The One Grammy Made

September 20, 2016

es-quiltWe are having a Granddaughter.  We are quite excited!  es-quilt2-1This little baby girl, like her big brother, THE Grandson, will not have any shortage of special blankets and quilts made for them with great love by their Mamma, their Grandma and their Grammy.  I’ve seen THE Grandson go to sleep with 3 blankets, one made by us each.  His Mamma tells this 2-year-old, who made each blanket, a reminder of our love for him.  I am grateful for this.es-quilt3I thought I was going to tell you, that this is my first ever ‘Log Cabin’ Quilt design and how much fun it was, and that it was easy, and that making a quilt for someone you love is the best part of quilting…even if you haven’t actually met that some one yet.es-quilt4I found myself thinking, how grateful I am for who Number One Son married.  When they were still teenagers on our family vacation, the option came up to go and see my newest nephew, in hot Sacramento or go to the beach for the night.  She said, “I want to go and see the baby!”  Which was what we all wanted and so we did!  Number One Wife was part of My and My Loving Spouse’s wedding.  Number One Wife was the one who thought to bring games and snacks for Team Offspring, during my cancer surgery.  Number One Wife was with us the first day we stepped foot on Glory Farm.es-quilt-5I am ever, so ever grateful that with plenty of blanket making creative people in My Grandchildren’s lives, we each have a ‘place’ and are valued… es-quilt6…and I know that My Daughter In Law/Number One Wife will say to her little girl someday…

This is the one that Grammy made…es-quilt7…and I am blessed.

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Back On The Trail

September 17, 2016

trail-rideSchool is back in session, so My Loving Spouse and I did what we’ve been wanting to do for a long time.  We hit the trail.  The September evening was gorgeous and perfect for a trail ride.  Out the back gate, along the John Wayne Trail with a loop back along the canal.  This also brings us up close to Our Friend the Farmer’s Parked Up Project Lot.  Don’t judge, remember our bathtub came from this treasure trove.  Every time we ride by, My Loving Spouse comments on a particular truck, “he’d love to get his hands on”…trail-ride-junk-yardI’ll be honest, I spent most of the time riding along the canal keeping my eye at the bottom of the water.  I was working on getting the ‘Mother of the Year’ award, by locating a certain Son’s car key he lost early in the summer, while floating the canal.  trail-ride-2School is back in session.  I love my job.  This week was the first week for kindergartener.  We have all day kindergarten….thought up by some bright spark, who has never actually taught all day kindergarten.  The last hour of all day kindergarten is a bit like herding 20 cats and then someone throws water on them, cold water…yep, it is like that.

We had 20 in the library, sitting on the rug, which looked a bit more like wiggling live bait.  Ten minutes into our library time:

  • One boy looked up burst into tears, crying with gusto…  “I miss my Mommy!”
  • A lost 5 year old wandered in from another class, noticed we had books and thought he’d stay
  • A teacher in an adjoining room asked if I could watch her class, while she went to look for a girl who had not returned from using the bathroom

After giving up or giving in or getting smart, we broke out lots of legos and let the poor little ones play until it was time to go out to recess.  Upon, being told it was time for recess, one little boy exclaimed,

“Outside!!  I was just out there!  Nope, I am not going!”

…and so, when I get the opportunity to take a trail ride…I will take it!

 

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After The Rodeo

September 4, 2016

rodeo bunting

rodeo bunting2Rodeo weekend is a celebration.  We still carry the aftermath of what a Los Angeles Crowd looks, feels and sometimes smells like, so a ‘crowded’ Rodeo night just makes us giggle.  The numbers are mild, but the attitude is festive!  Everyone is there to enjoy the western sport. This year, we added to our education by joining in the after party, behind the chutes.  ‘Chutes’ being where the bulls and broncs are released.rodeo nightNo alcohol is sold in the arena.  If you want a beer after the event, you join in the party.  Straw bales are not set out for ‘effect’, but set out to sit or stand on, because it just makes sense.rodeo balesThe band was playing.  The people were dancing.  The beer was flowing.  It felt a bit like being in the moving Sweet Home Alabama, (except this being Washington, they never played that song, which is too bad for me, since it is a song that I actually know and I had worn my going to ‘town boots’ and they are almost always ready to dance.)rodeo bandI loved it.  rodeo mustacheThis wasn’t ‘a’ Western party, this was ‘the’ Western party.

I am so grateful that I get to live here!

