a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The Great Escape...

During all the rain, some posts loosened,
The wonderful escape artists found the weak spot.
The crunching of bucketed chestnuts alerted Bev.
A lone snort told me before daylight
that someone was where they weren't supposed to be.
Broken Arrow makes a plan.
They found wonderful new spots to graze,
gardens to gallop tip-toe through,
and canines and felines willing to share their food.
I loved on them...I think, we all did.
Allowed them to stay free for a couple of days.
They would travel from freedom to the barn,
and back again.
The horses have their own pasture
but the lure of the unknown called them.
Tonight, they will surprised.
Their escape route is repaired.
Tomorrow, they'll stay in their pasture.
The cats will enjoy their breakfast,
 sharing only with dogs and chickens.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Twelve Inches Is Too Much...

except when it's a foot! (I know, that's bad!)  

Rain...the ponds are full, the creeks are flowing, the grass is even trying to grow.  At least, it wasn't all at once, that's our four rain total...for the week.  Water gates to clear, washes to fill, mud to sink into...fun At The Farm.
Mushrooms and toad stools come to life,
and the flowers rejoice.
The sun's light in a blue sky
reflects from fowl,
 winging their way to warmer climes.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Septemeber '08

One thousand four-hundred seventy-seven posts ago, and probably many more, since I've deleted several, I began my journey into blogland.

I think it's time for an extended break...then, we shall see what happens.
If you miss me too much, please explore some older posts.  Many were funny, some were sad, some very strange and mysterious, but, I hope, they were never boring.
Thank you, my friends.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Time For...

Prickly Pear Apples
for making jam.
The arrival of the spun-ice beauty of horefrost.
says Winter won't be far behind.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

It's My Birthday...

Today I celebrate surviving fifty-seven years of life with it's varied experiences.  The first adventure was almost rolling off the baby table in the delivery room, the nurse caught me.  I guess I started with a physical advantage and soon added skills, increasing my mental advantages...but wisdom is an earned talent and one I am still working on.

The things I would change:

Laugh more.
Have more ahaa moments than oh-no moments.
Follow my dreams.
Hoard more money and less stuff.
Be more spontaneous.
Be supportive without interfering.
Be a little more selfish.
Trust in myself.

The things I would not change:

and trust in a Higher Being.

May the next fifty-seven years be full of love, hope and happiness

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

New Miracle Drug...

I am one of the fortunate ones.  The chances of having a medical side effect, normally ten million to one, will jump me quicker than a cat jumps on a mouse.  A side effect that has never been documented will blossom in full color when a new medicine is taken by me.

I am also a tad bull headed (Surprise!), so when a medical doctor is changing medicine to help my arm and my stress, I listen and try to follow instructions.  I get free samples!  I think, I should read the side effects...just in case there is something I need to know.  First problem  for one med is DO NOT TAKE with anti-inflammatories.  One strike against me, so I self medicate and forgo the anti-inflammatory for my arm and jump in with both feet to take the new, improved, having great results medicine for dealing with stress.

Take a half pill with food...wake up and my face is swollen, check one side effect!  Diarrhea, check two side effects...not just any plain bout but a bring you to your knees bout.  So, stubborn me says to self,  Self,  you have to give it time to work.  This is just a temporary thing, work through it. 

Into my third day, the muscles aches, stiffness, difficulty breathing and increased bathroom activity(four more side effects) make me wonder if I can get used to this.  On the brighter side, I seem to be loosing weight...when I'm not swollen.

On the fourth day, I look up the definition of dysentary, through my swollen eyes and decide this could be it...and realized this would be a terrible way to die.

The dawning of the fifth day,  severe muscle spasms, dehydration, and dancing intestines join me along with the inability to walk in a straight line.  I finally get the idea....the doctor does not know what she is talking about!!!  These are free samples, for goodness sakes!  Given to her by sales people along with ink pens and notepads to get her to push these drugs.

I'm slow but I'm not totally stupid...I have taken no more pills. 

...and then I realize maybe she was right after all.

My arm doesn't hurt as badly.  My eyes are clear again.  The toilet paper supply is breaking even.  I am so happy to have these symptoms leaving I have nothing to stress about!!!!  Just have to change the directions.  When feeling sorry for yourself, take a half pill with food.  In a few days, you will appreciate the life you had before and discover you had NOTHING to stress about after all.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Monday, November 14, 2011

Transferring Emotions To Canvas…

Now you have proof I am a mess.
Like the painting,
I am not sure which way is up.
Hope you find something that pleases you.
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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Saturday, November 12, 2011

My Dream Home

There used to be a field here.  The spring from Spring Mill feeds the pond.  It was built large enough to water ski on and the owners did.
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The previous owners built this place using all recycled lumber and tin,

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I've always loved it. It’s peaceful.
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The bridge leads to an island.
Absolutely beautiful
and the water goes on forever.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Thank you…

to every person who has ever served
 and to those serving your country.
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We await your safe return.
 We honor your service.
Thank you.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Oh, To Glide Above…

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on drafts of wind and see the world below.
There seems to a freedom in this flight
that I will never know.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Today I Ran Away…

Not too exciting because it was to a grocery store in another town.  I exited the store with a full buggy and a light wallet. 

Before the grocery store, for a much needed treat to me, I went to Bath and Body, had a coupon so it wasn’t bad.  My favorites are Moonlight Path and Twilight Woods.  They’ve been messing with my smell!!!  I don’t know what they’ve done to “improve” it but neither are quite right.

On the way, guess what?  I took pictures, now that’s a shocker, isn’t it?  These are pictures of the old Spring Mill.
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Glad to see they are working on it.  Several of us stopped one day and Mrs. Lytle played an old pump organ for us and told us wonderful stories.
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Above is the beautiful house that has always been part of the mill property.

Trying Windows Live Writer and having some troublewith the picture alignment but as in every thing else, I will learn.  I think it affects the quality of the pictures.

Thank y’all for your kind words.  I’m normally a fixer and it bothers me that I can’t fix all the wrongs any more.

Been Gone...

Those of you who know me, know I've been hiding behind the pictures.  This old cow (me) has been in a slump lower than a snake's belly.  I dropped out of life Saturday afternoon and have not been participating until this afternoon.  Was it because I was exhausted?  Was it because I was in pain?  Was it because I am crazy?  Probably, all of the above.

Well, I'm back, not completely but closer than I was.  I have finally managed to get a week's vacation and have juggled to get eye appointments and doctor's appointments.  I hope to fit in a run to Kroger's, a few items  labeled for the shop, and a little cleaning done that is way behind.

I have a stack of t-shirts to mend and a quilt top waiting for me to finish and back.  I did get off my dead behind onto my dieing feet this after noon, spackled and clean one bathroom from top to bottom.  I have killed the maggots in the kitchen and ran the rats outta the laundry basket.

I have to have a pity party now and then just for the sheer misery of it, I guess.  Have to feel sorry for myself because Hubby can't see the trail he leaves and grandson never volunteers for anything.  Foot ball season is over (undefeated) and this home coach is afixin' to start yelling plays at the top of my lungs (I never yell) but I am going to be giving directions.  This ship is gonna be in tip top shape if I have anything to do with it and it's not gonna be just me doing the doing!

Wish me luck, strength and success.

Monday, November 7, 2011

The Cat Teaser...

This fine bird is a regular around here.  He delights in swooping down on the cats and mocking them from a spot just out of their reach.

I think, sometimes, I hear him laughing.
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