2017

Debts, Illness, Drought (not a drop all summer), Wildfires and smoke, More debt, the horrid election shenanigans. . .

I could whine on, but why?

Would it not be better to count blessings instead?

Better health, The rain (and the roof is patched), sold the Mountain Farmlet (and the major, obscene, huge amount of debt is gone) and for good or ill the election is over!

For all these gifts we are grateful.

Sending blessings for 2017

and

wishing a Happy New Year to all!

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Noodle says: Find your warm,  cushy place.”

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Note:  I’ve thought to post for some time now, but couldn’t find the heart to do it.  It all felt so negative.  This year is starting on a happier and more vibrant note.  See you soon with something fun! 

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On Friday

NOTE:   I promised Linda to post this on Saturday, but was simply too worn out from Friday to actually accomplish the task.  I admit to some feeling blue about the listing for sale of the Mountain Farmlet, and to a bit of inconvenience  after my hand surgery.  My hand is very much better now!  So here it is Monday and I am posting to you after a month-long blogging hiatus.   Thanks for the nudge, Linda.  🙂

About Friday

I got up with Bob at 3:30.  He’s been getting up that early to do my chores, and then kept it up even after I was able to do them myself so as to beat the heat here.  His shop is not air-conditioned and it has been sweltering there!  (110 deg. on one day) And why did I get up so early?  To go up to the Mtn. Farmlet and clean floors before a potential buyer arrives at noon.

So I got ready and let the animals out at twilight.   Trust me the geese were very confused!  Then I got the dogs into the car and was driving away.  Only I forgot to lock the front door.  Normally I would have turned around, because it is the sensible thing to do, but being so early I didn’t want to disturb my neighbor by using her driveway.  So I backed down the street.  Great I thought as I slipped of the pavement and missed the barrier that keeps others from doing the same to us in driveway that was and is no more.  (Yes truly and it was once a night with high beams into the bedroom window!)   Anyway, I began turning the wheel to get the truck back onto the street, I really should have pulled forward, and instantly I heard the horrible sound of metal on metal.  I FORGOT THE MAILBOX!   Now I pulled forward.  Needless to say the pole is a bit tilted, the box is crushed and I now have a three-foot, blackened scratch over the wheel well and leading to the back of the truck.

So at least the 100 mile drive there was uneventful.  🙂

At 8:30 I parked out front under the shade of the big oak, grabbed the house keys, put my purse on the seat, told the dogs they would have to wait till I unlocked the house, my hand is still too weak to handle them and unlock the house, and then I would be right back for them.  I punched the lock out of habit and slammed the door shut.  Old habits die hard.  Now my purse, my phone, the truck keys, My AAA towing service card and the dogs are safely locked up inside the truck .

Looking for a phone I hiked a quarter-mile up the hill to see if my closest neighbors were at home.  Nope.  So then I walked downhill for about 3/4 mile to see if any other neighbors were home.  I finally reached a neighbor at the bridge who was home and she let me call Bob long distance to let him know what had happened.  He didn’t answer because he didn’t recognize the number.  However, he did get my message.  I hung up and called the sheriff to see if they could help and let them know my dogs were locked in the car.  The dispatcher said she would send someone out…  It is now about 9:00 by the clock on the neighbor’s wall.  I thank her for her kindness and leave to make the hike back up to the truck.

I wait for a very long time.  I’m getting very hot sitting in the shade of the font porch and keep checking the dogs to see how they are doing.   The are sleeping but wake up when I get to the truck window.   They are panting but their tongues look good; *not turning dark.  I am getting panicky because it has been almost two hours and no one has shown up yet.  I’m looking for a big rock. 

I hesitate, find a rock that looks like it will work, hesitate, think of the best window to break, hesitate again, and then hear the roar of a very large vehicle coming around the bend.  “Tow truck?” I thought;  It was!  It is now 11:10, the dogs are saved, the window is not smashed and I am ready to do battle with cabin floors.  On the back porch I let myself in and I ear a man’s voice shouting hello.  It is the Sheriff!  I tell him that AAA had just left and that everything is now OK.

“OK, Mam”, he said and turning he left.

I was not prepared for what I found.  Because there are no kitties left up there, and because we have not been there for several months to work… the rats came.  I will not go into details, but  gloved and armed with broom, mop and many fresh buckets of bleach water I set to work.   I finished about an hour and a half later and was bringing a large lawn and leaf bag of stuff out to the garbage cans, when I saw the people who were there to view the property.

Yikes! I was glad I got done in time, but I was a sight.  My shirt was sticking to me, my hair was hanging in wet strings, and my face was red, salt streaked, and over all I was just dirty.  I was a hot mess.  Oh well, I thought, they didn’t know me from a cleaning service and besides they came to see the property not me.  Right?

