Monday, August 31, 2015

Adventuresome Life

The time has gone by so quickly these past few days. We have gotten so many things done but I think our star player has received an injury and is now down for the count. He began the day weed eating the back and as much of the front as he could do. This morning he also worked on a stump, that really is such a descriptive but strange word, any way, he worked on a stump that had been covered over in vegetation. He didn't feel the pull then but as the day has gone on, Mrs. I have had just about every knee problem ever, has diagnosed him with an inflamed bursa sac. I'm not a professional, but I certainly have seen a lot of them in my day. If I had taken better care of my knees, I could have taken all the money I have spent on knee doctors and become an Orthopedist. Oh well....

It is looking very doubtful that we will be able to convert the fireplace to gas which up here means propane. So, when life hands you bad gas...you make another choice of how to combat the problem. We have an appointment in the morning with a different firm to see what our options are.

Yesterday morning we went to Sunday School and church. I cannot say it often enough, but I love my class. We have such fun together. Pastor Jeff brought another great sermon. Roy said he is going to bring a note taking notebook with him next time because he was running out of room on the bulletin. We did the KFC buffet for lunch and as always it was good. Then we went to Target to pick up a few things with hundreds of our new best friends. We had contemplated a few other errands but both of us decided a Sunday afternoon nap sounded better. My nap was longer but Roy soon was outside working on things. While I was gone to choir he changed out filters, folded sheets and started washing clothes. And for all these things I am thankful! When we came out of choir it was raining and all of us are thankful for the rain. It must have rained off and on all night. Vivian brought with her to choir two slices of the most delicious peach pound cake that ever crossed these lips. Delicious!

Tonight we sliced peaches and got apples ready to go. I will get them into the freezer tomorrow night. We both have eaten way off our natural course of meals so we both decided that making a peach cobbler could wait until another time. We've hung pictures and hauled off boxes. Yes, we live the adventuresome life, but I wouldn't trade it.

The choir sang tonight at the veteran's home. I remembered to pray for them and we were hopeful to make it tonight but when Roy went down with the bursitis, we knew it would be an evening in. I hate to miss out on these opportunities but more thankful to stay home and take care of hubby.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Saturday Morning Catch Up

Ah, Friday morning. My heart and home are full, the day is bright and God's mercies are new every morning. We have lots to do today but we knocked a few things off the list yesterday. Roy installed Windows 10 and we made a dent into the wood chip pile. Underneath the wood chips, we found a huge mound of old mulch that had never been spread out and it must have been that way for a long time by the looks of it. Jennifer did not come down and talk with us but Roy is planning on going up there and talk with her. While we drove home yesterday Roy and I talked about shrubs or large going plants that we could put on our part of the land that grows out and makes more of a  property line kind of thing, yet they will hold their ground and not grow so tall.

The drive north to Tri Cities is much calmer than driving south to GSP. Although GSP is much nicer than Tri-Cities. TN gasoline is cheaper than what is in Houston. We ate Mexican food and then I was so happy to have help at the grocery store especially with the drinks, you know waters and Diet Cokes.

As in true Monablog tradition, it is now Saturday morning. Play that funky music mountain boys is going on down on the front part of our property. They are clearing out the front forty, feet that is. Roy was able to talk with Josh, another neighbor, and he was so nice and totally fine with the trash pine trees going the way of mulch. So far Jennifer has not come down to talk with Roy on Thursday or Friday but she will be thrilled with the removal of everything there on the access area. No more blocked vision of our exit onto the main road.

Yesterday, we went to Blossman Gas to see about a gas log insert and we got all the paperwork done only to see on our fireplace non vented inserts are not recommended. We are hoping to hear back from the salesman today and see about vented logs. The guy was so nice and he was very thorough explaining everything about the logs etc...but when it came to propane and he was going into everything, Roy beat him to the explanation and the guy asked how do you know all that? Roy said the propane you buy is probably bought from the company I work for...and no one is ever familiar with the name outside of the oil and gas industry...then Roy said, we own Dixie pipeline. Yep. that is where they buy their propane. Later Roy said too bad I just couldn't drive a truck here and fill the tank myself. Uh, no...you can read my contracts but I don't want you filling my propane tank. That is out of his realm of expertise.

