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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



Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

When Yer Git Up 'N' Go, Has Got Up 'N' Went . . . .

Do you remember that TV ad - or was it a song from 'Schoolhouse Rock'? - that went, "When yer get up 'n' go . . . has got up and went (you hanker for a hunk o' cheese)"? Yup, that's been me the last couple of days. (Minus the cheese part.)

Since Monday morning, I haven't HAD to go-go-go like usual, but - instead of getting energized to finally GET THINGS DONE - my energy has taken a nosedive. Hmph.
And, now that I examine the past days, I guess it only HAS been two days . . . Monday and Tuesday . . . and Monday was involved with other stuff, so, in reality, it's only been yesterday that I was lazy. And, today I have the spark of energy back, so I think I'll actually get some stuff done. Funny how that all works, though, ain't it? Guess I should have enjoyed yesterday for what it was and not tried to force the issue all day like I did. Sigh. Live and learn. Someday. ;)

We had friends over for dinner Sunday night - a going away gathering for the little sister of a good friend. She spent the summer here working, and I was just incredibly "taken" with her. She's an amazing young woman - way more mature and sensible than I was at 17. Definitely YEARS older than her number of birthdays suggest. She has a brother and a sister who have already moved here, coincidentally enough, and we're all trying to convince her to call this place home after she graduates from high school in the spring. (I don't think it will be too hard.) I do feel for their mom a bit, though . . . losing her kids to the North Shore!


Here we are, having dessert in the sunroom in front of a crackling fire. The visiting sister is on the bed, then J & his PG wife (due in December - I keep telling her that she needs to "POP"!), and then Tom . . . just getting ready to do his, "Is this EAR-itating?" to H. ;)

I took this shot a week ago today . . . there's no doubt that fall is in the air, whether we're ready for it or not! Mother Nature waits for no one!


And, with that, I'm off. I think I'm going to have a girls' night cook-out on the beach tonight with the wife of the dear friends who came over Sunday night. And, I know I'll feel better enjoying the evening if I get a good amount of STUFF done today. See ya!


Seems Like Fall's Arriving Early


We woke up to a lovely, 44 degree morning yesterday. Ahhhh, I love it!


These pictures are not great 'cause I had to take them through the window screen, but the river was displaying quite the gorgeous view for us from our bedroom window.

Nothing

Blah. Bah. What to post? When I'm at a loss, my wise mother says that I should just begin with what happened in the day, and the rest will follow. That said . . . .


We had an impromptu campfire on the beach Monday evening. Beautiful night, beautiful company. Just three of us: Tom and myself and a girlfriend. Her husband is working in the north central part of the state for a couple of weeks, but her little sister has been visiting from Kansas for the last 3 weeks or so.

She brought her sister 1/2 way home over the weekend where they met up with Mom and a brother for the hand-off. But, after that special time with family and all the extra hub-bub in their small home for the past month or so, it was very hard for her to return to an extremely quiet house Monday night. The dog and the wee babe doing somersaults in utero (this is one excited auntie!!) were good company . . . but just not quite enough.

So, when Tom called from a day in town to ask if I needed him to pick anything up (a requirement of every trip to town when you live so far out), I said, "Yes! Pick up 3 subs from Subway, some wine, and meet me at H's house. She's down and needs to be kidnapped."

When I called H to ask her, "What do you think about being kidnapped to the beach for a couple of hours?", she gasped and almost hollered into the phone, "That would be . . . DELICIOUS! I'LLGETMYCOAT!" ;) Sweet girl.


Oh! I cut my dreads off Sunday night! They were just getting to the bothersome point. A) they were getting uncomfortable to sleep on - felt like I was wearing small rollers to bed. And, B) they were getting h-e-a-v-y! I'd been thinking about doing it for a few days, but each time I'd tell myself, "No, you've worked on 'em so hard for 8 months - keep going!" And, really, in the end, I wanted to be able to nonchalantly mention, when I was 80, "Oh, yes, I had dread locks for three years." Sigh. Alas, 'twas not to be.