Up pulls the realtor and getting out of the car yells over a friendly greeting to me, “Hello,  I see you’ve met the [viewers] already!  Maybe you could show them what you’ve done to the place and what your plans were for it.”

I smile, “OK.” I said.

I told them about the house, some of the more interesting trees on the property, the deer that pass through regularly in season, and about the lovely neighbors.  In my mind I am thinking that anyone who buys this place will take a bulldozer to it and start new, but once they sign on the dotted line it is theirs to do with as they will…

Hot, sticky and tired beyond imagining,  I load the newly hydrated dogs and myself into the car and head for home.  Two hours later I pull into the drive, look at the tattered mailbox,  sigh, and let the dogs out before locking the door.  Bob greets us on the porch tells us that he called AAA for me.  I smile and think, what a sweetheart.

After a good hot shower I go out to gather eggs and found this.

smiling-egg

I think one of the chickens has sent me a message.  I take her point and cheer up.

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And because you should know this – here are the

12 Signs of overheating in dogs:

http://healthypets.mercola.com/sites/healthypets/archive/2015/06/08/pet-overheating-symptoms.aspx

 

 

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It ain’t over till the fat lady sings

And I don’t feel like singing.

This year has been tough for many reasons, health, health insurance changes, lack of time to work on our Mountain Farmlet and lack of money for same.   The other day I said in passing that it couldn’t get any worse and the lady I was speaking to looked at me and said:  “Never say that!  It can get worse…”

Well, I’m not one to think that way, but sure enough it is worse.

Bob came home recently and told me he had been let go at his work.  Made redundant as some would say.  He looked stunned and sad.  I didn’t look in the mirror, but I’m certain that I did too.  The letter of termination said “… terminated, effective immediately due to lack of work for his skill set.”  Strangely, it was dated from January of this year.  I guess the owner was hoping for things to gain speed.  Under the circumstances it was a delay that certainly benefited us over these past months.

We are not yet certain about what we will do.  We have been discouraged about how things have been going, and see this as a possible opportunity to really dig in and get some work done on the mountain and here in town.  We have recently offered to sell a bit off the top (so to speak) of our land to the neighbor that lives above us.  The land is on the other side of the access road, adjacent to his property and would give him some road frontage.  He was interested!  He has offered to help us with repairs in exchange for the property.  If done this is a win/win for all of us.  It also means that the section on his side will be properly maintained and make a better view for all.

In the meantime, we are getting rid of anything we don’t want or need.  If it is superfluous it is out’a here!

TranslationYARD SALE, Ebay, and Etsy.

We remain optimistic and look forward to reducing, repairing, and relocating to the Mountain Farmlet.

Here for your viewing is some of what we discovered after the big windstorm, but first some fun stuff.  😀

 

At the moment, we are very grateful that the little house was not damaged and that the new roof did not blow away!

 

 

Playing Catch-up: notes on life here and on the mountain

Spring came to the Mountain Farmlet and left.

Summer brought tall grass,

Insects,

Assorted vining summer flowers,

*It may be a Crossvine (aka:  Cross-Vine, Trumpet Flower (Bignonia capreolata))  LOOK HERE

mushrooms,

and too much heat.

While I mowed the day away, Bob kept busy with string trimming, and push mowering the areas I can’t get into with the riding mower.  When he was done, he took a rest, ate lunch, and then continued work on our new compost station!

New-compost-bin

NOTE TO SELF:  build a wire cover for the beginning bin if we intend to continue to using if for kitchen scraps!  The skunks paid it a visit after the last dump.   Or, maybe we should start a wormery?

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Our collective health has taken a blow, and consequently so has our bank account.  Not to whine, well OK, I am going to whine:  $800.00 for Bob to take an ambulance ride?    And of course our new insurance did not cover it!  RIDICULOUS(I want to tell you more about this, but not now.)

All this has us just keeping up with weed abatement and clearing the trail into the woods.  Mowing, and by that I mean just around the house, pond and outbuildings, and the paths through to the tall grass to the trail, etc. takes me *6 to 7 hours.

It is hard work and the pastures would be better tended by a flock of goats and my geese, but we are in a holding pattern while we catch up from medical bills.

Fall and Winter will find us back at work on the inside of the little farmhouse.  In the meantime we continue to peel away the layers of wallpaper and paneling to prepare for new joists, plumbing , electrical, closing up the walls,  and painting.

All things in good time, eh?

*RE:  Hours of lawn mowing – Follow this link to a humorous but serious treatise shared on Ruth’s Chickens which contemplates the state of lawns and nature: HERE!