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"Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful."
- Unknown

"That which does not kill you, makes you stronger."
- Handed down through the ages.

"Life's tough. It's even tougher when you're stupid."
- John Wayne


After having been gone for a week - first down to work and then on to southwestern MN to visit his dad - Tom returned home on Saturday. We met in town late that afternoon to attend a silent auction and benefit for a local fellow who had a stroke this last year - at only 41 years old! The event was a great success, and estimates are that $25,000 - $30,000 were made to help offset his medical bills. On the (slightly) down side, neither Tom nor I won a single thing that we bid on . . . including an Alaskan dogsled that someone (ah-hem) bid on. Darn! But, all the same, the food, company, and evening was truly enjoyable.
Also that same afternoon - about the time Tom pulled into town - our timber frame builder arrived with the first half of our house that he'd hauled across the states from his shop in Montana! (He splits his time between MT and MN.) So, yesterday was a big day: the two of them unloaded (part of) our house up at the building site! After all this planning and designing, it's becoming a reality. It's almost too much to grasp!
He (the builder) turned around today to get the last load and then will return next Monday. Wow.
On the fowl front, for any of you who were keeping track of our guineas that we released on the property . . . we think they became a tasty fox (or wolf) meal. We saw them steadily for about two months, then nothing. Oh, speaking of wolves: a week or so ago when I was driving home from the property, I rounded a corner on our road and saw what I thought was a deer - it was so tall. Turned out to be a TALL, thin timber wolf. He wasn't unhealthy, just skinny. When he fattens up, he will be HUGE!
And, continuing on the fowl front, my hens are NOT contributing to the family very much right now. Egg production is WAY down, and I can't figure out why. (That's always a mystery among chicken farmers when it happens.) I thought maybe they were laying outside and so kept them in the coop the other day instead of letting them range free as I usually do during the day . . . but no difference in the rate of lay. Grrrr.

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