All that talking made us ready for lunch and we found ourselves at the Moose Cafe and that is not a bad place to find yourself. We had a delicious lunch and then went to the Farmers Market for ice cream but we came home with so much more...some beautifully decorated gourds, cherry turnovers, heirloom tomatoes and October beans. While I was waiting for Roy to get the ice cream, a post on FB came up from Barbers Orchard. They had picked honey crisp apples and it was first come, first served. Our day took a different direction than planned and we headed over to the orchard. Because if some is good, more is better we ended up bringing home a bushel. I told Roy we need another freezer. We also came home with peach slushes and a couple of apple muffins.  After a little rest we were back outside moving wood chips around. Roy found several "nests" not belong to birds so those went the way of destruction.

So, last night after much prayer and consideration, armed with a 20% discount, I ordered a handy dandy pre-programmed canning thing. Yes, I am technical. Also a tomato extractor to make tomato saucing a little easier. I will probably not try any of this out this season since produce season is winding down here but next season look out cause I will be making jams, jellies, sauces and the like. Yes, this is really me writing this Houston friends.

Just waiting for Smurf to come back and pick up the logs they didn't have room for on the first trip. Then we have errands to run and I think we are going to eat lunch out today too. I just added the gourds I bought yesterday that in a shape of an apple out with the other fall stuff.


Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Ready...Set...Heal

It is late afternoon early evening...much later than usual for me to write. Although, I did write my post of second that emotion later yesterday. Rereading that post I see I am all over the place but that is what happens when emotions are whacked out. I thought writing about them would help release the hold or rather grip they have had on me and somewhat it did help. Many times people who are humorous or jovial give the impression that at times life isn't difficult. Well, for all of us, at times, life can be hard which is a little beyond difficult. Thankfully, I have a husband that can talk me off the emotional edge and speak truth. Last night he had to do double duty to calm my fears and doubts.

So, there I was happily spraying Round Up on vegetation when our neighbor rides down to her gravel road above our backyard and asks me why we cut down her trees. Oh my goodness...she had stood on that same gravel road and told the tree guy, Roy and me we could do whatever we needed to do, she didn't want to have to pay. She wasn't ugly, but she was terse. We talked through everything and I refused to join in on the level of our conversation cause that only helps to escalate it. I reassured her, we were going to take care of the wood chips and that we planned to plant trees, on her part in the spring and we would want her input on the trees and yes, we would water them. Then the conversation turned into a few fear tactics and the like. Really, the trees we had cut down were partially our trees and would totally damage our home if they blew over in a storm. Most of what we had done was clearing out the underbrush and vegetation. They weren't going to do that. She did make a funny saying it was a good thing she wasn't the Floridiot and that is very true. Roy is going to go talk with her. Funny, when I told her that we were having the front cleared out she was all for that...I didn't remind her that she had told us there on that same gravel road that they would clear out the front because they had all the equipment to do that. Like I said it was a civil conversation but it was not the thing I needed to be added to the emotional turmoil I was experiencing. I came in and talked with Roy about that and how I just felt like I was imploding. Thankfully, he didn't try to do the manly thing and try to solve everything for me. He made me laugh with a there there. There, there, which is our funny of being compassionate. He let me talk through all my struggles and fears, both real and imagined. He made me laugh. He's good people. I love him! Think I will keep him!

I went to bed much later than usual because I wanted to finish this great book, The New Neighbor. No, it is not something I wrote...but I wanted to see how everything resolved. It was worth the late night finish which kind of knocked Buddy off her regular track. She was restless but not like usual and I actually got some sleep.

