Sunday, November 30, 2008
Most time not spent at my paying job is spent outside trying to get this farm back together after the tornado and years of neglect.
Yesterday, my clothes dryer died and the washer was in its last throes. Tired of repairing it, we loaded up and headed to Sears. I walked in and said I want the best bargain, least buttons and largest capacity you have. Ten minutes later, we were loading up. Hubby said that is the way I like to shop.
Next stop was farm supply, only for a strap to tie the W/D in since Den was not comfortable with the tie he had. We went in for one tie down thingy. It took forever. First we had to look at all of them, read all of them, then wander around to see if there were anymore. Got to check out and Den asked about chainsaw chains and found they made them in the store. So he heads to the back AGAIN. I sidestep into the horse area...now most of you, knowing me, would look for me there. I mean, think if there was one place in a farm supply store that I would most likely be, most of you would pick horse stuff, right? Not my hubby, after a long wait, I peeked out of the horse corner and saw him going up and down the isles looking. I stepped out and he mouthed, I've been looking for you...well, if you knew your wife of thirty-six years, you would know she is in the horse section. Not even to mention, the last three trips to farm supply, he ran me out of the horse section.
We headed home, unhooked the old, rehooked the new. The old ones are still here in the room.
That was not even what I was going to gripe about!
I need inspiration to get my inside life in order.
I have a beautiful red cedar picnic table that Daddy made. It is just outside the dining room for overflow and serves a dual purpose as a folding table for laundry. It is full of folded piles of clothes.
My kitchen, which has been the deer jerky factory for days, is butt deep in dishes and mess. There is enough dirt in the floor to grow a good sized garden. I have named my spiders. Hate to get rid of them, they keep the mice down.
My bathrooms are growing mushrooms.
My dining room table is the catch all and is piled to the ceiling.
My sheets were changed sometime after Halloween.
...And here's the scary part...I DO NOT CARE!
Help, I need inspiration, I need direction, I need a maid!
I used to be superwoman but at fifty-four that seems to be fading. With a full time job and spending all my daylight hours outside, I have no inclination to attack the inside.
Comments please, millions of them, I need help or my family may perish in a avalanche of filth.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
The boss (me) is making sure they are aligned because the real boss can't see cause the bucket's in the way.
Later the finished project with four culverts hooked together. The water is still muddy but will be clear soon. Now we can drive into the garden from either side. We have also made it easier to siphon and irrigate the garden.
How's that for boring?
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
My sister, Marcy, took some beautiful pictures of what we had always known as and called hoarfrost.
Certain times during cold weather, the conditions are just right for frost to form on objects. These can take many creative and wonderful forms, after all, the best artist is nature.
I was showing Den these pictures and he begins to argue that it is rabbit frost. He said the old timers called it rabbit frost because it told when it was safe to eat wild rabbits. I told him my parents and grandparents and every one I knew in the "old timer" category called it hoarfrost.
I proceed to google it and what did I find?? All kinds of wonderful pictures of HOARFROST but not a trace of rabbit frost anywhere.
I just want to say I am thankful for everything, good and bad. The things we experience make us the person we are and will become. We are ever changing and are affected by each thing in our life...from the fuzzy dog we saw on a sidewalk to the clerk that took the extra time to smile.
Sometimes my posts are sentimental, sometimes they are silly and sometimes, but rarely, they are normal.
This day brings to mind our soldiers, and how many cannot be with family. I think of the homeless and how I would love to share my bounty. I think of people who are not enjoying family and friends today. I think of people alone.
I am truly blessed.
I would like to send up a prayer to all those mentioned and many I have missed. Not just for today but for the rest of their lives...May they forever be blessed and have God by their side.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Hands that had never painted
Contrasted with the white empty canvas.
A dish of colors in one, a brush in the other
Eighty-five- year-old hands
Danced with sunshine and shadow.
Colors trailed across the canvas
Hands taking their work to heart
Like the man had always done.
With smiling Irish eyes, he said
"...never been a painter."
