After one thousand-one hundred four posts and twenty-seven months of posting, I have two hundred twenty-five followers. Not so good, although I am tickled pink to have that many wonderful people following. Many have become friends rather than just followers. I want to thank each and every one of you who follow and special thanks for the comments.
I have noticed many giveaways, I have decided to join that group. The Art of George Stubbs by Venetia Morrison will be my first prize. Please ignore the flash reflection on the cover. This is a magnificent "coffee table" book full of Mr. Stubbs amazing art. The names will be placed in a hat, and one will be drawn out by a completely unbiased grandson that has no idea what is going on. I would use random chooser or whatever they call that thing but I am not computer literate enough...yet. This giveaway deadline will be Friday. I will announce the winner Saturday.
I am not beyond bribing you to follow, so that is your only requirement to enter..be a.follower...and comment on this post.
On to other random, strange thoughts...I am gonna being working on changing the look and layout so don't panic if I disappear, it will only be temporary. I asked my daughter what words I could add to the title so more search engines would catch my blog. She advised, anything with the word sex, my sister said 2012 but 2012 Sex At The Farm did not appeal to me. Any suggestions will be considered.
We are cool here, not freezing, except at night. The valley shows enough frost in the mornings to look like snow but we haven't any yet. I hope this winter is kinder than the last.
Marcy is still keeping Zander two days a week while youngest daughter is working on her nursing degree. She is also still photographing some amazing cold weather pictures which I will be sharing.
Melissa is working and Grandma Anna is helping out with Jake. What would we do without an extended family?? Grandma Anna is our angel.
I am so proud of both my daughers, I don't think I tell them often enough but I hope they do know.
Hubby is donning the cloak of umeployment and does not think it fits. At fifty-nine this is the first time, he hasn't had a job. It is not comfortable for him and a little scary. The fences are getting built and things are getting done, so his lack of a paying job has paid off for the farm.
Beverly continues to help us thin and empty our houses. My sisters and I are hoping that in the spring the shop will be open. There are many things we cannot do, like erecting the hugh shelves my nephew bought, but maybe the help will show up when we need it most.
Christmas is coming. I dread the coming. It seems that I have lost the spirit of Christmas along with a few other things I have misplaced.
I am still working six days a week or rather five and part of a day. I am tired. Fourteen months without a Saturday off is getting old but I am blessed I have a job.
A little insider information on the post office about Saturday delivery. The post offices will still maintain their Saturday hours, mail will be placed in Post Office Boxes, the only service that will not be continuing on Saturday, if they decide on this course of action, will be street delivery. This one move would eliminate many positions and would save much money but according to our statistics, payroll is but a small percentage of the expense. We all wait to see what our fate may be.