Today, Vivian and I went to lunch at Stony Knob. The food is delicious and I love the atmosphere. We had a great lunch, ran a Mary Kay errand and then we took off to Marshall. (City in Madison County, not the store) Yes! The store was open that I had driven by on Saturday. Lots of weird stuff in the store and it was interesting. Vivian didn't go in because of the dust and probably mold with all the old things in the old building. She was right to stay in the car. We took the scenic road back home...they are all scenic, but one I had not traveled on before. When I got home, I started doing all the last minute cleaning that needed to be done. I have a few more things to do. Last night I decorated the dining room with some fall type things. We didn't move any of the fall decorations from Houston up here. I tried not to go wild in Home Goods but it was difficult because they kept putting out fall decor. I even went into Jo-Ann's to look a bit and found a couple of thing to add the the fallish cornucopia of decorating, although I am not doing a cornucopia.

Something so encouraging happened this afternoon. I thought the Muhlenberg book would be at the Post Office but it wasn't. Something more wonderful was there, a card. A card from one of the ladies in my SS class. Her words were so encouraging to this soul who is needing a cool refreshing drink of water. The Lord used her card to confirm that why I am here and what I do is meaningful. It is helpful and along for free comes the laughs. I am so touched by her words and will treasure this card. I believe that this is the start of the healing process emotionally.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Emotions, What Are They Good For? A Lot but They Take Energy

I just got in from running errands. I had quite a few to take care of. Before I left the house though I got to talk with Mike the mower man. He is going to put in some stone steps for me to get out into the yard and also dig a little drainage area around the front sidewalk with a liner and river stones to help keep any rain water from pooling. He has a great knowledge of the property because he did a lot of work for the previous owner. We did not know that she bought most of land behind us from the people above us.  He cleared it out and said there was all kind of junk in the overgrown vegetation; car doors, bikes, suitcases...just things no one needed or wanted anymore, he cleared out some weeds in the back while he was here too. I am really excited about the steps into the front yard.

As has been my practice here on the ol' Monablog, I try to keep it real, no sugar coating things and I have to be honest with y'all, emotionally, the month of August has been really rough. I love it here, love my friends here, love Roy, love friends in Houston but emotionally there is something churning inside. It could be due to coming off several years of being on Tramadol. The knee doctor had me on a higher dosage than when I had taken it before. Since I have been coming off of it, the heart racing issues have subdued dramatically but when I eased off of this medicine before, it played havoc with my emotions. So that could be the reason. Then there was that major meltdown I had on August 3rd. It was a lot of things coming at me rather quickly. At first I thought it might have to do with being another year older, but that wasn't it. Snake sightings and a raccoon who was tearing it up in the backyard added to the meltdown. When I talked with Roy on the 3rd, he knew I was having a difficult time and he began acting on things he could take care of to help me some. Buddy is adding stress in the evenings because she won't settle down or settles but gets disruptive of sleep all night long. I could be feeling the emotions because I am not sleeping well most nights. Uh, that will do it to you for sure and the end result is, I sleep later than I want to because of the lack of sleep most of the night. Adding to all of this I feel like I have gone on a rampage of saying the wrong things...I mean things that I don't mean to say or not conveying the thought clear enough. I don't feel like it's a brain fog but more of being so frustrated right now by the way I feel, I'm not communicating how I usually do. Then I have to backtrack which probably looks like I am covering up or making excuses when it really is a matter of....well I don't know, maybe just being emotionally overwhelmed. It could the summer is coming to a close and I need more structure. I signed up for Bible study at church. I need to find someplace to volunteer but immune system wise, I have to be so careful of being around a lot of children or people who need help but aren't in that good of health themselves due to lifestyle. I know my purpose and find life meaningful in the best way, but yet these emotions of mine are all over the place. Roy and I are doing really well, better than we thought. Our conversations are fun and focused. We make decisions everyday talking things through and our love is stronger than ever. Maybe I know that change is in the air with our Katy home on the market and if it sells the chaos of packing and moving. Maybe I am feeling that change and shift in friendships that may or may not survive how I would like them to. There is always that readjustment and nostalgia that steals our joy and we willingly let nostalgia do just that, take away joy of the present.

