April 18, 2013
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Patchwork Blog
G’morning! I suppose it’s time again for me to update about what’s going on, hereabouts. I’ll try to keep it brief, but you know how I do prattle on and on, like a magpie, r’something. At least it’s in my own space – that way you can just not come and read if you don’t want to.
Pen-pal. Yet again, I’m feeling guilty… and needing to DO something. Every payday, I make my children either write a letter or do a craft for their pen-pals… and yet I write to no one. And I love to write. LOVE to write… nearly as much as reading. Long story short, I’ve gotten it in my head (a-Gain) to write to a soldier. I used to write to them all of the time, when I was younger. I know so much more now… and never run out of things to say, as you well know. Anyhow, so I’m trying for it… care packages and letters for the deployed. Take five. Or six. Something like that.
Downpour! It’s a big. BIG soppy mess here. Has been for days. It’s so bad, the chickens float instead of walking. Nasty-gross. I wish it’d let up. No sign of it, though. Yesterday we got out and tended critters just in time to get back indoors before a thunderstorm let loose on us. ((I wanted the goats to get hay before it got soaked.)) It’s been one waterlogged spring! Last night were thunderstorms and a torrential downpour that resulted in flash flooding in our area. Brian had to find an alternate route to work this morning (there were firetrucks blocking the road where cars were hydroplaning ON OUR STREET), and my backyard and woods… here, take a look:
It’s kind of getting bad, and we’re supposed to get a LOT more – thunderstorms today and tonight, too. They’re saying the Grand River might beat its highest record, this spring. It’s… kind of crazy. Our poor sump!
Husky. Two nights ago, we heard barking by Critter Corner, and that’s NOT where Ellie is. So we went out in the POURING rain, and there was this gorgeous, young, blue-eyed husky. It was just sopping wet… so we took it in the hay storage barn, and got it food and water, and left the light on for it. Of course there was no phone number on its tags, but I called the vet listed and gave them the animal ID number, and they were able to give me the number of the owners. So I called them, and she asked me to keep the dog until 5pm when she gets out of work (so that tells me this is a neglected dog who spends all day alone at home, and is therefore into trouble, when it can be).
Anyhoo… she shows up in high heeled sandals with NO leash, opens the door of where we’re keeping the dog, AND LETS IT LOOSE. Then she’s yadda-yadda non-stop about how the dog got away and went to a nearby dairy farm, and then went two miles the other direction another time, (this tells me that they are NOT taking care of their dogs)… and all the while she’s yapping, her dog is trying to climb the coop fence, and my birds are having coronaries (one got out the door flap!)… and the fool woman isn’t doing ANYTHING, so I go over, grab the dog (who would be LONG gone, if it weren’t terrorizing our birds, hello!), and THEN she calls, “Bear! Here, Bear!” Like the dog is going to COME to her? What a moron! I bodily take it to her car, with her chitty-chatting all the way there (at this point, I want to whomp the idiot), and I send them away. NOW. If it comes back, I lie and keep it. It deserves a better owner than it has. I don’t think I’ve met a more astoundingly stupid woman, ever. She was inconveniencing everyone else, causing damage and strife to other people’s property, and she couldn’t even care less.
That’s people for you. And why I hate them. Loose animals is a HUGE peeve of mine. It’s the sign of a sub-species of human: the negligent and irresponsible owner. My dog, goats, rabbits, chickens, and ducks don’t shit up your yard and deck or invade your space or terrorize YOUR kids/critters… I don’t want your animals doing it to mine. Kthxbye.
Dance Dilemma. I don’t think Lydia likes her dance class. I observed, yesterday, and she was slumped, putting NO effort into being on the beat, and she just kind of drooped as she went along. But the moment class was out, she LEAPT and jumped and hopped and danced all the way to the car. What up wif dat? I know the teachers (teenagers) are sucky, but the song is good, and the dance is kewl, and the other girls are into it…???? All I can think is that she’s not happy. But I don’t know what to do about it. Except not put her in dance next year, maybe. If she doesn’t want to do it, it’s ridiculous for us to pay for the classes. We’ll see.
Photo Ops. It has been brought to my attention that I haven’t been taking pictures. At all. I have practically nothing, from September to… what month is it? April. Yeah… I just haven’t been taking pictures. Or videos. That’s a BAD thing. I’m trying to do better – as of today. See? I took a picture of my slider door. That’s something, right?
Done. I’m done. This is long enough. Have a great day.
Comments (5)
Well, have you tried talking with her about it? Is there something else she’d rather do than dance? (she is getting older afterall and things change).. or is it just the class that’s annoying her in general?
Have you got a place to get to higher ground if need be?
I don’t think it’s going to be THAT bad… I just don’t want the sump to be overcome. Brian suggested coming home at noon to check it, but I can do that, part. But if it gets any wetter, it’s going to come in the basement, and I don’t want that.
If I was looking for a pen pal I would not write to soldiers – I would write to old people. Like your bank friend – old people are awesome.
Most soldiers have people to hang out with on base, if they are on deployment kids are sending them handprints and we love you’s and USA pride stuff – and old folks in many instances are just sitting around full of awesome stories and loneliness and waiting to die.
If my dad wasn’t around – the number one thing I would want to do is be a volunteer at an old folks home. They would love to hear about your kids, adventures, and best of all they would love to tell some one their adventures.
What’s up with the weather? It’s been POURING here…and it’s 47. In APRIL. It’s supposed to be in the 70′s.. Not that I am complaining. Our caprine yard crew broke the A/C ground wire, so we have no A/C right now….so I am glad it’s chilly. (Except we’re on kid-watch. I’d prefer it were a tad warmer…but that’s OK. Nubian kids can come in the house….)
Except that a) you have to know someone to write to in a home, b) many of them have difficulty reading, c) many of them aren’t going to write back. The same could be said about old people – they have family and friends that visit them, and church groups and volunteers to make them happy.
I have NOT had good luck with penpals. I had a homeschool mom penpal once… she ended up just reading my blog, instead. I had a Messianic penpale once… she told me she couldn’t write anymore because her husband was changing jobs. (?!) I had a penpal as a teenager, but she’s a working woman now, and has her hands full.
The only luck I’ve EVER had with penpals was writing to soldiers. Except last time I showed up as penpal two months before his tour was over. But this time I found a guy who’s there until November, so… that’s a nice long tour. And not everyone gets mail/care packages. So it’s a good thing, too.