So, Sunday night when I was brushing my teeth before bed, I was looking at myself in the mirror and thought, "Oh, I'll just cut ONE off. Just to see how much 'non-dreaded' hair I'll have to work with." So, SNIP. One gone. Hm! "Okay, just one other." Snip! Hmmm!

I spit out the toothpaste, rinsed out my mouth, and went to work! Snip!Snip!Snip!Snip!Snip! Watch out: I was a crazy woman with scissors!

And, really, it felt SO liberating! I mean, how many of us have always had that dream of just ATTACKING our hair with scissors? Chopping it all off - just to be able to DO it? I know I have . . . and now I've fulfilled that dream!

I was left with about 2 - 2 1/2" of greasy hair. It felt SOOOO good to be able to scrub my fingers over EVERY INCH of my skull that had been unreachable due to the dreads, I can't tell you! Satisfied and it being about 1:30, I went to bed like that, waiting for Tom's reaction in the AM.

In the morning, Tom stumbled into the kitchen, looked at me . . . and frowned. "What . . . your hair . . . it's . . . like . . . breaking off . . . coming out of the dreads . . . in the front . . . uhhh . . . OH MY GAWD! You CUT 'em OFF?!!"

After he left for the day (he's been working up at the end of the Trail . . . about 80 miles away), I washed my hair, massaging, massaging, massaging my scalp. Ahhhhhhhhh. Heaven.

Then, I took good hair-cutting scissors to it, just wanting to make it presentable enough until I could get an appointment to have it properly cut. But, one snip led to another, and . . . voila! Forty-five minutes later, I'd given myself a fairly decent pixie cut!


I actually had a headache for most of Monday and into Tuesday. Just a dull one . . . like my scalp was adjusting to not having all that weight constantly pulling at it . . . which I think it was!

Anyway, I'm happy with my new haircut, and I feel like "me" again (although I hadn't been aware that the dreads WEREN'T totally me ' cause they felt - emotionally - just fine, but . . . .). 'Course, now I'm living with the "you look totally butch" self-criticism every time I look in the mirror that I don't have a cute shirt, makeup, and earrings on (i.e. every time I've LOOKED in a mirror since Monday night!). Sigh.

If that woman at the soda fountain hadn't asked my mom, right in front of me when I was in third grade and in response to the pin I was wearing that read 'Never Underestimate the Power of a Woman', "Why is he wearing that pin?" . . . I'd not be the maladjusted woman I am today . . . always afraid she'll be taken for a man. ;)

Tuesday Catch-Up

You remember those old Almond Joy / Mounds Bar commercials? “Some times you feel like a nut, some times you don’t!” Well, that’s what it’s like for me with blogging. I am torn because I want to develop and then retain a good readership base, and I know the #1 key to that is consistent posting. But, like the jingle says, “some times you feel [like posting], some times you don’t”! And, few people write well when they’re pressured into it (even self-pressure), so there ya have it!


It’s been a busy, busy few weeks. First, we had dear friends who hit a bit of a bump in their marriage. No, that would be an understatement: ‘full-out ten car pile-up’ would be more accurate. So, Tom was spending extra time with him, and I was (and several other women were) spending time with her. Circling the proverbial wagons and all that . . . as so often happens in these situations. But, I think it will all come out for the better for them in the end, and I think they’ll have a stronger relationship and a clearer understanding of each other because of it.


And, I guess it should be no surprise, but the struggles that our friends were (are) going thru brought some things to the forefront for Tom and me, too. Nothing big, but, in situations like that, you find yourself saying, “Wow. There, but for the grace of [insert deity of your choice], go I!”


Then (I feel like such a gossip, but I do have a point), “fringe friends” who we hope to get to know better just had the misfortune of having their marital issues displayed in the local newspaper.


Apparently, the husband returned home late one evening (unexpected?) to find a man “visiting” his wife. Obviously, either Hubby was greeted by more than a simple, platonic “visit” when he walked in the door OR he jumped to the wrong conclusion. At any rate, he (ah-hem) “detained” the gentleman in question AND his wife (okay, so the paper called it kidnapping) for the next 8 ½ hours, tying them both up with duct tape and, reportedly, threatening them with “weapons”. When the man was released in the AM, he went straight to the cops (no big surprise). But, here comes the unfortunate part.