It could be that I am studying and thinking too much. Ha, that made me laugh but I love this book on prayerfulness that rests in gratitude. Gratitude that abides in faith, hope and trust that the Lord has it all under control. I think about those who I know who suffer from severe lack of gratefulness and who are more about taking than giving or at the very least being thankful. They maneuver and try to manipulate to get others or me to act in their behalf, time after time after time. Then I have to pull that beam out of my eye and see...no pun intended...but take stock in my gratitude quotient. Am I living a grateful and generous life or am I shutting it down just because I am feeling used?

So that is where I am this later part of August. Living with emotions whacked out and hopefully by the 31st this will have all played out. I am sure it is coming off of meds and total lack of sleep many nights. I apologize if I have been unfeeling, emotionally distant, needy, insensitive and distracted. I'm thankful to still have a sense of humor and know that this will pass...hopefully sooner than later and I'm trying to give this to the Lord and rest in His timing, healing and love.

Thanks for reading. Thanks for being patient with me. Know that proper service emotionally will be restored soon.  Let us pray!

Bored of the Flies

Why is it our brains fool us into believing we can do things that weren't even a problem when we were younger and then our body brings us back into reality of no, that chore or thing you want to do isn't advisable. So how hard could it be to spread wood chips? Well, maybe in Houston it would be the heat that defeated the effort but here the temps are good but you find yourself working on an incline or a decline depending on which way you are working. The trees and vegetation were cut down on Saturday and the ants have already laid claim, big time, like the wood chips have become a gated community for them, in just a couple of days. First, I sprayed some Round Up on the weeds, then got a rake to help spread the natural mulch. You know, we are being so ecological only to realize now I have to use more spray to kill some of those ants. I spread a little of the chips...emphasis little and had the grand idea of going up to the gravel road and pushing the chips down. Note to self, it is not smooth and easy, it is rocky and with soft dirt, not too stable. I stumbled and bumbled a couple of times and finally decided to be smart and wait for Roy's help. I did not want to become a part of the ant condo. So, I resigned myself to doing those things I am able to do and decided a break on the front porch was just what I needed.

I am seeing victory in the fruit fly season of life. So, I first tried the homemade version of a fruit fly trap. Our friend Bill asked me the other day, how is that working for you? Well, it is not working. Oh I caught a few but apparently my fruit flies are Harvard educated and didn't fall for the Google researched way of trapping fruit flies. Bill suggested RAID. So, while I was at Lowe's I got the last can on the shelf of bug spray for the kitchen. I am not too fond of spraying for fruit flies in the kitchen but the times, they are a desperate. I sprayed the garbage can and that seemed to help. Yesterday, the professional help came via UPS, the Terra Fruit Fly Trap and it has worked quite well. Slowly we march to victory.

Several years ago a friend related her parent's experience of living in WNC and although they loved the mountains, the people and the views...they could not tolerate the bugs. They moved. Granted, there are a lot of gnats, fruit flies, stink bugs and the like. Yes, they are annoying but I'm willing to endure.

I remember Beth Moore saying one time, "every stick is not a snake." Of course she used this in a spiritual example when we think everything bad is from the enemy kind of thing or we look to make things that aren't into something that isn't or is. I could probably give a better explanation if I didn't skim listen at times...yes, even with Beth Moore. That being written, just as I trained my eyes to find ripe blackberries, I am now the great overseer of sticks, dead leaves and the like...mulch...it makes no difference. Yesterday the way a shadow of a tree limb on a rock looked like the faint image of a snake from the view here at the desk. Of course once I looked out the window, I saw it was, you know a shadow. There is a rusty pipe on the bank of the garden that I need to throw away because yes, passing by the window quickly my brain alerts snake! Of course it is the pipe and it is brown and the snakes passing this way usually are black. Sadly, with the clearing of vegetation, our backyard is not popular with the birds. They like all the overgrowth and I have seen one chipmunk. Not so happy to see him but at least there is a survivor from the overgrowth season of life here in the mountains.

Monday, August 24, 2015

And Just Like That......