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Unfold The Map

September 2, 2016

There are certain times in one’s life, where quitting is just not an option.  When the garden hose attached with the sewer unplugger is stuck in the waste pipe one is trying to unstick…yes, that would be just one of those times.  My Loving Spouse crawls under the house.  My instructions are to jam the hose up and down so he can hear where it is stuck.  Basic plumbing at its finest.septic patOh, yes, we are a formidable team.  He learns a lot while he is down ‘there’, mostly that he’ll never be the one replacing the main sewer line and we add that to the list called, “When our ship comes in”.

Luckily for us, we who do not quit, we do get the hose out.  Bad news is that the line is still plugged.  We develop a new plan of attack, called ‘go at it from the other end’.  This means digging up the Clean Out lid.  One would think this would be easy, because

1. We’ve done it before.

2.  We have a map.

We measure and dig a bit and learn a valuable life lesson…maps work best when completely unfolded…PicMonkey CollageWe do find THE lid.  We open it up.  We decide to completely go British at this time…have a cup of tea or (jam, biscuits and coffee.)spetic jamThe only ones sort of excited that we had to dig up the septic clean out hole seems to be the chickens.spectic chxWe reorganize and rent some serious plumbing equipment.  This takes multiple available ‘hands’ or  feet as it were as Number Two’s job seems to be to step on the control that runs the line.  My Loving Spouse handles the line that digs in the pipe.  I mostly stand back and say stuff like, ‘Well done!’  Grateful to not be hanging on to anything that has been inside our pipes.PicMonkey Collage (1)At this time someone drives into our yard to ask if we are selling hay.  Now, nothing says, ‘We’ve got hay for sale’ like having one’s back-end sticking out of your septic clean out trap.  There were a lot of items this person could have asked if we did, but selling hay was not actually on the list.

The hay buyer is redirected.

The rental sewer unsticker is returned after having done the job.

We’re back in love with our wonderful old house.  The pipes are running freely.  We’ve all showered and smell good, instead of all just smell.

Life is good and we are blessed.

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Filling My Cup

August 30, 2016

One of the best parts of living in Ellensburg, is that Seattle, the big city, is just over the hill.  I can go visit it, if I want to and get reacquainted with what traffic really looks like, get a Chinese foot massage (which I highly recommend), visit a new cutting edge (pun intended) surgeon for My Loving Spouse as ‘we’ contemplate another new KNEE, and ‘one’ of us was damn darn sure ‘we’ would not be having it done again here.  Truly Seattle’s Best is that I get to visit with THE Cousins.

Being with people who have known me my whole life fills my cup.  (Although, traveling with one cousin who now looks so much like her mother, it kind of freaked me out a bit as I caught her profile in my peripheral vision.)  These are people who tease often, laugh easily and know who they are.cousins

“We don’t really cook, but we do have lots of chocolate.”

“I’ve been trying to nurse my wife after her appendicitis.  It turns out I’ve been giving her Tylenol PM, no wonder she is so sleepy.”

They willingly watch cute videos of THE Grandson.  They ask after my child that struggles.  They are some of the few, who I can tell the truth to, as the tears run down my face and they pray for us both.

We give each other gifts…family style.  Dried hydrangeas, a sugar bowl of Mom’s, a little girl’s dress sewn by my Mom, items that ‘would look better at your house’ and jam.hydranga

They help me shop for my back to school clothes.  Watch out dressing room!  30 blouses tried on, we had the hanger-upper, the look for a different-sizer and me…  I couldn’t but help to admit that I needed to buy new bras and there was a complete and understandable collective groan from us all.  Really, wouldn’t it be nice, if bra shopping were more like sock shopping, where one size really does fit all?

I left them all with my cup filled.  Grateful for family connections, laughter, hugs, worshipping together to say nothing about beating them all at cards…and I am blessed.

To tell you the whole truth, which could be more than some of you want to know…I even stopped on my way home at the Jockey Store.  I was going to be brave and conquer the needing new bras problem.  Let me tell you, Jockey has a new sizing system that lends a whole new meaning to ‘filling one’s cup’….and I will leave you with that.

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Farm Babies

August 25, 2016

There is a saying, that if you want to make God laugh, make plans.  Growing up, we had a dog and a cat, but even these must have been added to the household prior to any memory of mine.  Newborn animals were only experienced on Wild Kingdom or National Geographic.  There are no cows on Daleridge Road, La Canada, California and if you don’t believe me, you can Google Earth it.  As a child, I did learn to milk a cow at My Uncle’s farm, which it turns out is a very good thing.

