One has to be very disciplined to continue in managing a blog. I guess that I am too shy to share. I think I am suck it up and include my Facebook friends. Maybe I can set up my little store front in Cassoday, and as I wait for my millions to exit the turnpike, I will type.
I believe it sacrilege to wear footwear in the house. Bare feet are a testament to the refuge of home. My husband calls me his hillbilly girl. He won’t even take a step without something on his feet. He has funny ideas. I guess I should give it a try. It will have to be something Croc-like, as all those cute poofy, fluffy slippers seem to grow to dinosaur proportions after battle with dog hair dust bunnies.
Tallgrass saved by chert! Well, I am right out here in it and it sure seems that there is a lot of soil in which to sink. The big snow did it. Now I know what a mud-room is all about.
I truly cannot believe that we are in December already. I haven’t posted anything in a long while. I have been distant from the computer, except for looking for and applying to jobs. No luck. Finally, though, I was inspired after a prayer to God. The real God, not the Blog God. Now I am in one of those obsessed modes — endless searching for information, read, scheme, read, scheme more. I just have to push through the inertia of my body that is imposed by the restless tapping of fingers on the keyboard.
I always accuse Darius of analyzing things to death. I think that he might have rubbed off on me. Not on all things, only the ones that keep me in my cabin fever state of being. Sounds totally weird. Oh, well.
Last night, Yuri was carrying on with his baritone bark at the corner of his pen. I went out with a flashlight to see what the heck was going on. His growl rumbled as he stood focused to a spot under the apple tree. I did several sweeps with the Maglite without illuminating anything other than fallen apples and spider webs. I told him that he was doing an admirable job for such a gentle behemoth puppy. I was just getting back into the bed when Isa started barking. She roused Darius from his sleep and he got up to go check things out. When he returned, he told me that he caught the glimmer of a pair of eyes out under the apple tree just before they disappeared in a quick instant. It is hard to say what was connected to those eyes. There are cattle across the way; skunks that amble past; oppusums who meander; deer that gracefully clear the barbed wire; and mama racoons teaching babies the art of being a bandit. We were still pondering the identity of our visitor as we finally fell into slumber.
It is a new day, but it is rainy and chilly. We were piddling around in the house when Isa started with a sharp bark as she stood looking out the front door. I went to the door to peek out. There he was, or a she, a coyote right under the apple tree. He moved quickly through our three tree orhard and made his escape through a gap in the fence. Once he hit the road, he stopped to look at me before he turned on his coyote speed. I had called out to Darius when I saw our visitor, but that coyote was gone before he made it to the front porch. We were still looking for him when movement caught our eyes. Out of the ditch, just feet from the coyotes escape route, appeared Phillipe, my favorite yellow cat. He leapt over some brush and made a dash to the porch. He was lucky. I was relieved that he cunningly eluded death by coyote.
The purple and gold of Fall have officially arrived. I just took a drive over to Matfield Green through the open range. The summer cattle have shipped out with the loss of chlorophyll.
We keep saying that we need to get a jump on the firewood. I wonder if the coming winter storms will manage to motivate us to start cutting early next summer. Preparedness is the key. We keep fumbling like a newly appointed janitor.
I will, though, be sure to gather my little metal tin with matches, aluminum foil, and a couple of tea light candles. Oh, and a blanket in my hatchback. I know that this isn’t the Rocky Mountains, but you never know. Last winter I got stuck in a snow drift. Luckily, I had cell phone service. I managed to get my mother-in-law at her little country store. She sent out two of the local guys – one a cowboy, and the other a really good singer who should have made it in show business. Anyway, they made their way down the road to me, and I was sorely embarrassed. They had to dig me out with a big shovel. The learning curve is that 4-wheel drive won’t matter if you try to tackle a three foot snowdrift with only a one foot clearance.
I let Uther out early this morning. It was still dark. I went back to bed to sleep until a more appropriate time for a night owl. Anyway, he didn’t appear when I hollered and whistled for him once I got up. I drove down the road to the neighbor’s place. There he was, strutting his stuff with Blue & the other cow dog. I warned him of all the bad things that could befall a wandering dog. I hope that he got the picture. He also has a certain surgical procedure in his future. I didn’t let on about that. Say a little prayer that he makes it to that auspicious date.
The air is cool and fresh this morning. I keep debating my work options. I have an interview this week for a job. It would be a long commute. I am very interested in the position. It would mean training in a new field that is interesting and viable in the job market. The other option is continuing with what I have now that is less pay and closer to home. In a addition, I am hoping to develop my writing skills — my newly created blog. Is money a possibility? I am hoping to learn the ropes. Another thing is that my mother and I have decided to start selling stuff on an e-commerce site. I am a thrift store junkie; I love finding treasure in a jumble of junk. I will promote our store just as soon as I get it up and running.
As an update, there is no e-commerce site. Things change.
Passing days and the Earth is moving. Fall is making her entrance. Gusting Prairie winds are whipping the grass, carrying tangles of pale yellow stems that tumble recklessly until they snare each other in the crook of a lone tree. Age has given me new eyes that welcome this sight, unlike the days when summer was my love. It has me waxing poetic, or at least I think so.
We have a new addition, Uther, a very lovely tri-colored Corgi. I like him, and I feel lucky that he found his way here. I don’t think he minds it either.
I am still working things out. I cannot believe how time consuming this can be. I have a really hard time with design — I want to tweek & tweek. I am going to keep plugging along. I wonder how long it will be before I actually have a direction. Any words of advice are welcome.
In case you are wondering about the title of this post, it just comes down to the fiddling of choosing a theme for the page. One of the ones I tried had a very psychedelic image. I liked it, but I think it would have looked better on a t-shirt.
