Friday, March 10, 2017

I'm very happy to learn that Craig Ferguson has XMSIRUS radio show week nights. See @Craigyferg on twitter.

Go Speed Racer!

My already done list for Jan, Feb, & first week of March

Prep character for Pups thing
Prep for NYC trip and make trip
Trips due to funeral/illness
Washing clothes because of sick washer
Errands Pup stuff

Plus planned stuff:

Limbs off front right of way moved prep for burn

limbs/trees on east side of back road moved to wash

limbs trees moved off east fence line moved to wash

Burn pile set up or on trailer

Major brush piles/ limbs moved to wash

major snags in North and central section removed to washes or burned

major problems and washes in front section addressed

trees ready for chain saw work

Added new chickens and guineas

99.9 o/o this year's problems handled

Still time to finish for 100 o/o

Phase one this year was to address snags, prepping downed trees for chain saw work, prep for building

Make west area safe for people and animals

Prep for fencing

99 percent done

I'm  tired but happy.
Not stressed.
Still wrote it's  escape for all the work.


Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Today I am most grateful to my son.
I ♡ you, Pup.
You are the best person I have ever know.

No kidding. You already have not wasted the air you breathe. You bring light to darkness.
Today my son and I are honoring the International Day Without Women

This morning the Statue of Liberty went dark.
A reminder of how important women are and yet how badly some of us have been treated.

For my grandmother, mother, son, Billy, and now me.
We choose our path.

Today I'll put on my work boots. I'll  finish moving the trees to the wash. Tonight I'll hug my son.

Regardless of how certain people have treated me. Regardless of how many times they have called me stupid and failure. I can see my hard work bring my vision to life.

Carly Simon
Let The River Run

Gloria Gaynor
I Will Survive

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Oh my. 
Day is only half over. 
So far, on schedule. 
Still much to do.
I'll post an "already done" list soon.


Monday, March 6, 2017

Someone ,besides me, is reading my blog right now.
I forgot about the Intern Skippy post.
Do you comment?
I'll talk back if you will.
It's been a long day but I think that there's a conversation somewhere in my brain.
Hey from here.
Where is your there?
Yeah, I know.
So what I wrote it.
It's still funny.
Hugs to Intern Skippy.
Hugs to the person who read it today.

There WILL be a road trip in my future. Just a few things to do first.
Hey Skippy, fire up the car and get the sun screen.
It's (almost )  Spring.
After all this work?
We NEED a road trip?


Pit bull

I remember how it felt.  Standing in the woods, looking at all of the work left to do, and feeling overwhelmed, I wondered if there would be a time when this part of the process would be over.
Tonight, when Pup and I stopped working, I was able to answer my earlier question.
I think there is an end to this part. We've got one small spot and then lots of sorting but I'm sure that we'll  finish.

So what was the problem?

I had to make my goals just as important as WB's and Pup's goals. I'm  happy to help them accomplish their goals.
They should be just as happy to help me to do the same.

I've been working on this project for at least 5 years. This project helps all three of us. I waited until it was right for all. Now is my time too.

There, I said it.
Let it be so.

Hugs Pup.
The first step to accomplish a goal is to say it out loud.

Or in this case?

Write it down.

For some reason I miss Newt, Billy, Curt, & Irish Dave.
Like Pup, they would have told me to set a goal and then do it.
What was I waiting for.

I ♡Pup.


♡ I'm  setting my goals and doing it. Yay!

Hello, John Tesh and company.


Sunday, March 5, 2017

Same Girl Jlo . Dear WB,

Dear WB,
Thank you for the NYC trip. I'm measuring change in how I relate to the city and how I relate to the farm.
When I travel, it puts the "farm me" into black and white. What is comfortable about who I am is vivid. What doesn't fit in the "skyscraper" mountains? I know. But what does fit is the freedom to be different from the people around me. Purple haired dancing sunbeams are welcome in NYC. They aren't in Alabama.  So I travel in order to nurture the sunbeam part of my nature.  All of the differences, the art, feed my heart. I have to have this time whether you agree or not. It'seems as important as breathing.
The farm is something entirely different but just as important. My time at the farm is deeply important. There I'm more real and honest than any where on Earth. Like raising children, the land, animals, and people demand a level of honest work that the city doesn't. No faking what you don't  know. If you don't  know you ask. Those 2 and four legged creatures count on me knowing what I'm up to. They could die otherwise. I'm not able to do that in the city. I am able to plan and then implement a "living" story here. There is some thing good about the narative. Healthy. 
What I've found as a result of living in these two very different worlds is that I don't like the drama you bring. As much as I'm glad you are in my life, your anger is hard to bare. Bad things have happened to all of us. They make us angry. How we choose to handle the anger is important to the people around us. Just as important to us as it is to you. I didn't know how much your anger hurt me until I went to NYC. Where I gladly took off my coat of anger, you clung to it. A snapper turtle in a mud coat. You kept trying to drag me down into the mud.I'll  die if I stay in that mud.
Please. Stop being a "snapper turtle".Stop trying to drag me into the mud. What you are doing is as mean as an enemy. Billy wouldn't put up with it. He'd tell me to leave. 
I am collecting up all of the good in my life. I'm wrapping my heart in it. You are either the kindness my heart is wrapped in or the stuff that lives in that watery grave. Unlike you, I've no desire to hold to this sadness.  Holding to all of this negative like it was a life preserver is the real crazy.
I'm not crazy.
I'm the same girl.