Normally, it is not too foggy in the backyard but this morning the fog has rolled out of the pastures above us, down the tiered garden and almost to the deck. Guess all the trees and vegetation, doesn't that sound better than weeds, being cleared away has made this possible. Last year I would wonder how people could get out in this and live life at early hours of the day. Well, you get used to it and hopefully everyone drives safely. On Monday mornings I don't know of many who are in a hurry to get anywhere unless one has overslept and will be late for school.

Some welcomed rain, although personally not the best timing, came after church yesterday. Dewayne walked me out to my car with an umbrella. This is not the first time a gentleman from Newfound has walked me to or out of church with an umbrella. Dewayne told me about his plans to ride his motorcycle up to Mt Mitchell but now needed to check the weather for that area. He also owns hogs and pigs and I think uses them all or one for charity events and parades. He had just had done just that the day before in Hendersonville to help raise money to feed families. Since it was still raining just a bit and was just a tad too overcast for me, I came on home and ate lunch.  The goose beans I had prepared on Saturday night were delicious and with lunch being eaten and the skies still gray the most logical thing to do was take a nap. It was a major Sunday nap and it has been awhile since I have taken one of those. No couch nap, I went to bed and had a refreshing deep sleep nap.

Upon awakening and being greeted with a sunny sky, the trip that needed to be made to Lowe's happened. Nothing like buying Round Up, a rake and some bug spray for fruit flies to make one happy. When I told Roy the consensus of all who either worked or advise on vegetation elimination agreed that Round Up would be needed or maybe a burn off, he changed his mind on using Round Up, thus the trip to Lowe's. I may try and do the side section by the driveway today. John and his crew come back Saturday to do the trees in the front and clear out all the vegetation on our access area. The state or Duke Energy should really do that, but I think we need it done sooner than later. It is just clearing the way for a spectacular fall view.Which, by the way, is predicted to be one of the most colorful years of fall foliagedom. Look Ma, I just made up a new word.

Saturday, after play that funky music chainsaws happened, I knew I needed to get out for a bit. The drive the previous day had cleared my heart and soul and head...so I decided to drive to Mars Hill and go to a shop I had been wanting to visit. It was cute and kitschy, CourtneyS would have loved it. There were so many things to look at which included ice cream. It is a combo kitschy/coffee shop/mid century things shop. I pondered ice cream but fought the temptation. Next stop Marshall. Only I didn't stop. Marshall is an odd little town. Odd in architecture in that every building is right to the sidewalk. Like sidewalk...front door. That is especially an odd thing because even the churches, with the exception of the Presbyterian church, are just like the downtown buildings. Guess that is what has to be done when there is a small space between the river and the side of a mountain. You make lemonade out of those lemons of small spacing. I wanted to go to Madison Junk Shop but the guy who owns it doesn't keep regular hours...in fact I think a lot of shops there, and there aren't that many, do the same. Since Marshall is just ten minutes away, I can check often enough and hope to happen upon it being open. The drive to and from was beautiful as always. Again, there is that faint feeling of cool in the air and a little color in the trees. Fall will be here before we know it and with the coming of fall comes the visiting of friends from Houston.

Since I have lost my quarterly but have a new one ready for September, I don't always know what our Sunday School lesson topic is. The week we talked about fasting, I had planned to bring some apple cider donuts to class. Thankfully, I didn't make it over to Barber Orchards to get some. Yesterday, we talked about hospitality and not just the plain old kind but biblical hospitality. Romans 12 always comes to mind because here in the midst of all these "big spiritual" gift list...like prophecy and teaching and serving, Paul adds hospitality. It made the list, it must be important. I took the opportunity to thank the class for being so hospitable in welcoming me to the class. From the day I first walked in till yesterday, they ooze, that's such a weirdly descriptive word, but let's see, they overflow with love. I look forward to the time after our prayer requests for Louise to pray. Wow! What a mighty believing lady she is. Every Sunday morning we are so happy to see one another, it takes quite a bit to get us settled down but I like what Judy says, that time is just as important as any other designated time in our hour together. It is healing, it is powerful, it is the fellowship of God. Every seat was filled yesterday morning and we would have needed to bring in chairs if a couple of the regulars hadn't been out. Really, the whole church family of Newfound is so kind and friendly. Last night at choir when I saw Larry who is usually greeting at the door on Sunday mornings, that it just didn't feel like Sunday without his cheery greeting.

