You know you’ve adapted to the country life when….
1. You think doggy footprints make the floor look “rustic”.
2. Watching a bonfire is more fun than watching TV.
3. You think nothing of going to the grocery store in clothes covered with pine tar, boots covered with mud, and hat hair.
4. You get excited about wood.
5. It no longer bothers you to vacuum large chunks of unknown origin off the floor.
6. 40 degrees is balmy weather.
7. Watching the dogs gnaw each other’s ears is entertaining.
8. You never wash your car. And never want to.
9. You develop a close, personal relationship with the guy who sharpens your chainsaw blades.
10. You consider a barn coat the height of fashion.
the child labor laws and put Naomi to work stacking wood her second day here. (See OWIE, MY BUTT HURTS for the first day’s activity). Naomi proved to be an old pro at the job and helped us stack around 11 cords of wood with no injuries, except the new green sweatshirt.
little too into the photography thing, and when she sees a rainbow over the refuge (is that a song?) and is waiting for the sun to come all the way up, she tends to get happy and do a little dance. Her blood sugar was low and Naomi forgot the doughnuts, so there. AND, the sun never made it out.
We even played with the BIG CARDS, but Auntie Laura’s superior hand-eye coordination has proven to be too much for this blossoming youngster. She will win someday, oh yes…she will!
a man and woman were found collapsed next to a giant pile of wood. Written on the pile, in what is believed to be beer foam, are the words “forced air heating”. Biff, neighbors believe the couple may have had a late-afternoon dispute over the issue of how to keep warm this winter, resulting in the awful carnage you see here behind me. ”
Now we just need to get our wind generator built.
to pull off the freeway to the bottom of an offramp and check the lug nuts on the newly installed tires. We had just heard from a patient of his a story about going in for an oil change and the mechanic neglected to replace the oil in the engine, so we thought we should check it out. The lug nuts were fine, and we turned to pack everything up, and I suddenly realized that there was an extra dog in the truck. We walked over there, and here’s this little black and white puppy in the front seat, sitting there like he owns it. We coaxed him out and gave him some water and kibble. He was skin and bones and smelled like a cow pattie. It was blazing hot and we didn’t feel like we should leave him out there, so we drove off looking for someone who might claim him. We found an elderly couple who said they didn’t recognize him and somebody probably dumped him off at the offramp. We were out in the boonies.
of you who have been wondering how Boots is getting along in her new home, let me assure you that she is not only having the time of her life but is earning her keep as well. While innocently trying to fall asleep one night while Steve was on the road, I heard the flutter of wings and upon turning on the light discovered that a bat had decided to keep me company for the evening. I tried in vain to shoo it out the door with a broom while Boots stalked it back and forth over the log beams. I finally went to bed and slept with the covers over my head. Next night, as soon as the lights were out so was my bat friend. Exasperated, I turned on the light just in time to see Boots of the Wild Kingdom reaching up and snagging that bat right out of the air. She brought it down on the floor and pounced on it, then dragged it away to eat. I don’t think Mr. Bat knew what hit him. I turned out the light and I could hear her crunching bones in the dark. Eewwww!
to learn that he is powerless to stop his deer chasing. It’s a 12-paw program designed to teach him self-control. Steve and I are in a similar type of group, Scone-aholics Anonymous. It’s not working too well for us. We are still powerless over the scones!
