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Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Two Dog Night

Boy......am I in luck. Last night was a 2-dog night and
I now just happen to have two dogs. Ha ha

No one has any use for an old dog. (Ask me how I know) lol
This little part-border collie, part-sheltie was being put out on the street, food dish
and the whole-shebang with her exact age unknown. Could be 9, 10, 11 or somewhere
around there as they say she was originally found on the streets in Ky years ago.
Now here she is in Mt, the sweetest, most obedient little dog I've ever met.

Visits to the vet and the groomer confirmed she is a little princess in the
rough.  She's a real little charmer and even the Vet remarked that she would
have taken her but if I ever need a dog-sitter, she'd gladly oblige. The only
existing medical problem is a dental problem. That will be taken care of in
Feb. as that is dental discount month at the hospital. I still got out the MSM
and glucosamine as a preventative for a dog that age.

Here's a thought.........if you want an obediently trained dog, buy one from
a homeless person. Have you ever watched a homeless guy walking along a
road streaming with traffic and his unleashed dog walking beside him. There's no
fear of the dog darting out in traffic. Why is that? They can even be puppies and
they follow right along.

I suspect the answer to all of this is that dogs tend to pick up on a human's
emotional patterns. Dogs usually don't like a lot of words as it's the gestures
and hand movements that they really respond to. With Lil, I try to save my
words for our play time, as I realize they are being said for me, not for her.

One more note...... new puppy (I call them all puppies) came with the name of
Millie and resident puppy was Lily. Try to make them distinguish who the
infernal human is calling, so I renamed Millie to Pi and shortened Lily to
Lil. Now they get it.... Pi and Lil.

Why don't I put in a picture of Pi? I snapped some pictures but I guess I forgot
how to add pictures to a post. I can hear all of you computer geniuses
 laughing but I'll trade you a dog training lesson for a photo blog
lesson on an Apple. And I'm not homeless.......yet.

I hope you all are staying warm, except you southland people  with the
80-degree temps. The rest of you, just get another dog. LOL

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Opinion Time

Where does time go?  No, don't tell me. That 
question is rhetorical and I really don't want 
to know.  
Every time I write a new post, I make a little promise to myself that I
will write weekly but then months go by and I'm out and about on some-
thing else. No more promises. No new tricks for old dogs.

When the furnace stops working, why is it always during a holiday or
a double-priced weekend? But it does and it did because this old farm
house is charming but also a piece of crap. I was out giving the dog a
good run when I got a text from my neighbor, asking if the plumbing,
heating truck by my house was legit. I reassured her it was legit and I
had left the door unlocked for him to enter and begin work.

That was just a little example of how my neighbors go out of their
way to look after one another. Since I am the (here comes that word)
Senior person, they all seem to share in a responsibility of either seeing
lights in my house or me out and about. Don't think I don't appreciate
their concern but sometimes I also feel like a burden.

City of Bozeman has a program, whereby seniors or sick people
could sign up to be called once a day to make sure they were alive
and kick'n. Nothing like that here and for several years I kept mentioning
the need for that kind of program.

Finally I took it upon myself to get the ball rolling. Here's the painful
truth..... what if an elderly person who lives in a neighborhood that is
 not as diligent as mine,  expires and what about the pets that are in
the house??????  I began by talking to groups who are connected to
pet owners....... veterinarians, senior centers, animal shelters....you know.
So far everyone agrees it's a necessary volunteer program and now
that the word is out there, many people want to help.

It's truly amazing and a bit like those Hallmark stories where the whole
town is coming together for a common good.  A really close friend,
who is retired and owner of 2 dogs, has come to the fore with her
organizational skills.  This could be set in motion before Christmas.

Right now we need to decide on a name. Some suggestions so far:
Pet Love ......(naww)
Love Thy Pet.....(we all do)
Save a pet.....(sounds like adoption)
Paws itivly.....(too saccharin and cutsey)
Pet Check
Friend Check .....(this would be my choice, so far....simple and to the
                     point)

OK bloggy friends, join in. Let me hear your ideas on how to get this
 ball rolling and offer some name choices.

Maybe I've opened a can of worms. (No comments, Pat (I'm not sure.
Let me hear from you guys.
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Oh, I almost forgot. Last post I had a little movie quiz. Here are the
answers.
Mrs. Wilberforce..... Lady Killers
Two Youts.......My Cousin Vinny
Elwood P. Dowd.....Harvey
Elderberry Tea....Arsenic and Old Lace
Wimpole St......The Barrets of Wimpole St
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Last week I saw Arsenic and Old Lace (again), an early Cary Grant
movie..... Slightly dated, I suppose, but still a hoot.


Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Games are Fun

I'm not much of a TV watcher but I do love the
Movie Channel that shows the old movies. My
friend, Joan, watches a daily show called 
Jeopardy. (Which I had never watched)

To understand her fascination with this show, I did watch it once and
then I sent her an answer to a category and she told me the right 
question. I think it's rather a stupid game but I could learn some
things from the show and Lord knows I could use more of that.

Since my fascination is with old movies, I then sent her 4 answers in
the old movie category. She didn't know any of them.  Did I do it wrong?
Category.....old movies
1. Mrs. Wilberforce
2. elderberry wine
3. two youts
4. Wimpole Street

Anyone know the answers?

I grew up in a very small town with one movie theater. During the
depression, the admission price was 5 cents and later, during the war
went up to a dime. It was even difficult to scrape up a nickle but I would
work the skin off my fingers, weeding other people's gardens so I could
go to the movies. 

When the war came, my mother always went to the movies with me.  There
was no TV then but the movie always had a short, "The Eyes and Ears
of the World," that gave the news. It was so necessary that we try to 
keep up with the war news as my father was in the Navy for the full four
years of the war with ships being blown away right under him.  When
the news started, a big picture of the flag was shown and everyone in
the theater stood and sang along with the anthem.  Tears stained the
cheeks of most people and words cannot tell you how precious that
flag was to everyone. I don't think there was a person in our town who's 
life was not touched by that war. 

Then we would watch on screen, the soldiers struggle in the mud with
bombs going off in all direcions, of ships exploding and we always looked 
with a fervent hope that we never see my father's face in that kind of
situation.

I can't even talk about NFL ball players who disrespect our flag. 
WHAT HAVE THEY EVERY DONE, THAT IS GOOD, IN THEIR
LIFETIME? The shame that I feel for them is unspeakable. 

WOW that was a trip down a path I wasn't intending to take....it just
got away from me. 

Back to a cheery note.....let's hear it for the movies (not for the 
Hollywood of today) but for those beautiful old movies and 
theaters that are nearly a thing of the past. 

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Some Thought Patterns

Hello from my other planet. But seriously, 
wouldn't it be grand to have another planet,
like a "vacation planet" to escape the stupidity
that often goes on here?

I have to be careful of what I eat. "Why?" you may ask. Because I used
to be a rattle-brained youth and eat with wild abandon. My selection of
food was poor and now I'm paying for it in playing the game, "save the
 teeth."  It's kinda like the game shows on TV,  just spin a wheel and
 hope for the best.

I'm at my juicer much of the time. Actually, you oldies, it's the only way
to go. Juice it and drink it and all those pretty little enzymes start their
 jobs. Take parsley for example, because it is extremely powerful,  juice
 it with mostly carrot.

Here's a story. I was merrily going along for nearly a week on my
carrot/parsley juice recipe.  Last Friday I noticed a back-ache, mostly
hanging around on my lower right back.  "Ummm, too much heavy
lifting in the yard-work," I thought.  I put the hens in and fed the dog
early (thanks to my intuition) because that pain was rising like Andrew,
to full hurricane level. I started to make preparation for a castor oil
pack but could do nothing but stumble into bed and muffle my screams
in a pillow. I never even knew I had a kidney problem but my instincts
told me,  this is a kidney stone.  Dang, but they do hurt. I did manage
to sleep a little.

Next morning, pain had vanished like buggy whips......completely gone,
and a new vigor flashed through this "once gorgeous" body. (that's a joke,
now laugh). I felt/still feel like I was what?  perhaps 25. If I had been
an allopathic aficionado, I probably would have been in the hospital
all drugged up, but I'm not and I won't and I read a lot.

By the way, I don't just drink juice but it is in additon to my meals, just
in case you go crazy and start frantically juicing.

I wasn't even going to talk about my kidney stone, but what the heck,
it evolved and maybe help someone in the same predicament. I'll save
my other "big story" for later. Can you hardly wait?




Monday, September 4, 2017

Greetings Dear People

I was going to write about something of
value in place of my usual drivel but not
quite yet.  The hens are wanting out of
the coop. What day is this? I guess it's a
holiday for "some people."

Son #1 who lives in Florida, came this direction for the eclipse
and spent some time with me. Actually we worked most of the
time. Three loads of hay bales, hammering and replacing junky
curtain rods, window boxes and he built a beautifl potting
table in the back of my green house. 

I got the juicer out and raised our energy level each morning
by fortifying our bodies with a burst of golden carrot glow. 
Why do I get out of the habit of juicing? I can't say but I do know
I'm going to continue juicing.