Facebook memories this week have been especially poignant. Like on August 22nd last year is the day we found out that a last minute offer had been accepted on the house outside of Waynesville we had put an offer on. I don't think God scrambled to get us out of making a bad decision but I am so glad He was totally involved in the details. Our realtor was quite shocked at our reaction of, Okay. We are good with that. No we don't want to be first on the list if the deal falls through. The other memory was from 2008 when Peggy and I went to San Antonio for a Living Proof conference. It is believed by my cardiologist that I had a small heart attack on that weekend and didn't know it. We should have known something was wrong while at the bookstore, I just wanted to sit in the coffee shop area while Peggy explored the store. I mean really! We should have known something from that indicator.

And just like that, the sun is showing through and has burned away the fog. I am waiting for my second cup of coffee to do the same thing.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Chainsaw Rhapsody

The sound of mountain music fills the air. A mountain rhapsody as old as chainsaws...fills my heart and land with a Hallelujah chorus in quarter by quarter notes of land being cleared and trees hanging onto a precipice coming down in orderly fashion. Yes friends, it is good to be in the mountains. John Robinson and his crew are working hard and the melodious sound of chainsaws has even brought out the neighbors. Only one neighbor came out of noisiness and he came to make sure it wasn't the neighbor across the way having her trees cleared. He doesn't want her to do that. She wants to thin them out some to protect her house from tress falling during strong storms. They have already cleared out everything beside the driveway and now are working on the trees in the back. Several of the trees are poplar and they aren't very strong or steady in wind. In Houston I know that Chinese Tallow trees and Ash trees are trash trees, in fact it is against the law to plant a Chinese Tallow tree now and usually you only find them on land that hasn't been kept up or worked on. Looky, a biblical principle. Bradford pear trees are beautiful but they split quite often than not. We have one in the back that is coming down but the one out front, away from the house is going to stay because they are just so dang pretty in the spring. The wild cherry trees out front that have grown tall are going too because they don't bear fruit...uh, I think there is another something biblical there. They are trash trees too. Once we get all this taken care of and I find out from my friends when it is the time to plant a tree, we will do just that. Like a Japanese Maple because not only are they beautiful but they are plenteous in autumnal color. Ooo, just got to use two of my favorite words in a sentence. I know Jennifer who lives above us will like all this land clearing since they have their house and land on the market. She is tired of walking upwards all the time and they are looking for rolling pasture land in middle TN. They have four horses now.

Buddy has decided to check out the noise going on in the backyard, in her cat-like way. Looks from afar on the stairs and then kind of glances as she walks closer to the window. Now that she has had a treat, she is ready to watch all the action happening.

Last night slicing peaches felt like the last thing I wanted to do. Checked them and all of them are ripe so into the refrigerator they went. Know I can slice them at my leisure within a two week period. I know Roy will want to use some of them in the frozen apple stuff he likes to make. Fruit means fruit flies up here and I have made a homemade trap that doesn't seem to be working but the professional trap I ordered from Amazon will be here by Tuesday. I'm getting pretty good at killing them by being happy and I know it...clap my hands. Happy me, smush them.

So far the guys haven't seen any snakes and I told them if they have and are lying to me, I am fine with that. I'm usually not too happy when I know I am being lied to but certain situations call for drastic measures and snake sightings would be one of them. Can you imagine if they told me, we found a whole passel of them and they slithered under your house would do to me? Services would be on Monday or Tuesday. No viewing, no visitation.

The mountain music has stopped for a bit of rest and you all know I can't read a lick of music but I do know there are rests and rest, rest...in songs.  Rest, rest was for you Linda V.