After all three people gave their interviews, they mutually agreed to go their separate ways (again, this is ALL according to the newspaper – I know nothing first-hand). EXCEPT, once the man had reported what had happened, some portion of the “crime” (once made known), HAD to be followed up on by the county attorney! (Weird, huh?!) This is what the county attorney (also a friend) said, “The decision to press charges is not left up to the victim, but to the prosecutor. If there is evidence of a crime, the state is obligated to pursue charges.”


So, it’s a shame that the domestic situation had to come to this. And, here’s my point, unless there was bodily harm done to anyone and assuming there was actually some “funny business” going on between the wife & the visitor, I think Husband did exactly what ANYONE would have WANTED to do, if put in that situation. And, it’s exactly what would have been done (and MUCH worse) 100 years ago with NO ONE batting an eye but only saying, “Well, they got what they deserved!”


Anyway, it was all very interesting to hear about. And, lest anyone jump down my throat, I AM against any physical violence, so, if that happened, then Husband has every right to be prosecuted. (And, of course, the same goes if he was WRONG about the situation.) But otherwise? Well, I guess I’d be hard-pressed to say that he did anything “wrong”.

Same with the 3 mistresses and one wife who lured that idiot Wisconsin guy to a motel room and then ALL confronted him! Ha! Oh, to have been a fly on that wall! And THEY’RE being charged with a crime? Pu-leeze.


Well, I certainly did get off my usual Life on the Homestead tangent this AM, didn’t I? ;)


The house, both inside and out, is a disaster and has been all summer. Why? Because, by my figuring, it should only be the beginning of June . . . instead of the beginning of August! I mean, seriously, people: August?! Is ANYONE ready for it?



Last Sunday - or was it the weekend before? - Tom took his VERY FIRST opportunity to sit out on the deck to enjoy the newspaper. First it was the bugs that prevented him, then the rain, and, winding through all those hindrances, our schedule. You can see that we've not even gotten all the deck furniture out, much less any DECORATING done out there (beautiful flower pots, anyone?). It's all just so ridiculous. Obviously, I'm too busy to DO IT ALL, but which things do I cut out? THAT is the question!



I did squeeze in the time (okay, so I made it a priority) to make us a yummy cocktail that same afternoon. I threw in a little bit of this and little bit of that and called them Sunday Sunbursts. Fitting, no?



Finally, as those of you who watch the videos I post know, I got an old-fashioned wheelbarrow for my birthday! Thanks, Mom & Dad! I LOVE it, and I want to get another right away so I'm NEVER without! :) Tom assembled it for me and says that it's so well made that he can't figure out why "modern ones" were ever invented!


At any rate, I put it to work that first day he had it together, and barely a day goes by that I don't find the time to pull some weeds and then deliver them to the chickens, listening to the gentle rattle of the wood & steel wheel on the gravel driveway . . . projecting to the day I might have a team of horses to pull a wooden wagon down our road! ;)


(Don't worry, Honey, I think that one really WILL be a pipe dream . . . but I'm still gettin' that cow!!!)


Lastly, I saw something . . . strange . . . on my drive home Sunday. When I told Tom about it, he said, "You SAW it?!" Apparently, it's been sighted a few times, and now I'm one of the lucky few who can claim first-hand knowledge! So, what does it sound like to you? A black bear, except a skinny one . . . with a long, black tail that almost touched the ground behind it. Yup, a black panther. I remember my folks telling of one that was still in the area when they moved here 35+ years ago . . . and now I saw this one in pretty much the exact same area. Cool! (Although I wouldn't necessarily want to be walking alone in those woods at night right now!)



Beach Cookout

We've made wonderful new friends of a family who live up here on the rural road where I grew up. The husband works up on the Rez, and so he and Tom knew each other a little bit from that. The mom and I got to know each other through the local art festival which we both participate in and are on the organizational committee of. They've got two amazing kids: a boy and a girl (who had my dad as her 3rd grade teacher a couple of years ago!).

