Fell off the Band Wagon

Okay, I started this blog with the idea I would take a half hour everyday and write something. Yah, that happened.

A little update on the farm. The feat of moving my mother and two brothers to the farm is two more trips with the twenty-four foot car hauler from being complete. The weather is unpredictable.

snowpicEnough of this stuff already.

My brother has been chopping the old trailer frame out of the way to make room for a pair of sheds. There is enough tin stacked to take to the junk yard. Every scraper has stopped to offer to generously take the pile away for free. You heard the sarcasm in that remark, correct? I do not know how it is anywhere else, but, most scrapers have to be on drugs to walk up to someone and ask, “Hey, can I have that pile of metal I have watched you stack up in one place all summer? I was too lazy to stop by and ask when you needed the help tearing things down, but, now that all the work is done, I can take that away for you and collect all the money.” Bet they did not say that, but, they might as well have. Oh, and a real hint, if you do decide to let someone take your metal away for you, it is a sure bet they have a place where they dump a quarter of it off their vehicle before they take it in. It’s best to just hop in with them and see the look on their face. Agree on a percent and do the math yourself.

Anyways, I digress. What’s been happening? Today it’s pouring down rain and I’m working on a Shopify cart to launch my books on Facebook. I am also writing a letter of introduction to a lady who lives in Oprah Winfrey’s neighborhood. I know her nephew and I’m really hoping the lady knows her neighbors. Probably nothing will happen, but, it never hurts to try something.

The hubby has yet to find work and this has me chewing my fingernails and eyeing the world of OTR again. Any writing career options will then go out the window as there is no time between runs and sleep in that world. My Uncle has been a trucker since he came home from Vietnam and he is still driving. I have to admit it gets in your blood.

We are attempting our first sales of freezer beef. With too many cows in the field we have to get rid of some mouths. It’s unbelievable how much they can eat. We are dropping rounds daily now that they have reached full size.

My family decided to move during the fall, after I returned to work driving bus. Every weekend for nine weekends I made the drive up, loaded stuff, drove the seven-and-a-half hour trip back, unloaded into their house all week, went to work, worked the farm, dealt with the rentals and tried to work on my website and writings. It has definitely been worth the struggle. Having my family this close is very comforting and a true blessing.

They do miss the hill. This is the first time my brothers have ever moved. The delapitating trailer they lived in was on its last blocks. It made the choice for them. I have been trying for years to get them to move here. In a strange way I miss knowing that I can not “go home.” It’s almost like the feeling of losing my grandmother. There was no reason to go to her house because she was no longer there. The good thing to remember is, my family is right here. I can just walk to their place. My daughter and my youngest brother are having great fun playing video games and complaining about doing farm chores in the rain and snow. I have had to update my little brother’s wardrobe with a pair of muck boots, coveralls and  a water-proof coat.

None of us are allowing mother to walk through the muck. She is officially retired from the bakery. Unfortunately I have gained ten pounds because she is still baking up a storm. Lol.


Tomorrow is looking like a full day. I am taking some animals to the auction. I have to cut down on the feed bill. It’s just too much and something has to go.

Speaking of “go” I could write a book about these renters I have right now and one of them is on the verge of going off the farm if they do not get caught up in rent. They have tore the place up, too. When they get back I’ll be having a sit down with this couple. Right now they are stuck in Georgia which has given me enough time to cool off about the damage I saw in my rental unit. How they got stuck down there is a book in itself, but, some folks just do not know how to plan well. They swear when they get back they’ll get me caught up in rent. We’ll see, then, I’ll point out the obvious damages. Tact and patience goes along with this rental stuff. It’s stressful and if I had it to do over again, I think I would take the trailer court and push it over the hill and turn it in to storage units. Come on book sales, Momma is ready for some change. Lol.


Well, back to this Shopify idea. Oh, yah, I did get another buck this year and three does. Well, two were young bucks with no horns. The hubby was throwing a fit because they might have been the next trophy bucks. I looked at him and said, “Your trophies are tasting pretty good in this fry pan. By the way, you want to lift up their tails before I shoot next time?” I am betting what really bugged the hubby was how he spent two weeks out in the cold and muck and bagged one buck, bigger than mine of course, while I spent two opening days and tagged out. Just saying….





Big Foot

When I leave for work it is dark. The porch light does not brighten the interior of the car. This morning I noticed the little gas door was open and of course you think the worse, then again, my brother burrowed the car and he might have put gas in it.
The fog is rolling in. I can hear the Dane girls rocking their big dog house as they step out. They are silent shadows in their pen. All three wag their tails, the white tips flashing. Cautious, I open the door and hear something stirring inside the car. Glancing, I see the window was left open about four inches. Just about then Big Foot, our seven-toed cat, jumped from the back seat, scrambled in to the front seat and did a burnout. In one leap he was out of the car.
Recovering, I sat in the car. How did he fit through there? There was a single paw print on the window to prove the feat.

You all can stop laughing now. I was scared out of my wits by Big Foot this morning.

our seven-toed cat.
our seven-toed cat.