I am constantly moving and discarding furniture..... yes still, as
I thought I was down to the nibs. And yet.... another fine mess 
you got us in (shades of Laurel and Hardy ......only old timers
will know who they are...LOL) I need another fridge so I'm turning
the whole first floor into a kitchen. Why not? I do not entertain
any more, no one, ever. Just my kids and very close girlfriends
ever drop in.  I love that idea of a huge kitchen. My idea of 
decorating has always been leaving my basic tools for life sitting
out for all to see. My knitting baskets are sitting out, displaying
vivid colors of yarn, a butter churn, my tools for health, as in
juicer, blender, eng machine and plenty of supplement shelves.

I don't fit in, as others do. Perhaps I did at one time when I would
choose a certain vase to compliment a room but that was short-
lived. Often I feel like a space traveler just here for a visit.  But
aren't we all? 

A lovely time of the year. The leaves of the garden have started
turning crisp and 7 pumpkins of vivid orange emerged from
beneath those gigantic leaves. I love the shape of the Roma
tomatoes as they are also taking on a glow. 

I love my life, I love my roma, I love my dog, I love my 
pick-up, I love my kitchen......you know what I'm talking 
about. 

Be kind to one another. Words can sting and leave a ring.


Sunday, August 6, 2017

Chop Wood Carry Water


"What did you do before enlightenment?"
Chop wood, carry water
"What did you do after enlightenment?"
Chop wood, carry water

I've always loved my life. I take it as it comes but in reality,
name the other choices. Take last month for example when I
was awakened and tossed from my bed as the walls were weaving.
"Oh crumb, we're having an earthquake," I thought.

 I'm not a nitwit pollyanna who sees the rosey glow in all of
life's little misfortunes.There's plenty of crappola in this world
to moan about, as in,   "Have you had your daily moan today?"

I am sometimes questioned of why I should be happy when
I spent the first 15 years of my life living like a character from
"The Grapes of Wrath." Don't let anyone tell you the Great
Depression lasted only a few years. It ended with WW2. Ask
any one who lived it.

I believe my youth led me to appreciate food, the kind of food
grown in rich humus-filled soil that allows a human body to run
like a well-oiled machine.

That's how I spend my summers..... I GROW A LOT OF MY
OWN FOOD.  Dirty fingernails, sunburn, achy muscles......
I love it all.  Yesterday I had my first vine-ripened tomato and
creamy-white mashed home-grown spuds.

 Apricots from the 3rd apricot tree
are drying in the Excalibur like the beautiful little droplets of
Laetrile.  My pole bean's tendriles are reaching out for
more poles to grab. Two pumpkins have already reached  a
vibrant orange color and a few water melons are ready for a
picnic. The cherries ripened early but I was so busy I gave them
to a friend for jam.  Apples on the tree. Last year I made apple
cider.  A few plums high on the tree but not too many this
year. I was a little late with the swiss chard but it's
on it's way.

Growing and sharing my food is one of the things that makes
me very happy and healthy. Life is so simple but also a
mysterious miracle.

But, you may ask, "what do you do when the cold winter comes?"
Easy.....CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.

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Note to my blogging friends........I appologize for my absence
this summer as I fall into bed, too pooped to lift a finger on the
computer.  Just a little more to harvest and I'll return. CHEERS

Monday, June 19, 2017

I Love my......

I just shot holes in my resolution to post each Monday. 
My friend, Marilyn, was visiting and I think we've
kept one complete chatter going for 60 years. 
If you recall, Marilyn is training for a triathlon so we quickly develope a
schedule around her training. I am so supportive of her athletic training that it
is my pleasure to change my routine while she is here.

We have never had a cross word for the other and we can break into a song
and dance on a second's notice. (no kidding).  We talk on and on about so
many subjects but everything is upbeat. This visit we revived the old popular
video of the little girl (who is now a grown woman) jumping up on a chair
and telling of the things she loved, which is everything. "I love my hair, I
love my house, I love my Mom"..... etc. If we mentioned a new subject, we
went into a new tirade about what we loved. How could anyone ever feel
sad when telling of everything we love.

After our early morning coffee and chat and laughter, Marilyn would take
off for the Y in the old pickup (she loves to drive it as much as I do) and I
would tend to my chicken chores and work in the gardens. Then, in the
early twilight hours, 2 old broads still had a flicker of energy to climb the
mountain with Lily.

The days set a record for flying by and soon we were packing Marilyn's van
for her drive to visit her daughter in Sun Valley. I sent her daughter (my
godchild) bounty from my greenhouse, fresh eggs and some of the
condiments we made. The dynamite mustard we made using some berry
wine I just bottled, that will knock your socks off, (and your boots)......
is a definite winner. Making mustard is a true art. We should have a "mustard
cook off or bake off or whatever it can be called. Ha

I watched the tail lights of Marilyn's van disappear down the road and my
life is back to my alone routine, but I still have Lily to share it.  "I love my
dog, I love my hollyhocks, I love my mustard, I love my hoe, I love my
peppers.....I love my.......SEE.... isn't life more grand when you love
everything.