Why I am going to discontinue this blog-too few readers. Let me elaborate.
I am not writing the blog for my own sake as some bloggers do. There is no need w/i me that shouts "I must ne heard!".
I recently read some of the posts of one of the most popular blogs in blogland. It was almost a step-by-step log of her daily routine w/ commentary that sounded like an open mike to her brain. And her audience loves it! The comments were in the hundreds and totally agreeing w/ her observations on why a 4 year old changes the channel when the commercial comes on. These same women-yes, they were all women if their names were accurate-were grousing about the time kids spent in front of the TV. If the kids could type they would be grousing about the time mom spends reading and posting blogs.
I am writing it for you, dear reader, but my interest is waining. To write of what has already happened is like a constant version of "what I did on my summer vacation". I am not a typist but a self-taught, hunt 'n pecker w/ who is missing a couple of finger tips. So the editing is a big deal and I get tired of fooling around w/ it. Please don't reccomend the spell check. My pop-up blocker throws up when I try to use it..
If I write of what can be or should be and in a broader context than the farm it is kind of weird because there is no feedback. Picture yourself sitting in a chair and talking to the wall. You can say whatever you want and you will get no arguement, no feedback. So if I say that all redheads are dorks, well who's to argue?
If you want to hear from me and know what's happening on the farm, then you make the effort and send me an e-mail (email@example.com) and I'll respond.
Do I sound grouchy? Well, I not. I just have better things to do than trying my hand at being clever or entertaining and not sure of accomplishing either.
Life after the corporate world
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Why I am going to discontinue this blog-too few readers. Let me elaborate.
Monday, October 23, 2006
An update-it's more than cellos & oboes.
Went blasting thru the woods on the way to learn about coal. J always takes this backroad that is about the most scenioc thing around. In one stretch we went down and thru a series of esses and the woods were illuminated in orange w/ black trunks. No cello or oboes, just Placido singing an aria from Turandot and the sweetness of his voice and the colors made me think of the ending lines from American Beauty about the sorrow of all the beauty that you know will fade so you relax and let it run thru you like rain.
Return trip. A soprano singing an aria from Tosca as we entered the esses. To hear a high C being held and watch the colors blur because your eyes are a bit moist...that's living!
Sunday, October 22, 2006
So now I'm in a splint...and we call that progress. I have home therapy to do for the arm along w/ therapy for the shoulder and that's how my day goes. For those w/ a fashion conscious sensitivity the new splint is black. So, to recap, the full arm cast was red, white & blue; the short cast was lime green and I'm topping things off w/ black. Quite the ensemble I'd say. The real therapy begins next Friday and I can hardly wait. Been thru that w/ my hand and I know pain when it comes.
We are somewhat past our full autumnal color and you can hear the cellos & oboes playing softly in a minor key carried by the soft but cool breeze. My time of the year. We minor melancholics are the true sensors of the ether. We find our lives in colors of muted shades and somber tones and so ripe for reflection.
Ahhh...the cello is in a lower register now and some think it is the trees in an agony. Alas, it is only the symphony of change that never ceases to sound the same each year yet different to those who seek the soft shadows and not the glare of the sunlit meadow. Give me a cloudy fall day w/ lots of color and add a soft mist or light rain and I'm ready to sit and dream.
Yessiree, the long sleeve shirts are out from the back of the closet-the heavy flannels hang together like murals depicting work in the woods and the lighter shirts in lighter colors don't hang like the flannels but appear to be ready to "get on with it".
Also now confined to the back of the closet are the faded and somewhat thin Dickies. I can get but a season out of them and then they are so thin that they become hay pants for the next year, i.e. thin, light and you don't stick to them. Season over? Throw them away.
Our busiest times of the year-spring & fall. Natures busiest? Spring & fall. Notice a pattern here.
Well the bell just sounded for the filling of the last water tank-oh how I miss those automatic waterers. Now that we have freezing temps it's back to schlepping hoses. Bye.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
O me of little faith...
I was watching da Bears last night and gave up w/ 5 minutes left-they had just had their sixth turnover, the Cardinals were on the Bear's forty yard line and I saw no future except to lose more sleep so it was off to sleep I went.
This morning's front page of The Trib blares "Bears Miracle Win...". Of course I had to punish myself by reading the play-by-play which features an 80 yard runback and an outstanding defense that really got ball hungry. Poor me.
Cold (50 defrees) and raining. Wood stove is cranked up and the pipes are a creakin'. Cows don't mind so should I?
