Since The divorce I've been winnowing thru my stuff. Files that I've no idea why I kept. Pictures have been sorted, and the twelve million duplicates and the picture of a rock are now residing in a landfill. I brought with me a few pieces of furniture that have a long and sorted past. The press back chairs are from a ranch wife in the wilds of Nevada via my mother and father's hunting trips. The round oak table wandered into my care from a neighbor's barn sale, as did the pie safe. The old white chippy cabinet with the blue interior was left on the curb when a store closed, down the street from where I worked. Stuffed that sucker in the back of the ol SUV and away I went. And yes I did find a free sign on it. A painting or two, a pot, a fry pan and a box of rocks, pretty much covers it.
In days gone by himself would back the gooseneck up to the house, and tell me to have it packed and ready to go by the time the cattle where finished being loaded. I got pretty good at packing and traveling light. We moved so much that I guess it stuck.
I like this lightness of being.
The world as we know it ended for a few days. What a wake up call that was as Blogger's maintenance fix flamed out and crashed into the Internet ocean. It seemed to revive for a moment then down again, up-down, up-down, up which made me a little crazy. I have to have my lurking time with the many and varied blogs I enjoy reading. I seldom comment, because I want to make that truly original intelligent comment that someone else has already made. But tell me the system is down, and boy do I have a lot to say. Now it's been down too long and I've misplaced all those gloriously intellectual comments in my post menopausal mind.
There was lots to share, like the show steers got out, everyone gone but me. It was going well til they decided to see what was with all those pickups whizzing by. There I am trying to run threw knee deep pasture, to cut them off, when to my utter amazement I learned that I can levitate. Not able to stay up there very long yet but I'm working on it. No bunnies where hurt in this process.
Gus has decided that he's a big dog now, and part of his early doghood shall be to lift his leg in the house. This is not going over well with me, he's a tad jumpy from my corrections. He'd be even jumpier if he knew what lay in store for him if he does it again.
The baby owls are getting big. I can't upload my pictures, (we won't go there at this time) so you will need to go to Cindee's Garden and look at her pictures. Ours look just like hers. Aren't they just cute?
In closing, if you see a white haired, wild eyed granny, driving an ancient SUV, loaded with grand kids, steer feed, baseball equipment, and a live Scottie hood ornament, my advise would be to get the heck out of her way.
There is a large lawn area with old trees between Marymine's house and the bunkhouse where I live.
In the crouch of a huge elm is a stick nest with three of these little cuties... Yesterday we watched they're antics for the longest time. Mom must have been off getting dinner from the take out in the alfalfa.
All is in Spring hyper drive around the farmstead. Sunday before last, Marymine sent me across the valley to get "some color" for her yard. I hate shopping, really, except for plants. Came home with the ol SUV loaded to the roof with Lots of Color. The youngest granddaughter and I planted 25 pots and three borders full to the brim... aaah Spring!
The son-in-law has his many & varied crops in, and just finished baling the first cutting of alfalfa. Grand kids are busy with ballgames, 4-H, FFA, and projects.
Marymine and her oldest girl were off to another state for a game last weekend. Which left the youngest girl & boy in my care, watch out world. Ran the boy to the dentist (30 miles away) Thursday morning. Then away to the feed mill, to swap out a whole pallet of feed...which the girls had picked up the day before. The loader had put Alpaca feed on, instead of the show steer mix. I have a feeling that the young man driving the forklift might have been paying more attention to my granddaughter than which pallet he was loading.
Thursday night Lizzy had a ballgame and Friday night they all had a dinner to go to. Saturday was full of 4-H for Lizzy, and grandson plowing.
Sunday, Lizzy and I took great grandpa to the Big rodeo. We got to see a lot of family & friends, gossip, swap tales, oh and watch the rodeo.
Now why does it all come at once? This granny needs a bit of a break once in a while so she can catch her breath and enjoy... aaah Spring
When we sold our house last fall, I did a final clean and walk-thru. In a way, saying goodbye to the only house we ever owned. All the other 29 moves had been to rentals or ranch housing.
I had moved out months before, and himself had stayed on til a buyer was found. He did a good job of keeping it up, but didn't see that it wasn't as clean as it could be. So I spent a last day with the house, cleaning, and polishing. I made sure the bathrooms had full rolls of TP, new bars of soap, a few fresh towels, new batteries in the alarms, a basket of trash bags, new lightbulbs, cleansers, and watered the garden. Locking the door behind me the last time, I wasn't sad, there was no need. When I went by the realtor's to leave my keys, I also left a binder for the new owners. The binder had a note wishing them nothing but happiness in their new home, all the warranties and manuals for the heating/ac unit, appliances, and fixtures. The names and info of all the utilities, and services that we had used. Also included were the color codes and brands of paint & stain used. At the end I listed the close neighbors and slipped in a few pictures of the landscape in full bloom.
I never met the buyers, but my ex said they were nice, all's well.