On Tuesday night, we finally found a time for all six of us to get together, and we had a cook-out down on the beach of the big lake. I've been wanting to do this for a couple summers now, but Tom and I could never find the time. It was a really terrific, feel-good, relaxing night, and I hope there will many more of them in the years to come!

Blessed Be the Raindrops

We FINALLY got some fabulous, wonderful rain last night. I haven't been out to the rain gauge yet, but, judging by the amount of water in the dogs' food dishes out on the deck, I'd say we got 3/4" or so! Minnesota, as a whole, has been hit by heavy storms lately and even massive flooding in the southeastern part of the state, but we still hadn't (before last night) received a single drop of it and were / are still in the height of forest fire danger and drought conditions. Case in point, I ran the hose yesterday to fill up the water barrel in the chicken yard and - while the water was running out of the hose onto the ground - I noticed that the dirt is so hard-packed and baked by the sun that the water just ran away across the top of it. Nothing could penetrate the surface to do any good. So, last night's soaker was MUCH needed!

5 August 2006

So, for comparison's sake: this is where we were LAST YEAR on August 5th . . . just beginning the installation of the zinc roof and with NO stonework done! Wow. Seems like the house has been "wrapped up" a lot longer than that!

5 August 2007

The first side goes up. They got three sides finished that day, and now we need to get the door end and the top on. Then, the hives can move in!

5 August 2007

My mom checked out the height of the bee hive enclosure from the top of the 8' (or is it 10'?) ladder . . . reminding me that I did the same thing when I was two years old and they "lost" me while painting the house back in Illinois. Apparently I was happily sitting on top of the high ladder giggling down at them once they found me. Hee hee hee.

5 August 2007

Behind the sea of Lamb's Quarter that will be the barnyard (I've been working on mowing it down and feeding it to the chickens) is my dad working on the apiary.

5 August 2007

My folks came out the afternoon of August 5th, and Tom and Dad got a great start on the apiary (bee hive yard) enclosure. Up here, in bear country, bee hives have to be surrounded (sides AND top) either by electric fencing or EXTREMELY strong and heavy-duty metal fencing.

Here's an action shot of one of the upright pole supports being pounded into the ground.

5 August 2007

Our dear friends came out to visit one particularly hot day, and, when we took all the dogs (two of theirs and our two) down to the river to cool off, some of the human group decided to get wet, too!

Here's one of our favorite little peanuts testing the waters.

4 August 2007

Good Monday morning! August 27th already. Gawd. I wonder if I can get all the August pictures updated to the blog before the calendar turns? ;) We'll see, but that's my latest goal.

Not the most flattering angle of Tom, but . . .
(ha ha) . . . we hung our new sign on the driveway at the beginning of the month. Can you see what it says? You may have to enlarge the picture. Although, it hasn't worked yet, anyway . . . .

;)

Behind The Eight-Ball . . . As Usual

When I posted the August picture on our Seasonal Changes At Swamp River Ridge blog, I said that August is the last completely green month we'd enjoy. Wrong, wrong, wrong! The yellows and early oranges are EVERYWHERE, and I guess I needed to be reminded that we only have two truly and solidly green months up here: June and July. The rest of the shoulder months are either spent getting ready for summer or getting ready for fall!

Another one of those little "things" about living The Simple Life up here in the sticks . . . folks who see us around here will have noticed that I've been driving the 1-ton pickup everywhere instead of my zippy little Subaru. The reason is more than the fact that it has yet another flat that needs to be patched . . . but it's directly related.

Our own research has shown that my car - due to the size of the tires - cannot take a truly heavy-duty tire
. . . the kind that are required for our gravel roads (unless we wanted to throw off the odometer, mileage, etc. - which we don't). Tom's car - his wheels being just a bit larger - CAN take a small truck tire . . . and therefore, a much stronger tire. What I'm getting at is this: we have decided that, in the summertime, I will drive the truck and park my car. Once the snow is on the ground, I will go back to my beloved little Zip-Zip (although I also enjoy driving the truck) and the 1-ton will again become the plow truck (the reason we bought it).

