Saturday, September 23, 2017
Joe Mac helped me (okay I did nothing, Joe Mac did it all, but I was able to point at things) fix something on the tractor that I was totally incapable of doing. I knew what needed to be done, and I am generally good for brute strength things, but I could not get the fuc*ing nut off the bold on one of the battery terminals on the riding mower. It was the bane of my day when I would need to fiddle around with the battery cables just to get the mower started. BUT, that is all a thing of the past. While we were out there, this praying mantis was making itself comfortable on the seat of the mower, and it was in the least bit camera shy. We came back a couple hours later, and he was still there. Don't tell the chickens. I had to go into Austin this morning. I had a two-part appointment with one client and another appointment with another client. I was in town longer than I expected to be, but it all worked out. Once I got home, we all went into Georgetown; fed the mule boys, had lunch, made a stop at tractor supply. Then home. A couple more chores for tomorrow, and it is about time to call it a day! Deeds, Actions, Changes, MANTI, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
Friday, September 22, 2017
FRIDAY! How nice is that? Not only is it Friday, but our friends Joe Mac and Carolyn are here visiting us, so that is a great thing. I got into town this morning, first thing was a meeting, then a good class with new members, then a quick taping at the Texas Association of REALTORS®, then a hair cut. PERFECT! On my way home, it rained on me in Austin, it rained on me in Walburg, but it did not rain on the edge of nowhere. On the way home, I called the Walburg Restaurant, just to make reservations for dinner this evening. 'We don't take reservations during OKTOBERFEST, and today is the first day of OKTOBERFEST.' Oh, okay. I cannot quite grasp the concept that OKTOBERFEST starts in September. Granted, I do not speak fluent German, but I do know several curse words and inappropriate phrases in German, be even I know that if the are going to start OKTOBERFEST in September, perhaps it should have been called SEPTEMBERFEST. Just saying... Whatever... So, we left at just a little bit after 5 to head into Walburg so we could try to avoid the crowds, which we did very successfully. On the way into Walburg, the skies opened and there was a deluge of rain. If you look closely at this photo of some interesting clouds, you can see a few rain drops on the window. BUT, I am telling you, the skies opened, and it was a downpour that lasted about 20 minutes. I was totally drenched with rain, but had died out by the time we left the restaurant. AND...not a drop of rain at the edge of nowhere. NOTHING. Deeds, Actions, Changes, CLOOUDS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
Thursday, September 21, 2017
It was an early day, and it has been a long day...not just for me and Jody, but also for our friends Joe Mac and Carolyn who arrived late this afternoon for a long-weekend visit. They live on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi, and the usual 9 hour drive took about 11 or 12 hours today. It seems there was a wreck when they were trying to cross the Sabine River, and it took them a couple hours to cross the river. They would go five or ten feet every ten minutes. But they made it safely and we just got back from a late dinner at the Crossroads Cafe. Good times with good friends! When I was out checking my meters this afternoon, this attractive set of clouds appeared, and I hope you enjoy it. I had an early appointment this morning and it took an hour and a half to get there. Made it back home by eleven. Three hours round trip and an hour or so to meet with the client and get the paper work signed. Jody had an appointment at 12:15, so that all worked out nicely. We got back home at about 3, but that pretty much accounts for the whole day. I have a couple things to do tomorrow; meeting, class, participate in a short video, office, hair cut. Deeds, Actions, Changes, GOOD FRIENDS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
FETISH. Fetish. fetish. Now that I have your attention, I thought I would share my newest fetish with you. This plant is relatively prolific here in central Texas. Jody bought me one several years ago, and it promptly died. That was before I discovered the healthful benefits to water provides to most living things. Like plants. It has taken me until this year to understand the concept that, if you plant something, you have to water said something. So, that is what I do now. It works itself right in with my other compulsive habits. WATER THE PLANTS. So I water. And one of the benefits of watering is the luscious blooms that emit from these plants. The leaf of these plants remind me of a mimosa tree. Mimosa tree leaves curl and withdraw when you touch them, and I have not seem too many of those here in central Texas. I remember them from Memphis. This plant is known by a few names here on the edge of nowhere; Pride of Barbados and New Mexico Birds of paradise. If you want to buy one at Home Depot or some other bg box store, as for Pride of Barbados. Beautiful. Deeds, Actions, Changes, FETISHES, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
