... Right now I am reading "Sojourner Truth's America" about the famous activist; cowboy poetry by Baxter Black; and "Women in Early America: Struggle, Survival and Freedom in a New World." That last is arranged alphabetically, almost like an encyclopedia.
Also started "Healing Grace" by writer friend Lisa Lickel. Set in Michigan. I like books set in places where I've been. So much easier to picture the setting.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Another beautiful day ...
... and a good day to recover from the weekend.
First thing Sunday morning, I saw we'd been TP'ed.
By midgets.
DD hosted a sleep-over with several friends. They rode their bikes up and down the hills in the farm lanes, played tag in the hayfield, played the Wii up at the house and had pizza and ice cream Sundaes. Then they TP'ed at Grandma's, next door, and here while I was asleep.
But, poor DD. During all the hilarity, she and a friend collided on their bikes. She fell off and skidded down the gravel driveway on her bare leg since she was wearing shorts. Next morning, the kitten got shut in her room by accident and while trapped, went potty on DD's bed. Finally, the class hamster, who came home with DD this weekend, escaped from his cage.
It all came right eventually.
Meanwhile, DH and the boys were camping with about 50 other father-son groups from church. They came back tired, sunburned and smelling like smoke.
And, DH admitted, no vegetable of any sort was seen at any of the meals.
We were ready for Monday morning to recover from the weekend!
First thing Sunday morning, I saw we'd been TP'ed.
By midgets.
DD hosted a sleep-over with several friends. They rode their bikes up and down the hills in the farm lanes, played tag in the hayfield, played the Wii up at the house and had pizza and ice cream Sundaes. Then they TP'ed at Grandma's, next door, and here while I was asleep.
But, poor DD. During all the hilarity, she and a friend collided on their bikes. She fell off and skidded down the gravel driveway on her bare leg since she was wearing shorts. Next morning, the kitten got shut in her room by accident and while trapped, went potty on DD's bed. Finally, the class hamster, who came home with DD this weekend, escaped from his cage.
It all came right eventually.
Meanwhile, DH and the boys were camping with about 50 other father-son groups from church. They came back tired, sunburned and smelling like smoke.
And, DH admitted, no vegetable of any sort was seen at any of the meals.
We were ready for Monday morning to recover from the weekend!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Those calves ...
... by the red bull look pretty good. Like him they are thick and muscular, big boned and growthy. Too bad he's related to most of the herd now and must move on. He is a red Limousin x Angus cross. About half of his calves were red since we have so many black baldy cows.
The calves are a nice uniform bunch.
I have studied them in detail because they've gotten out every day this week.
The calves are a nice uniform bunch.
I have studied them in detail because they've gotten out every day this week.
September ...
... last of summer.
After a week of rain (more than 7 inches) we finally get a week of clear mild weather.
So the hay mower broke down.
*sigh*
After a week of rain (more than 7 inches) we finally get a week of clear mild weather.
So the hay mower broke down.
*sigh*
Monday, August 31, 2009
My morning ...
... as a writer:
I launched the kids to school, watched the news, had breakfast with The Hubster, fixed coffee and opened the file for my work-in-progress. For some reason being on the edge of sleepy helps me to just sit down and write then revise it later.
Started the dishwasher. Fixed a pot of coffee.
A neighbor came to buy eggs. I hadn't seen her for weeks so we caught up on her kids going to a new school and her husband recovering from a broken leg.
Poured my coffee.
Phone rings: "You know all that bellerin' we heard last night? The cows got out in the corn."
There went the morning. I'm back now but I'm soaking wet from chasing cows out of eight-foot-tall corn rows. In some places just a few plants were a little crooked.
In other places, the cornfield looked like a bull-dozer had gone through it. No wonder the pioneers used oxen for so much. They sure cleared a path through there!
Alls well that ends well. And I can microwave my coffee.
I launched the kids to school, watched the news, had breakfast with The Hubster, fixed coffee and opened the file for my work-in-progress. For some reason being on the edge of sleepy helps me to just sit down and write then revise it later.
Started the dishwasher. Fixed a pot of coffee.
A neighbor came to buy eggs. I hadn't seen her for weeks so we caught up on her kids going to a new school and her husband recovering from a broken leg.
Poured my coffee.
Phone rings: "You know all that bellerin' we heard last night? The cows got out in the corn."
There went the morning. I'm back now but I'm soaking wet from chasing cows out of eight-foot-tall corn rows. In some places just a few plants were a little crooked.
In other places, the cornfield looked like a bull-dozer had gone through it. No wonder the pioneers used oxen for so much. They sure cleared a path through there!
Alls well that ends well. And I can microwave my coffee.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Meanwhile, back at the ranch ...
DH is talking to his cousin and a wind-mill salesman about wind turbines. Our cow pasture might be a good place for such. Take a big chunk out of the electric bill.
We'll see what the man has to say.
We'll see what the man has to say.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
And there were ... 135
...New baby chicks.
We ordered 75 broiler chicks to raise for meat. DH thought maybe we should have gone with 100, but in the mean time the cows got in the chicken pens in the barn and wrecked them. So we were going to use the smaller pen.
At the feed mill's chick day, Poultry Pullman boxes were stacked up all over the office.
The manager said that by the way, some people had not called for their chicks and they had a few extra.
We volunteered to take some ... 10 at first.
At the end of the day they came up with 100 extra.
We agreed to take 50 more. With those 50 and the first 10 extras, we now have 135.
Next project: Working on a bigger pen!
We ordered 75 broiler chicks to raise for meat. DH thought maybe we should have gone with 100, but in the mean time the cows got in the chicken pens in the barn and wrecked them. So we were going to use the smaller pen.
At the feed mill's chick day, Poultry Pullman boxes were stacked up all over the office.
The manager said that by the way, some people had not called for their chicks and they had a few extra.
We volunteered to take some ... 10 at first.
At the end of the day they came up with 100 extra.
We agreed to take 50 more. With those 50 and the first 10 extras, we now have 135.
Next project: Working on a bigger pen!
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