Learning Curve

Saddle Woes, Whoa and a little bit of Wow

I was going to call this post ‘Saddle Sores’, but I was afraid that no one would read it, but worry not, this has nothing to do with one’s comfort issues or lack of comfort issues after spending time in a saddle and everything to do with spending money on a saddle. We have uncharacteristically […]

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A New Sport

The morning after our first go at our new sport and the smiles are still in place, but unfortunately the Advil has worn off. We’ve been visiting a ranch here in town that sponsors horse gaming…speed patterned events where horse and rider compete against themselves for times.  The National group is Pattern Speed Horse Association and unlike […]

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Hockey Time

We’d never been to a hockey game, so when we were invited to go, we jumped at the chance.  The Wenatchee Wild  was our learning experience.  A minor league hockey team that was fighting for a play off spot.  Going with our Sweet Neighbor’s just made it all the better. Hockey impressed us pretty quickly, […]

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Preg Checks

Life certainly leads us in some amazing directions, if one is brave/silly/willing/crazy enough to go down a new path, which I guess is what this blog is all about…but who knew… just how far off my ‘old’ trail I’d go. Last week I had a new opportunity and I took it.  The first ‘new’ step […]

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School Days

This week I’ve been working (you know, the kind of work, where you get paid money) at the elementary school a few miles down the road. The school is nothing like the elementary schools my kids went to, this school has a huge parking lot with empty spaces and acres and acres of grass for […]

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Hey (Hay), Move!

Moving hay is a learned task, which so far…we haven’t ‘learned’.  We are still at remedial hay moving.  Most of what we’ve learned, we learned the hard way. 1.  Wear gloves (still have blisters) 2. Wear long sleeve shirts (arms still scabbed and scratched from the sharp ends of hay…looks like I got pushed into […]

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And The Beet Goes On…

Last year I learned that I like beets.  Fresh beets.  Pickled beets.  (Not the canned beets my mother tried/made me eat as a kid.)  So when we planted the vegetable garden we agreed we’d plant lots of beets, and so we did, and they were almost all ready at the same time.  Growing them has […]

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Short vowel sounds

With all humility I must clarify first, that I am a college graduate… from a great University, (certainly the greatest University in California).  All that to say, I have attained some degree of learning, so I should be clearly qualified to help/aid/assist elementary age children with a bit of reading and the occasional math problem. I showed […]

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The Senior Project

The Teen is so lucky, after all she has older siblings.  We’ve parented thorough high school before, we know what we’re doing!  We know the pitfalls and the tricky passages, except…. we moved… to a different state… where the ‘Senior Project’ is required for graduation and we know nothing!  It was a brief but interesting […]

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Vegetable Garden

Even vegetable gardens have ‘rules’ or ‘guidelines’ or ‘advice’.   ‘Advice’, ‘don’t put your garden in until Mother’s day’, and since we’ve had frosts recently this is good ‘advice’.  Then there are the ‘rules’.  My Loving Spouse informed me that you must ‘never plant your garden on Sunday’, (this one is new to me, and […]

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Spring Projects

My Loving Spouse had a three-day weekend, so we promptly crammed three days of work into the first two days.  Sunday was to be 55 degrees and still (which means – not windy, to those of you who live where the wind does not blow), so we eagerly looked forward to our first ride down […]

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Getting an Upgrade

Jubal and I got an upgrade, to which we were pretty darn excited.  Our Friend the Farmer needed a little bit of help trimming a small section of a big field.  (A big field as in acres, growing hay for money, farming upgrade… it was the real Mc Coy.)   I had been cleaning up […]

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