I doubt many times that even the finest of all cameras, no matter how expensive or how talented the photographer, can truly capture the beauty of nature. These two rose blossoms are not the loveliest ever seen, but they are brave and doing the very best they can, and they are beautiful to me. There are others on the vine, and many buds, but these two are representative of them all. Daisies all look alike from afar, but up close, they are all different. This particular rose bush is propagated from a rose that survived (1) Katrina and (2) the floods. You should note, those were two separate and distinct events. There was a hurricane which did a little bit of damage to New Orleans and then there was the breech of the levee which is the event that really did the damage. Two separate and distinct events. Conspiracy theorists are still having a hay-day with this, but all I know is, my memento of the event is growing outside the garage. I do not look at the rose without thinking back. I moved to central Texas from New Orleans, and I have been back about four or five times in the decade since, and I am happy to say the city and the rose bush have both survived! Tomorrow will be a pretty long day, a full day of teaching class at our south location, so come on down if you happen to be in the neighborhood and say hello! Deeds, Actions, Changes, BLOSSOMS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
Monday, September 18, 2017
Well, this is just perfect. I spoke with my friend Cass last week, about the credit reporting agency being hacked, and whether or not I should put a freeze on my credit reports. That was the boring part of the conversation. The interesting part of the conversation (aside from all things Bill), was that she had sent me a water color of cows. It seems she had been wanting to paint cows for a while, and while she was visiting with her parents in one of those square, nondescript northern states, she took time out of the schedule (parental escape) to take a cow painting lesson. That is not the same as taking a can of Sherwin-Williams and heading out to the closest pasture when you were a fraternity pledge. This is actually taking a wet brush, smooshing it around in some wet paint, and applying the wet paint to a piece of wet paper, specially made for the task of adhering wet paint to paper. Cass is an accomplished artist, and I envy that skill of hers. BUT I DIGRESS...a day or so ago, I reported to my legion of journal followers that the flora on the edge of nowhere was confused. Pear trees are blossoming, iris are blooming, figs are ripening. Now Cass sent my an original work of art, the subject of which are 'cows of a different color'. Blue and purple to be exact. Don't get me wrong, I am very proud to possess the art work, and I will be taking it to the frame shop post haste, but it reminded me after dinner this evening (as I was watering the flora around the house) that our neighbors have a cow that thinks it is a cat, we have a chicken that thinks it is a duck, we have a barn cat that thinks it is a raccoon, and we have two dogs that think they are people. It is very distressing. I sent Cass of Vera, my dearly departed former favorite chicken. Can't wait...
Sunday, September 17, 2017
I finished most of the things on my 'to done' list, all except the really important staff, and I choose not to share that with you right now. Once that is done, I will heartily share the gory details with you. I did get a few things transplanted and (perhaps) saved a toad. I am pretty sure this toad was not in the pot that I placed the Turks Cap in just to keep it upright last Thursday (maybe Wednesday). But today with I planted the Turks Cap, there was this great big toad. I laid the clay pot sideways in another bed, and a while later he/she/it was no where to be seen. The camouflage is pretty good, you have to admit. I assume it is a toad, since I tend to think of frogs are green in color. Feel free to correct me if you know what particular species of toad, frog or poodle this particular specimen occupies on the tree of life. I went into Austin to show one property this afternoon, which is my excuse for not having taken care of the important stuff that was on my list. It was a perfect excuse. I did get the cattle a bale of hay, and I did get the chicken coop cleaned, and the garbage can taken up to the road. I finished cutting the grass, too. There are always things to get done out here on the edge of nowhere. Deeds, Actions, Changes, TOADS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!