Gus and I had a whirlwind trip and we loved it. It's about 9 hours driving, which would have been somewhat shorter without all the gas, water, walk Gus stops. But not nearly as interesting.
We stopped at Del Rio Winery on the way North to stock up on the fruit of the vine. Blessed be.
It had been a while since I had driven thru Portland, timing was great, we were going in when the rest of the world was coming out. Another blessing.
Met up with my son in Vancouver and then went house hunting. He found one not far from his work that evening. Another blessing.
Spent as much time as possible with my two youngest grand girls over the weekend. What smart little whippersnappers they are. Sean is a great dad, and they are well loved. A great blessing.
Spent Monday at Ikea in Portland, picking out furniture for the house. He gave me a set amount and I got most all he needed way under budget. Another blessing.
We spent the evening moving stuff, and building the furniture. Not so much of a blessing, but we all got thru it, thanks be no one forgot the blessed wine.
I love the green of Washington state, and the beautiful weather. Hey, it was 83 three of the four days I was there! Another blessing.
Gus and I hit the road for home on Tuesday. This time we were going out as everyone else was going in. Another blessing.
We made the usual stops, plus a quick stop at my parents to check on them, another hour and we were home to our little bunkhouse. Another blessing.
Next time, soon hopefully, I will take my books on tape, Gus is a good traveler but he isn't much of a talker...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Mom Likes
Like this mom wants to be on the road to Vancouver WA to see her son and his girls. Like this weekend. Like with Gus, as co-pilot. Like she has washed, waxed, changed the oil, and rotated the tires on the ol SUV in readiness, like she can have her new Cabela's bag (thanks my brother) packed in a flash, like she really wants to be on her way.
Oh, is "Barn House"
http://www.barnhousebh.com/2010/09/barn-house-tarte-presents.html in Battle Ground, WA (a short hop from Vancouver) having their big Fall todo this very weekend?
Like how auspicious is that!
Oh, is "Barn House"
http://www.barnhousebh.com/2010/09/barn-house-tarte-presents.html in Battle Ground, WA (a short hop from Vancouver) having their big Fall todo this very weekend?
Like how auspicious is that!
Monday, August 23, 2010
House Sitting
My sister-in-law P asked me to house sit her and her hubby's place. Being temporarily unencumbered (unemployed) I'm more than willing to spend some time looking after things for them. They left early Saturday morning, pulling their travel trailer, for a long week's vacation at the coast. The cell phone reception is spotty at best from the winery, err campground they are at, so she left me a short message this morning on the recorder, hoping all was well here... My response...
Hi P, Everything is fine, no worries. I don't think my mother is going to sue because she tripped over the curb and fell in your driveway. Went by and checked on her this evening and she is really doing well with the walker.
Don't have to worry about feeding the donkey or hens anymore. A goat from down the road seems to have turned loose your chickens, trying to get at their grain. Chickens can be so flighty. The rooster landed on the donkey and spooked him into the goat, last I saw them they were headed toward the Yolla Bolly wilderness area.
We had a little wind storm this morning and it blew a ton of oak leaves into your nice clean garage. After sweeping it out twice I decided enough already and pushed the button on the automatic garage door. How was I to know that your new car was not pulled all the way in. I'm sure D can pound out that little crease.
The garden is doing well, except for the bear who has decided that your strawberry bed is a fine place to feast. His growling has upset Annie, who's barking is upsetting the honkers that have chosen to over winter in your swimming pool. They sure are messy. Not knowing how much more the pool filter could take, I put all the chlorine tabs I could find in there.
Your rose garden that I was to prune doesn't need it anymore. A couple of does' came thru last night and now you won't have to worry about pruning anything for quite a while.
Hope your just kicking back with a glass of wine and having a relaxing time at the beach. No Worries.
Love, B
Hi P, Everything is fine, no worries. I don't think my mother is going to sue because she tripped over the curb and fell in your driveway. Went by and checked on her this evening and she is really doing well with the walker.
Don't have to worry about feeding the donkey or hens anymore. A goat from down the road seems to have turned loose your chickens, trying to get at their grain. Chickens can be so flighty. The rooster landed on the donkey and spooked him into the goat, last I saw them they were headed toward the Yolla Bolly wilderness area.
We had a little wind storm this morning and it blew a ton of oak leaves into your nice clean garage. After sweeping it out twice I decided enough already and pushed the button on the automatic garage door. How was I to know that your new car was not pulled all the way in. I'm sure D can pound out that little crease.
The garden is doing well, except for the bear who has decided that your strawberry bed is a fine place to feast. His growling has upset Annie, who's barking is upsetting the honkers that have chosen to over winter in your swimming pool. They sure are messy. Not knowing how much more the pool filter could take, I put all the chlorine tabs I could find in there.
Your rose garden that I was to prune doesn't need it anymore. A couple of does' came thru last night and now you won't have to worry about pruning anything for quite a while.
Hope your just kicking back with a glass of wine and having a relaxing time at the beach. No Worries.
Love, B
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Here and Now
Having totally nothing of value to say is very frustrating and so I have been avoiding posting. As I see it now my blogging is about "as useful as tits on a boar".