To "Are you having fun?"
He painted more.
We were lost in a world of colors,
We traveled into the canvas
Neither asking where the other had been.
We left our dreams to dry
Going inside to eat ice cream.
I still have the painting Dad did that afternoon in a place of honor. The poem is attached.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
EVERY ONE...if you want to do it.
I am still just learning and could not get the tags to work!
The story below was when I was in grade school (during the Civil War). I watched and said If I ever had a Breyer horse, I would set it on a shelf and never put it in the dirt. About twenty years ago I found my first Breyer horse at a flea market. Now at fifty-four the insanity continues. Isn't it funny how childhood events affect our whole life?
Unless actively taught a child of five has no perception of rich and poor. I now know I was "poor". I was not hungry, I was loved and I was allowed to dream.
Then the new girl came.
In a white dress with blue ribbons and blond hair, she walked into our room and nothing was ever the same.
From California to Arkansas, her origin seemed as far away as the moon. Her customs were also as foreign as the aliens we imagined in the lunar landscape.
Each noon, armed with only our imagination we gathered to play in The Ditch( it's always been there between the school and the ball field. You could play without the teachers watching). Hide and Seek ranked high on our list of favorite games, followed by Cowboy and Indians, War and House.
When the new girl came, she brought toys. Toys like we had only dreamed. Beautiful dolls with eyes like hers and shiny Breyer Horses that deserved to be worshipped from a place of honor.
The new girl proudly added these to our play. The beautiful clean baby doll was laid in the make-shift bed of sticks and the Breyer horses were galloped through the dust.
We laughed and we played and we shared...but it was different now.
The new girl had taken our innocence...not on purpose...but her eagerness to share her possessions had forever highlighted the fact we had none and likely never could.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
SIX, NO, SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME YOU MAY NOT KNOW:
I love to write and paint. I am not very good at either but that does not take the joy out of doing it.
I do not like to clean house.
Friday, November 21, 2008
My parents married at the end of the second War To End All Wars. My father was there from the beginning to end and was hungry for family life. My mother was in love with the uniform.
At eighteen, Mom was dreaming of a family. At twenty-eight, Dad was eager to comply.
The family came...three girls in eight years. I always wondered about our age difference but never asked.
We are grown now. Mom is gone and we have since lost Dad to Alzheimer's.
Alzheimer's is not pretty but it has a way of breaking secret oaths.
There were others. My sisters and I had siblings that we knew nothing about.
As Dad cried reliving the past, my sisters and I understood. We named the grief we had glimpsed in our parents' eyes.
Our siblings, bundled in hand made quilts, were each laid quietly to rest where we never plowed. They were never named and never mentioned.
It was the way of the times.
Today I bring flowers and say "Hello, I am your little sister."
We walked and trotted
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The next giveaway I have is roosters...pick a color. My sister allows her extra roosters to run loose (cats do not bother them, in fact they eat together). Marcy lets her hens set when they will and they are as fertile as the cats!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The tide of people ebbed and flowed around me as I slept. I did not want to wake. It affected nothing...my sleeping. Life continued, no different without me.
From Dreams to waking and back again I traveled.
I dreamed of suspended Elders deciding my fate while they swam in crystal waters. I dreamed of cooking masterpieces and managing a better life. I dreamed of dreaming and I dreamed of waking. I dreamed of altering my job and I dreamed of altering my path. I dreamed of everything and I dreamed of nothing.
As my body battled the illness, my mind battled the enemy. I slept. I was unable to say my brow was checked, unable to say that I was counted absent or even if I was counted at all.
I slept riding a decision like a bull at a rodeo. Eight seconds to the whistle but I could not make it. The decision was close but, like the bull, it changed directions too quickly for me to hold firmly and I never made it to the whistle.
I slept waking only to take liquid in and let liquid out. Life moved on without me and I wondered if it even mattered.
The time had come to decide...to take my medicine like a man or run, to grab the bull by the horns, to lay in the bed I had made or get over it.