Many things led up to this, but two of the biggest factors were that I just wasn't comfortable driving the alternate routes home that I wanted to drive . . . for fear that I would get a flat TRULY out in the middle of nowhere completely off my normal route (and Tom wasn't thrilled with that, either, for obvious reasons). My tires were new at the beginning of the year, and they are already completely beat to hell. Not good. The other deciding factor was talking to a friend who also lives on these same slate & shale covered dirt roads (although not out as far as we are). I'd been wondering if all the flats were "just me" and so asked him how many he'd gotten. His "best" was 7 in a single summer - and TWO in one day! That clinched it. I would start driving the big ol' truck. So now, I wheel around wherever I want . . . only really missing the heated seats in my car . . . and flinching every time I fill the truck up with gas. But, I only go to town one day a week, so it's really not bad. And, peace of mind wins out over all those negatives! :)

Now on to the overdue Questions of the Day. Last Tuesday, the 14th, was a special day for many reasons. It WAS the 3rd wedding anniversary of dear friends (now new parents) who we haven't seen in ages. They live in the Cities but got married in historic Red Wing, Minnesota, and their reception was held in one of the few round barns built way back when (it was MASSIVE and gorgeous!). They promised a visit up to us this summer, but I'm thinking it might be fall now by the time they get up. We're anxious to meet that little peanut!

And, it wasn't the 60th birthday of my favorite uncle on my mom's side LAST Tuesday, but it was on the previous Tuesday, the 7th. I was just a little (everybody, now!) "BEHIND as usual"! Anyway, here is the birthday boy - my mom's brother - and his lovely wife at the celebratory b-day dinner. They still live in northern Illinois . . . "the Motherland" to both sides of Chicken Mama's family (and where she/I was born).

Finally, last Tuesday was, yes, as everyone who voted correctly guessed, the ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF TOM'S NEW JOB / LIFE living and working up here! No more Corporate America! No more traveling 300 miles - one-way - every couple of weeks! Maybe reminiscent of his driving days, Tom spent the day driving the 9 hours home from visiting his dad in southwestern MN.

Thar's Yeller In Dem Dar Hills!

It was 36 degrees when we woke up this morning. Thirty-six, I tell you! In mid-August! Not only is such a chilly temperature about one month early, but, particularly given the heat and dryness this summer, it just seems . . . weird! On the other hand, it FELT wonderful!!! :) We have friends who recently relocated to County Durham, England (via a year or so - I forget the exact timeline - and a LOT of work on their house in France . . . which, yes, they did keep). Anyway, point being, could we ever give up Swamp River Ridge (which we COULDN'T), County Durham would be calling: they only had a handful of days OVER 70 degrees this summer. Now THAT'S my kind of weather! ;) And, I must have "felt" the cool temps coming on because I built a fire in the cookstove Thursday night for the first time in a while!

Speaking of heating the house, until we have the fireplace built, we need to find an extra heat source for the "shoulder months" . . . those being when it's not quite cold enough to warrant firing the Central Boiler wood furnace 24/7 but when it IS awfully darn chilly in the house! The cookstove in the kitchen isn't enough because, even when I have it really corkin', the heat it produces tends to STAY in the kitchen and not migrate into the rest of the house. So, what we'll do is install a very neat OLD coal-burning stove that had been in Hastings-on-the-Lake when we bought the place (and burn wood in it since northern MN isn't exactly a mecca for anthracite coal!). We'll put that where the fireplace will be and poke a hole up through the new roof for the chimney. (Sounds so simple, doesn't it!? Ha!) Anyway, with the house at 59 degrees this morning, that's next on the list. (Along with finishing planting the landscape plants and shrubs we bought [before it's too cold for them to get a good foothold], getting the woodshed filled for the winter, staining the soffits and fascia on the house and garage, and, and, and . . . !)