Friday, August 21, 2015

I Might Start Singing The Circle of Life Song...It Could Stop Life as We Know It

Many times when I need to think or pray or pray and think, I get in the car and start driving. I don't need to drive too far to see the beauty of pastures and mountains. Sometimes I drive for just a short while and other times I just keep on driving going wherever the road takes me. Today was one of those days of going where the road takes me and frankly I drove all over and found my way home without using GPS. Driving around today was good for my soul and spirit because I have something troubling me and I want to respond correctly or let it go, correctly or walk away correctly. With all the driving today, I didn't get an answer but I do know my heart is at rest and I can rest in knowing that God knows. The hurt I felt has been washed over by the beauty of the mountains and experiencing God's presence. So that is a good place to be.

Since breakfast is the most important meal of the day, it seemed good to stop in at Tommy's for the $5.50 special of two eggs, bacon and two pancakes. I can't eat two pancakes anymore but their pancakes are delicious. I sat closer to the kitchen this morning and found the sounds of the spatula scrapping and tapping the griddle to be very comforting and diner-like. I had a new waitress that was slow on the uptake but on time with the coffee refills. I re-read a chapter in the book I have been writing about on give and take, work and play and prayerfulness. Powerful! Oh, and the work portion in this book doesn't address just work, like a job...it addresses any work we have to do whether it be housework, homework or volunteering work. I could have sat there and read for a bit longer but there were things to do and drives to be taken. First stop, CVS to pick up prescriptions, which I then ran by home and thus started my driving from a point of reference I am very familiar with.  I went here there and everywhere and came home with a $16.00 purchase of a picnic thermos from the 1950's with Monarch on it. I mean really, it needed to come home with me. There was a WalMart stop involved while out and about because I needed more orange juice to cover sliced peaches that I was thinking about working on tonight but have deferred this task until tomorrow. I also bought more Amy's Organic Burritos because they are tasting pretty good to me right about now.

Last night John Robinson and part of his crew came to the house to give us an estimate for tree removal and general land clearing. We walked all over looking at what are good trees verses trash trees in the rain. We had a nice little rain shower going when they came. His estimate seemed reasonable for the work, so they might begin tomorrow.  I hope they begin tomorrow. I almost had forgotten that they would stop by and it was a home alone kind of day makeup and hair-wise...so I tried to fix up a bit not for them but for my self esteem. Bozo the Clown hair will scare even the toughest of mountain men.

I have been craving Bahama Mama's snow cones of late. There is nothing around here like that so on Wednesday I did the next best thing...something I have not done in a very long time...but it was a must situation...I bought a cherry Icee. Granted, it is not a snow cone but it is the closest thing to it. I thought I saw a shaved ice stand on the way home but alas it was a scrap metal recycling truck. Not even close.

This year viewing kids going to college for the first time on FB  isn't as melancholy for me as it has been in the past.  Especially, when it was Baylor related. This year I am enjoying the pictures and it isn't even a blip on the radar because of the Alumni By Choice thing in February. I cannot tell you how many times I have sat down to write a thank you to Peggy for nominating, writing, and celebrating that whole event. I barely can get started without starting to cry big old tears. And I am not a crier by nature. Of course when I got my first would you like to contribute letter from Baylor, I started crying...no not really.

I am thankful for Bill, Vivian's hubby.  While we have been out and about he has been on snake patrol here at the house. No snakes were spotted or harmed because they didn't show up. You really see how the world works when you live out here in the country. I didn't like having so many chipmunks and squirrels showing up at the bird feeder, so enters the black rat snake and he eats them. Now I don't want a snake or snakes around but vegetation and food source is what keeps them around. They are like us, they want their food fast and easy...without any effort. So, with me not feeding the birds and with all the small mammals gone, there doesn't seem to be the easy access food source. Thus, bring in John Robinson and crew to clear vegetation...I am sure by doing this I am screwing up some Eco system or something. And I just ordered a fruit fly catcher cause with all this fruit in the house, there are bound to be fruit flies and there are. I want them gone too but want the fruit as well.

Nancy's Monablog