Reading a book about a writer & editor for The New Yorker who does his best to learn cooking by apprenticing to various chefs hoping to learn something of the trade. The book is called "Heat" and it reads like a novel in which you know how it is going to end but can't figure out how it gets there.
If I get an answer from a certain politico I'll publish my e-mail to him & his response. If no response I'll write him off as another reason for the system being broken.
Time to go and ice the shoulder.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
This afternoon I washed dishes w/ a power washer.
These were not our dishes but the cows. As the freezing weather approaches, we have to get our winter water systems up and running. Part of this process involves washing their water tanks w/ the power washer; while I was at it, I washed their feed pans. Ain't I a good dad?
We probably have over three cords of wood stacked and are using it now that the temp has dropped. Because this is the first full year we will be using the auxillary wood stove we have no idea as to what we will need.
A friend gave us some elk steak and we fixed it last night-tasted like our grassfed steer. Tonight we made it into chili and that really hit the spot.
News on the local scene. Bozo Kurt notified his uncle, Scottie (of local Piper Cub fame) that he had until next spring to move from the garage where he has his auto repair business. Scottie has been there 50 years! Don't know what is behind this except Kurt is finally getting married. Guess even his mother (Scottie's sister-in-law) got tired of having him underfoot.
So Scottie is doing what every red blooded 81 year old man would do-he is building a shop behind his home. Guess the 1/4 mile commute was getting to him. And what does Scottie say about all of this. "Just wish the little ____ had the integrity to tell me himself that this is what he wanted instead of having a lawyer send me a registered letter."
I'm off to make popcorn for our movie date that starts in 10 minutes. So don't call me to ask for some elk chili.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
So now it's green, the cast, that is. (Like that sentence?) When they cut the full cast off and I tried to move my wrist I knew then that there was more cast time ahead for me. So really the big decision was what color to choose. I chose lime green and it looks pretty cool if I do say so. After the old cast was off and we were waiting for the x-ray, I told my now exposed left arm about all the things that it missed but it was saddened by all the things that we are not getting to. I tried to cheer it up by telling it that the rest of the body appreciates the rest and the right shoulder is recovering nicely from tendonitis. Apparently the arm had difficulty hearing w/ the full cast but expects to participate in the body's experiences more fully w/ the short cast.
To help the left arm out of its funk, we began cutting the BIG pile across the road. I had been using the chainsaw to cut blowdown and the left arm was able to handle it as long as the cuts were around mid-body in he8ight. The two piles of logs-about 50 in number (each 1' or so in diameter and 20' long) ranged in height from ground level to 7'. So, Don & Sandy, who own half the pile started cutting and splitting and Joyce & I used the tractor to move bucket loads to the shed for stacking. This is working well AND we had Laurie come by yesterday & Nancy today to lend a hand. At the end of yesterday we estimated that we had 1 1/2 cords stacked. I estimate we will burn between three & four cords per winter.
And speaking ofwinter, we made our air reservations to visit Dereck, Jen & the boys over Christmas. Now we have to line up the help to keep the place running while we are gone.
J is out loading her tractor cart so I better get mysely and the tractor moving before she clobbers me w/ one of the splits.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
I know...I know...but time passes and I've been lazy. The shoulder has tendonitis and I'm in physical therapy for another two weeks. I see the doctor on Wed. regarding the break and I am hoping the cast will come off to be replaced by nothing. In retrospect, I should have pushed for a short cast then I wouldn't have to face the prospect of therapy for the elbow; but then I wouldn't have a red, white & blue cast.
Finished (hopefully) the brush hogging yesterday and had a sore back last night. The hours on the tractor were spent kind of bent over because the lever to disengage the pto is on the left and I can only operate it w/ my right hand so you have a lot of crossover action.
Today 6-8 cords of logs will arrive for cutting and splitting...as soon as I get the cast off and can handle the saw.
How's this for an idea? We lose a lot of time moving equipment around to the various fields often pulling w/ the tractor. If I had another tow vehicle then the tractor could stay idle and just the truck and new tow vehicle could do the moving, i.e, J & I could do the towing at a faster clip.
My recommendation-a Porsche 911 Turbo w/ Tiptronic S tranny. At 480 hp and 0-60 in 3.7 sec. I think the hay wagons will really fly down the pike. Stopping a full wagon should be no problem w/ 14" ceramic brakes. The beauty of this vehicle is that it is all-wheel drive. My preliminary search shows a dearth of suitable mud tires but the hunt continues. Further research will be needed to raise the body several inches for ground clearence and mounting a 10,000 lb. bumper hitch.
Nothin' dull about farm life.