Along with the maples j-u-s-t beginning to turn into their fall colors and the birches and poplars quite comfortably already turning yellow (aaack!), the bear baiters* are back at it. (* I generally add a few descriptive adjectives to that term when we see them alongside the road - terms not exactly fit for mixed company.) Bear opener is September 1st, and baiting opened yesterday. Now, I understand that bear hunting is VERY difficult without the aid of baiting (read "dumping a bunch of candy and/or donuts or whatever sweet slop you can find in the woods and then coming back in a couple of weeks and shooting the bear that's grown accustomed to visiting that site"). But, it just DOES NOT seem very sportsmanlike to kill an animal that way. Besides, who'd WANT to eat a bear that had just consumed 500# of gummi bears?! Anyway, just one of my annual rants . . . .

Seems like there have been other little tidbits of interest to share with you lately, but my mind is blank.

Tom has been working SO many hours lately getting this new gaming system in. Quite literally, I hardly see him. And, when I do, the poor boy is absolutely exhausted. We're both hoping that we can "hole up" in September and get some things DONE around here!

Today is my papa's #66, and so we made a town run this morning (dump, recycling, etc.) and stopped to pick up a mess of "the world's best donuts" (and they really are!) before stopping by my folks' house to wish Dad a happy day. He was spending his special day much as I would have: taking the time to get a few things done that had been nagging at him up in his office . . . and then the same in the garage. The ol' apple does NOT fall far from the tree . . . terrifying as it may be! ;) Mom has been up to her armpits - quite literally - in canning and preserving this last week-plus. One day it's broccoli, the next peas, then pickled beets . . . and green beans up the WAZOO! She has so many green beans that she offered for me to come pick her clean, but I'm just afraid I can't fit it in right now. Argh! Anyway, she has a garden this year that would rival Martha's! Over noon-time coffee and donuts we commented about how we usually don't get to celebrate Dad's birthday on time because he's in the final end-of-the-summer push before he gets back to school. BUT, given his retirement this year, we COULD have celebrated today . . . had it not been for poor TOM'S schedule! Maybe NEXT year we'll be able to make it happen on the right day. So, for a week or two, anyway, his birthday dinner will have to wait.

29 July 2007

Since Tom's dad went into the nursing home nearly 4 weeks ago, Tom's been able to get down to visit him twice. One visit was at the end of July (this picture is from then) and the other was just over these past three days (he got home last night).

Overall, Tom's dad continues to do really well, and they hit all the hot-spots during this visit: the local diner a couple of times, the tiny cafe to play dice
with the boys (6-5-4, to be specific) , and, of course, a bit of relaxing time spent at the house where Tom's dad paid bills and Tom cleaned out the garage.

He's . . . Naked . . . In The Rain!

Taken from j-u-s-t the right angle (there was one not appropriate for public viewing), I couldn't resist catching Tom making the most of the one, very brief (think 15 minutes) deluge of rain we got last month. Plus, it was a HOT day, and the rain felt wonderful! When Tom came home from work that afternoon, I was sitting in a rocking chair out front, getting HAPPILY soaked! So then, he took advantage of the perfect opportunity to wash his car. And, rather than get his clothes wet when we live out in the middle of nowhere and have the OPTION to go about our business in the buff . . . he did! ;)

Where's the Road to Tipperary?

Now that he's living the life of a relaxed pensioner with all the time in the world on his hands (hee hee), my dad beat me to the goose and duck game this summer. These are a few of his young American Buffs during that awkward teen stage between loosing their baby fuzz and growing their feathers.

Pictographs

When I update after being behind for a while, I like to do it chronologically. Because of that, I've had to wait ages to get to this shot that just blew me away!

Mid-July was hot (what's new?), and so I took the dogs down to the river for a swim on this day. When we got back, they collapsed on the cool cement floor and slept off their weariness. When they eventually woke up and went about their business, I didn't think anything of it . . . until I walked into the sunroom. Here, the warmth of their wet bodies had been COMPLETELY imprinted on the cool floor . . . from the tips of their tails to their snouts!

It's one of the wildest, most bizarre things I've ever seen!

14 July 2007

As I've mentioned before, the success of our pond was nil, and we'll have to line it with a synthetic material. Meanwhile, it's generally dry with gloppy clay at the bottom . . . or has a couple of inches of slop in it with gloppy clay at the bottom. Either way - and MUCH to our aggravation - the dogs still enjoy it!

WHAT a mess!