I haven't been posting as often as usual, I know. For one thing, I usually do my blog entries in the wee hours of the morning; this time of year, I have no desire to sit at a computer during the best part of the day, which in my opinion starts when I hear the earliest bird singing outside and lasts until the sun has totally shown itself above the eastern horizon. In order to get the full benefit, I am outside with my coffee for at least an hour each morning. When I finally come inside, poor Cliff is languishing in bed yearning for coffee, having been calling my name in vain for many grueling minutes. So far his caffeine addiction has not forced him out of bed to make his own coffee.
Saturday we rode to Jamesport, our favorite Amish settlement. I got on the Triple A site and mapped a new route. Toward the end we got off course, but it was a lovely day and an enjoyable ride all the way. As you can see, that nasty smudge is back on my camera.
While we were eating dinner at the Mennonite restaurant, a cute little girl decided to play peekaboo. I love the fried chicken at this place; it tastes EXACTLY like my mom's fried chicken. I eat it and I am a kid again.
Some have inquired about my daughter: Right now she is playing the waiting game. She has an appointment with the plastic surgeon Wednesday. After that, hopefully they will get her scheduled for surgery.
Also, some of you have asked questions about Titan, my grandson's great Dane: Actually, he's doing much better on his medication. They are trying to keep him from playing too roughly, per the vet's instructions. Someone asked how old he is... he's a puppy, really, all 120 pounds of him; I think he's ten months old. The thing that causes these dogs trouble is that they grow too fast for their bone structure, and if they are too active between the ages of six months and one year, it can mess up the hip bones or sockets or some such thing.
In my yard, the iris are getting ready to strut their stuff.
We missed Church for two Sundays, but got back in the swing of things yesterday. We both agree that going to church and getting together with a group of neighbors on a regular basis actually defines the coming week. And to think the thing that got us back to church was a casual statement by a Facebook friend I hardly know who actually doesn't attend church regularly, as far as I know.
I've decided to rethink my plans for my next dog: I will start with a mongrel puppy and nip any strange hangups in the bud. I will (grudgingly) make it an outside dog, because that would make Cliff very happy, and I will hope and pray it doesn't get hit by a car on the highway. I'll be careful what breeds are in its background (no collie or sight-hounds), because then I won't have to pay a vet for that expensive heartworm and flea preventative. I will do what I did with Mandy and give it Ivermectin by mouth once a month. Works just fine, as many experienced coon-hound breeders have told me. My only expenses will be dog food and the occasional vaccines.
I told Cliff my plan and he said, "Well at least wait until we're back from vacation."
I told him I am not really planning on getting a puppy right away. I still have psycho Iris around. The only way I would take on a puppy before Iris is gone is if a cute one came to my door by chance.
Local folks, this is not an invitation to drop puppies off at my house. Just so you know.
Today has been the most lovely day we've had in months, and wouldn't you know it... Cliff got called in to his little "sometime" job for the week, so there is no chance of a motorcycle ride.
We were going to bring Bonnie-the-Jersey-cow home, along with her son, over the weekend; but it didn't happen. We had company Saturday, and it was raining Sunday. Hopefully the mud will dry up in the next day or two so we can load them up and bring them home before Cliff leaves for work at 1 P.M. As you can see by the above picture, the two cows that are still at home are doing a lot of grazing, now that the green grass is coming up.
I'm sure I am not the only person getting phone calls on behalf of people running for president. I have decided to never vote for anybody who invades my privacy by placing phone calls to my home number.
There's a really terrible new television show that I can't stop watching, GCB. It's like junk food, only it's a TV show. I'm hooked for now, but I'm pretty sure I'll be tired of it in a month; it's unbelievably stupid.
I'm getting pretty frustrated with people not being able to comment on my blog. I would switch to Wordpress if I could ever figure it out.
I finally remembered the tune to my song "Patchwork Quilt".
Almost all the seeds I planted in my garden have sprouted, everything except the peas.
As I was doing this entry, my daughter's two girls came to visit. I told them their cousin Amber has been asking for noodles. I was putting her off because Cliff won't be home this weekend, but now we have decided to have a "granddaughters' noodle-and-mashed-potato day" on Saturday. Because we can.
That's your daily report from Redneck Road.
We went to my granddaughter's basketball game last night. She made a couple of valuable moves. That's her on the far right.
We have a water softener, and we always flush. But for some reason both bathroom stools had a brown ring at water level. I had tried EVERYTHING to remove it. I had tried every formula Google had to offer. Nothing seemed to faze these nasty-looking rings. In a last-ditch attempt at the search for an answer, I saw the mention of pumice. I've never had any kind of experience with pumice, although I've read that it's good for smoothing up rough feet or something like that.
I bought the above stuff, and it took off the stubborn stains in twenty seconds. I tried it on a rust stain on my stainless steel kitchen sink. It took it off.
Now everybody knows I'm not Miss Good Housekeeping, so maybe I'm the last person on earth to hear about this product. But if you haven't tried it, you should.