But I slept. I slept and I tried not to dream.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
The People had gathered to water when the rains no longer came. This was not their always home. In a vision, a wise woman was shown this valley. By the signs, she led them here.
The valley, invisible from any distance, was nestled at the base of a stony hill. The other three sides gently sloped into the hidden valley fed by three springs. The trees on all four sides stood guarding the secret they had sheltered for untold years. In the shallow bowl of the valley the green grasses waved and animals came to feed and drink.
Mother Earth had brought them here, if not to prosper, at least to survive. They gave thanks to the spirits of the animals that fed them. Careful to use only what they needed, plants were left to resupply. Mother Earth cared for them. They honored Her with respect.
The People stayed.
They played. They hunted.
They fished. They laughed.
And the rains came and Mother Earth smiled.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Well, he had the meeting, I toured the town.
Fort Smith's Miss Laura's is the only brothel entered into the historic registry. It is now operating as the tourist center. I toured the Belle Grove Historic District. I saw many "painted ladies" as they called the old historic houses. It was a pure delight to stroll the streets, some brick, and see all these old houses in various stages of restoration.
Fort Smith is also the home of Hanging Judge Isaac Parker. I toured the gallows,the courtrooms and the jails. The thing that was most unusal to me were spitoons built into the witness box and at each end of the jurors box. Amazing the things you notice.
The joining of the Arkansas and another river was also part of the Trail of Tears. The Native Americans stopped here to get their army issue of one rifle, one blanket, one barrel of flour and something else I forgot.
I loved this little house and snapped a picture because it was so quaint.
There were beautiful churches with stained glass windows.
Fort Smith Historic District is still recovering from the tornado that almost wiped it out a few years ago. There are museums and many things I enjoyed visiting.
Was searching something to share, my late summer vacation won.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I am going share another beautiful picture taken by Marcy.
I am not going to complain about work, I have a job.
I am not going to complain about dirty dishes, I have food.
I am not going to complain about dirty laundry, I have clothes.
I am not going to complain about cleaning house, I have a home.
I do not remember where I read this but it has stuck in my head. I complained when I had no shoes then met a man who had no feet. That may not be exact but it's close.
I guess today is my Thankful Day...no spiders tonight.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
When I was growing up, I knew I was in trouble when I heard my whole name...well, DENNIS PAUL!!!!
My hubby caught a tarantula and was chasing Andrew with it. (Andrew has been trained to fear spiders by his mother). I guess you can imagine what broke loose around here.
The gremlins had been at my computer so I was TRYING to fix it. I heard screams of Nana, Nana.
As you can imagine with computer trouble, the day after a holiday, my lovely boss, and then screaming, yelling, laughing, running and more laughing, I almost lost it. I marched into the middle of the trouble, took the tarantula and dumped him outdoors.
That didn't solve the problem. My hubby is laughing and saying, I wish I had you on tape when you stomped in and got that spider! Andrew is upset cause I let Papa's spider loose. I said did you like being tortured with it? No, but still pouting.
So I grab a flashlight, find the d--- spider and bring it back in.
Now, no one is happy with that either. Den says I told you to let it go, Andrew says, I said you didn't have to catch it. So I give the bucket with the spider to Den and get back on the computer.
The commotion starts again! Den has told Andrew it is loose in his room cause I left the lid off the bucket. Den is laughing at Andrew so hard he can't stand! Then I say DENNIS PAUL and he knows he has gone far enough. Den admits he let the spider go outside much to Andrew's relief. I go back to the computer, hot, aggravated and still working...and I hear laughter!!!!
Monday, November 10, 2008
I would like everyone who does, to pray for her.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
I wanted to do something original to my porch...someone suggested coyote fencing. Did not really do my homework, just saw a picture and said I can do that.
Well, let me tell you, it is not as easy as it looks! I gathered wonderful branches and sticks and sawed and placed and caught them as they fell. I rethought, rewired and weaved.
I had fixed the actual porch sides by using old barn boards. Now I had to do the handrail to make one side animal proof.