Monday, January 16, 2017

What a long weekend!

Roads were icy, church was cancelled.  I can't seem to settle down to reading a book lately, but I watched more TV in the last two days than I usually watch in two weeks' time.  We have Netflix, thanks to the grandson's generosity in letting us use his account, and Amazon Prime video because it comes with our Amazon account.  So there are plenty of options.

If I were the only one here (thank God I'm not), I would get rid of Direct TV, but Cliff loves football and hates watching commercials, and I'm not going to take away his main pastime as long as we can afford it.  Saturday as we sat listening to sleet pecking against the windows, I mentioned "Smoky and the Bandit"; we agreed we'd both like to watch it again.  Netflix didn't have the movie, but on Amazon we could rent it for 24 hours for $3.99.  Cliff said, "That's nothing.  Go ahead, let's watch it." 

It was worth it.  I watched Pulp Fiction at some point while Cliff was watching football.  Netflix has a remake of "One Day at a Time", a show I enjoyed in the '70's; I've fallen in love with the new version.  It's much better than the old one!  I mentioned this on Facebook and a friend suggested I watch "Alive Inside", a Netflix documentary. which I confess was the best thing I watched all weekend.  People living in rest homes who hadn't responded positively to anything in years came alive when they heard familiar music from their past.  Very touching.  I told my Facebook friend that I'll now stop worrying about dementia and start making a list of songs I think will bring me to life:  the old hymns people hardly sing any more, plenty of folk songs, and some classic country.  Seriously, if you get a chance, watch the movie.  We loved it.  Netflix has many fantastic documentaries.  I enjoy some of the stand-up comics, too.  I've loved good stand-up comedy ever since "The Danny Thomas Show"in the 50's.  I'd watch the show each week in hopes they'd show Danny doing his routine in a night club, even though there was never more than two or three minutes's of it.    

It's raining this morning, which means we probably won't have Cora for at least a couple of days.  Rain puts her daddy out of work.  I recall when Cliff worked construction jobs how I hated never knowing how much money was coming in.  

I try not to even think about the political climate right now because there are things I can't control that make me very uneasy.  Let's just say I'm scared, and let it go at that.  Blah.

The fox I hadn't seen since before the last snow appeared in our back yard yesterday.  I was relieved to see him, but a little nervous that he was so close, knowing how foxes like chicken dinners.  A friend told me it's their mating season, so perhaps he was looking for a girl friend instead of lunch.  

That's all I have today.  God bless us every one.  

Here's a song I can't get enough of lately.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Icy morning

The local news stations have had a blast predicting Icemagadden all week long.  It was originally supposed to start on Thursday and last throughout the weekend.  Here it is Saturday and yes, we do finally have ice.  It isn't a heavy coating that would cause power lines to break, but it could certainly cause an older person to break if she (I) slipped on it.  I sprinkled dry laundry detergent on the back deck and steps so I can safely get to the grassy areas of the yard, where I'm not likely to have a problem walking.  A Facebook friend reported that her husband saw cars off the road due to slickness.  We're scheduled to receive a larger amount of ice tonight and into tomorrow.  That means filling containers with water just in case, because when the power goes out, we have no water available.  Just one of the joys of living in the country with a well for your water supply.

I have weaned our two steers, so of course they think they're dying of starvation while putting away about half-a-bushel of grain (calf starter) and half a bale of the best alfalfa hay I've ever seen.  In another week they'll be three months old.  No more mixing up milk replacer twice a day!

The tickets have been purchased for my trip to Cozumel with my daughter and her husband.  We won't be staying at a fancy resort, but with a longtime friend of theirs.  To be honest, I think I'll feel more comfortable with that type of lodging than I would with a fancy resort where I'd be constantly embarrassing myself and my family with my lack of "class".  I am going to have to buy a swimming suit, and I don't look forward to that.  I don't go around mirrors much these days.  (You don't need to click on that link.  I just happened to remember a song title as soon as I typed that last phrase, and put the link there for my own benefit.)

My only outside chores now:  Make sure the barn cats have food and water, keep the calves in hay and (unfrozen) water and feed them grain twice a day, and tend to the chickens.  Only one of my pullets is still laying; I guess the sub-zero temperatures discouraged the others, because normally pullets lay eggs throughout their first winter.  I suppose that one egg costs me about $3 if you figure in the cost of chicken feed.  But I don't keep chickens to save money, I just enjoy them.  Even though there are only four of them, they do dispose of a lot of our table scraps.  They especially enjoy stale bread.

For some reason I can't attract desirable birds to my feeders, just sparrows for the most part.  Since those sparrows eat a large share of the chicken feed when I leave the chicken house door open, I don't feel inclined to watch them eat up all my song-bird seeds, so I'll probably give up on attracting wild birds this year.  I hung out a couple of those thistle-sacks that used to draw finches here, but haven't seen a single finch at them.  I imagine the problem is that I haven't put any feeders out for two or three years and the birds gave up on me.  

That's all I have for this morning.  Here's hoping our power lines don't go down.  Now I'll just hunker down and try to stay safe.

Peace.