I started blogging as a way to put down the odd moments of my life for my family, until I realized that they were all busy living their own lives. So having lost that audience, I thought to just entertain myself and the few who stopped by.
My pleasure has been getting reacquainted with several friends from the old days, and making a few new ones around this whirling ball. One can never have too many friends, but one shouldn't neglect the people that are right here, right now. It's kind've like people that text while you are right in front of them.
I have been paring down the blogs that I read, and trying to only go online, for a limited amount of time, once a day. Having no TV, and limiting my computer time, has encouraged me to get back out and Live my life here and now.
I started blogging as a way to put down the odd moments of my life for my family, until I realized that they were all busy living their own lives. So having lost that audience, I thought to just entertain myself and the few who stopped by.
My pleasure has been getting reacquainted with several friends from the old days, and making a few new ones around this whirling ball. One can never have too many friends, but one shouldn't neglect the people that are right here, right now. It's kind've like people that text while you are right in front of them.
I have been paring down the blogs that I read, and trying to only go online, for a limited amount of time, once a day. Having no TV, and limiting my computer time, has encouraged me to get back out and Live my life here and now.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The Yard Sale
The home ranch at one time was leased to a couple of yea whos from the Lone Star state. They were unbelievable wheeler-dealers from the get go. One of them moved into the main house with part of his family; the part that was a wife, a (still nursing) 3 year old son, and a couple of older kids from one or the other's other marriages.
We were raised to be good stewards of the land and the animals in our care. Not these guys, they were just look'n for the next buck. They were running bred dairy heifers some sorry sucker had bought for them to calve out. I have a feeling that several sorry suckers had bought the same cattle, but that's only hearsay. Keeping one's mouth shut about the way they ran their outfit was difficult at the best of times. But, we were leased to them with the ranch, so lip biting about the cattle became the norm.
We always seemed to get shipments of cattle late at night, something we tried hard to never do with our own cattle. If they come in late at night they don't have a chance to walk the fence to see where the boundaries are, or locate water and food. Himself and I spent many nights riding thru the new cattle to show them where the feed bunks and water troughs were, and doctoring sick ones.
How did I get so far afield of what I started out to say? I was laughing when I started as I had been over at K8's reading about her bra buying experience and remembered The yard sale. So now that I've got the ugly out of my system I'll get to it.
The Texas boys decided that the wheelly deally wasn't working out too well in this part of the country, so they started pack'n up to move to greener pastures. The wife said she wasn't moving some things again and would have a yard sale. Hello, we lived 15 miles from a small town, the last three miles of which was rough gravel road. I just couldn't see people beating a path to her door, but what did I know. Not much it seems. The day of her yard sale arrived. I had to go into town to get a part for Himself that morning, so missed the setting up for the event. As I headed back to the ranch there did seem to be a lot of traffic, but it couldn't be for a yard sale, could it? When I crossed the last cattle guard the whole area was full of trucks, cars, and people. She had set up the big BBQ, a bar, and had country music blaring from a stereo. The front lawn was full of tables of yard sale wares, a junker's paradise. The piece d' resistance was a large tree in front with bras hanging from every branch, not just any ol bras either, they were Huge bras. (She'd had a home business in Texas selling bras for really large women and this was the overstock.) We were all laughing so hard, you just had to buy one. Her yard sale was a Huge success and she made a killing on that bra tree.
We were raised to be good stewards of the land and the animals in our care. Not these guys, they were just look'n for the next buck. They were running bred dairy heifers some sorry sucker had bought for them to calve out. I have a feeling that several sorry suckers had bought the same cattle, but that's only hearsay. Keeping one's mouth shut about the way they ran their outfit was difficult at the best of times. But, we were leased to them with the ranch, so lip biting about the cattle became the norm.
We always seemed to get shipments of cattle late at night, something we tried hard to never do with our own cattle. If they come in late at night they don't have a chance to walk the fence to see where the boundaries are, or locate water and food. Himself and I spent many nights riding thru the new cattle to show them where the feed bunks and water troughs were, and doctoring sick ones.
How did I get so far afield of what I started out to say? I was laughing when I started as I had been over at K8's reading about her bra buying experience and remembered The yard sale. So now that I've got the ugly out of my system I'll get to it.
The Texas boys decided that the wheelly deally wasn't working out too well in this part of the country, so they started pack'n up to move to greener pastures. The wife said she wasn't moving some things again and would have a yard sale. Hello, we lived 15 miles from a small town, the last three miles of which was rough gravel road. I just couldn't see people beating a path to her door, but what did I know. Not much it seems. The day of her yard sale arrived. I had to go into town to get a part for Himself that morning, so missed the setting up for the event. As I headed back to the ranch there did seem to be a lot of traffic, but it couldn't be for a yard sale, could it? When I crossed the last cattle guard the whole area was full of trucks, cars, and people. She had set up the big BBQ, a bar, and had country music blaring from a stereo. The front lawn was full of tables of yard sale wares, a junker's paradise. The piece d' resistance was a large tree in front with bras hanging from every branch, not just any ol bras either, they were Huge bras. (She'd had a home business in Texas selling bras for really large women and this was the overstock.) We were all laughing so hard, you just had to buy one. Her yard sale was a Huge success and she made a killing on that bra tree.
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