Agnes is an amazing cow.  Cows are ‘wired’ to have ONE calf and this tends to pose a problem/situation/complication.  Once the calves are born, it seems we are not able to just stand back in the field and watch everything work out just as it should.  Fred was not nursing.  Getting Fred to latch on was very important as he needed the colostrum only Agnes could provide.  Agnes is a Black Angus beef cow, not a Jersey (I’ll stand quietly and be milked) cow.  Agnes, Fred and George were not the only ones tired from the day and just to keep it real, let me tell you My Loving Spouse and I were not happy with each other and each other’s ideas in how to move the cattle, get a calf to latch on to Mama and give them their shots….and we were loosing daylight.  We needed to get the herd into our coral, deciding to move the calves, believing that Agnes would follow.  Getting two newborn calves where you want them to go, is not as easy as it sounds and yes, everyone went everywhere and both Agnes and My Loving Spouse were saying a Bad British Word, while I was muttering ‘stuff’ under my breath.

Agnes’ bag was too tight.  Fred could not latch on.  Men you are on your own here to figure this out.  Any woman who has ever nursed a baby and that baby sleeps through the night for the first time, should have an idea what we are talking about.  I needed to milk Agnes.  I actually did get some milk into a bottle.  Agnes was trying to kick me.  My Loving Spouse was telling me that I was going to get kicked.  I was being tenacious/stubborn, but did not get kicked as I knew I needed to get this calf to drink.  I believe My Uncle would have been laughing, but proud.  Our Friend the Farmer came to lend a hand and managed to relieve the pressure on Agnes’ bag, as well as fill a bucket of colostrum (which is like melted ice cream), which I bottle fed to Fred.

Day Two of the twins life, My Loving Spouse and I promised each other to not argue.  I get up early and get Fred nursing from his Mama.  I am a happy Cattle Woman or is that Cow Woman?  My Loving Spouse then threw the calves, while I gave them all their shots.  I then sat on them and put in their ear tag, which is sort of like piercing someone’s ear, except hairier.  george

august calvesThe next few days, I keep a good eye on Fred.  I get him up and push him toward his Mama.  It takes a few days for him to realize he is part of this herd and Agnes a few days to remember that there are two of them.  august mama cowI think the twins are camera-shy, but they have commenced running around the field, which always makes us stop and watch!  Nothing is more fun than calves romping.

In the mean time Arizona the chick has grown!  At five weeks old, she is something of a teenager, but still usually found with her Mama Lucy.august chicksIf it gets chilly out, she reverts to complete baby chick.  “Mama, I am cold!”august arizona…and yes, I am blessed.

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21 Hours At Glory Farm

Somedays nothing happens here… Other days it happens all at once. We were having Mr. T and Z for a week.   We were still waiting on Agnes to calve.  My Sorority Sister and her Husband were coming to the farm for an overnight.  It was hot and there were plenty of flies.  I warned […]

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Croquet Rules!

Croquet rules at Glory Farm as the sport of choice. Played by all ages.Beverages are encouraged. The official Glory Farm Croquet Season starts around Memorial Day and can run as late as Thanksgiving depending on the snow levels.Exact and intricate record keeping for ‘the season’, is handled by yours truly.Points are awarded in each game: […]

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Satisfaction

It is a little known fact, that I love to rip stuff out.  (Not stitches, I do not like to unsew.)  Fences long forgotten, and no longer used are nice to pull out.  I especially love to rip out, raze, cut to the ground bushes and plants whose value is long past.  For years, my family […]

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Waiting On Agnes

Agnes is bred.  Every time My Loving Spouse says to her, “Hey, you fat old cow.”  I hush him, because even if it is true, it just isn’t nice.  Although, she is not really very old and she is not fat, she is bred/pregnant/great with calf.  We (me/My Loving Spouse/Our Friend the Farmer) thought she’d […]

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One White Sock, Buy A Horse

In case you, my dear sweet reader have forgotten, I grew up on a paved cul-de-sac street.  We (the neighborhood children) walked on a paved street to our school.  We played on that paved cul-de-sac street after school.  Some of us had animals, a dog or a cat and occasionally a hamster or a goldfish (which […]

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Naming Animals

We take our naming of animals fairly seriously around here.  If you let kids/children/people under 13 get involved, they might not take it quite as seriously as we do.  However, it does add for some interesting humor in life. The Old Ren Hen went broody.  She was determined to sit on her clutch of eggs […]

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