aphid spray that had been in the garage for only God knows how long.  The poor thing's leaves started to curl immediately.  Quickly washed as much off as possible, which didn't help much as the spray had an oil base.  Treated it to intensive care for a couple weeks, and  watched it continue to decline... It's a cutting from a Sally Holmes that lives at an abandoned homestead near the coast, so I really didn't want to lose it.  This last week it has rallied and even bloomed.  A tough little rose.  

Small successes, I'll take them. 

Friday, July 28, 2017

Well shoot...

The photo shoot for the house went well, I think. The young guy that shot the photos was friendly and interesting to talk to. He's a professional real estate photographer and brings all his own lighting, and flies a drone for the aerial photos. He liked the house's open floor plan and all the natural light from the big skylights and windows. I hope to get to see the photos soon.
The waterfall & small pool is one of the features in the back patio area. But it was closed in by hedges and a handrail. 
half way through the removal of the hedges

So the day before the photo shoot I decided to take out the hedges, borrow a friend's sawzall

 to remove the handrail, and then re-rock the area. Finished at 9:30pm.  Have some tweaking to do to get it closer to what I want, but it was done enough for the photos. 

Pruned, replaced tiles, and cleaned up the little patio on top of the big berm between the house and the street.

 Two of the leylandii cypress that were removed have been replaced with redwoods. They will eventually hide the neighbors houses and provide more shade. 
 The realtor said to just make sure the beds were made when the photographer came. No problem for my bedroom as I always make my bed.  But it meant putting the king size bed back in the big master bedroom and putting bedding on it.  Somewhere along the way any bedding for that bed got misplaced or tossed. But I found a deal on a bundled: dust ruffle, comforter, pillow shams, and throw pillows.  Totally not my style, but so what if it looks early whorehouse to me, it works in that room, and everyone else seems to like it!?!

Sorry if I'm boring you with all this, I just want to keep a record of what has been done around the place.

I met a dear friend and her daughter for lunch today. Can't believe that it's been a year since we got together. Lots of laughter, tall tales, and memories shared. We have history. You would like her, she's cute as a button, one of the true unsung heros of caring for others, and a kick to boot.  Made my whole week to get to see her & her daughter again.  
Then on the way home I stopped in a small town to get a cold drink.  An elderly gentleman was in front of me at the register, and after a moment he turned around, looked me up and down, and as I'm putting my hand on the CCW in my purse, he said, "You, lady are exquisite!"  I stammered a "Thank You, sir". He drove away in a black suburban with Colorado plates, and I drove home with a smile. It was an all around good day.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017


The pine tree lives after I trimmed the heck out of it.  My radio flyer and I will haul some more rock to put in that border and that project will be finished.

The personal property inventory for Dad's estate was finished yesterday and turned in to the attorney today.  Now I'm waiting for the co assessor's appraisal to be submitted, so I can put the place on the market.
Last weekend I hit the wall, from trying to get things done around here, by my lonesome. I just can't go like I could when I was younger, and it frustrates me. Saturday I was just plum exhausted. So Sunday, I made myself just take it easy for the whole day. No doing chores, no worries, went to breakfast with friends, took a long nap, read, texted with the kids, and grandkids.  Just what I needed to recharge.
This Friday the photographer comes to take photos for the real estate listing. There is still a lot that needs to happen in the yard before he gets here. Most of the front is done, dry creek cleaned out, pine planted, just a couple loads of prunings to haul off.


Today was cooler weather by far, only got to 93. Had a gardening service come last week and give me an estimate on trimming the long hedge around the driveway. They said it would take 2 guys at least four hours and be $375 and $35/hr/man after that. Ouch, I will do it myself, thanks!  Got the hedge face all done, and 1/3 of the top done today, should be able to finish it tomorrow.

 Pretty tuckered out from going up and down that ladder all day, and trimming by hand. I have an electric hedge trimmer, but I didn't want it to look scalped, so did it with the loppers and pruning shears.  My arms are a little sore, but nothing a nice hot shower won't fix.
PS:  I don't know what I'm trying to prove to myself, but doing this by myself is not the brightest thing, so I will try to find a landscaper to help me finish it up.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

late night...

Saturday late night humor.


Friday, July 14, 2017

Just Country Folk..

The old saying is, "You can take the gal out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the gal."
There is no clothesline here, there really isn't much of a place to put one.  I asked Dad why that was and he said, "Your mother hated them, and thought they made a place look like poor white trash lived there!"  What!?!  I wondered if he was pulling my leg, but then thought back on it, and she never put one in at any of the houses she built. 
Guess I take after my granny Mid (who was far from being poor white trash), because I love a clothes line. (I even had a defunct ol hot walker as one for a while on the home ranch.) Not only is a clothesline much cheaper than running the dryer, it gets you outside, and it makes your clothes & sheets smell like sunshine. 
Pretty sure that Mother is spinning every time I do laundry and put this up...

Give me clean clothes, a clothesline, and some ice cold Luzianne in my travel mug

and I'm doing just fine...

Oh, and boots, specifically Lucchese boots!  Their sweet new polo boots are out. At $1,295 a pop, I won't be getting any, but I can still admire them from afar...  


Last, but certainly not least, I received this certificate from the POTUS yesterday. I think Dad would be pleased.

Sure miss Dad, the ol guy with mischief in his eyes...