Tuesday, February 28, 2012

We're Not Here for a Long Time; We're Here for a Good Time #11

I ran across a plaque with that sentiment while unpacking. It was given to me by a close friend who died of cancer. She had such a great attitude that she changed and enriched me. It sits on my desk, clamped to my basket of pens and pencils (I still find need of those every once in a while), where it stays in my peripheral vision.

That state of mind is important when we have a dust/tumbleweed storm one day and a snowfall the next. Those two days together equal mud by noon on the second day. Snow doesn't seem to last long and the ground soaks it up. Frank came in sputtering that he didn't even step in the mud but had it caked on his shoes. It took me a full-size bath towel to get Rusty's paws de-mudded. Gee - I can't wait until there are 3 dogs running in and out.

Also a good state of mind to keep when the doctor bills from last October that insurance I had didn't cover come rolling in with pay up or else notes on them. There was one good one among them that offered to write it off if I filled out some paperwork. No guarantees but it could happen.

I seem to be walking differently. My jokes about being a prairie chick must have something to do with it. I've always had a little hitch in my saunter, more than likely due to the way I'm shaped. My derriere could give J-Lo's extensive backside a run for her money. I found myself kind of clomping like a farmer instead of swaying like Marilyn as I walked across the yard. Must be gazing out on the orchard and garden or the neighbors horses that does it. Just wait until I get my Ariats! These boots were made for walkin'!

Lance and Christie will be all moved in by the weekend. They've brought one load, two to go. I saw a post by him on Facebook telling some friends to stay tuned for the first barbecue. That sounds like fun. Hope we have grass in the yard by then. No, I won't even think about the mud factor.

I'm here for a good time for as long as I have.

10 comments:

  1. What an adventure. Tumbleweeds. Snow. You'll never be bored. Enjoy every moment.

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  2. Boredom is one problem I don't think I'll have. LOL

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  3. Next thing you know we'll all be sending you cheap towels and snow brushes! I guess this just proves that every place in the country has its unique weather -- I think you give Minnesota a run for its money. Good luck to Christie and Lance as they finish moving in. I hope it's one big happy family, just as you've been dreaming! keep on having fun!!

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    1. Thanks, Liz! I have one of those tall laundry baskets full of rag towels. I'll probably washing them every other day!

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  4. Hang on in there, Honey. It just gets better and better. xxx

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  5. You are going through what I went through in 1972 when I moved to a rundown farm in northern Minnesota. I didn't know I could write about all the things, big and small, that are strange and different.
    Enjoy the adventure!

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    1. Are you still there, Ana? Would love to hear how it all worked out for you.

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  6. I realize all the work and dismay of using a whole bath towel for doggy paws and having boots heavy with mud. But your new life sounds exciting and full of something new to discover every day! Great writing material! So enjoy your blogs!!! Julie Maidment -- maybe one of the commenters would be able to help me choose a "profile?" I have no idea what any of those words mean except annonymous!

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    1. Hi Julie. If you go to Google.com and open an account, so to speak, you can then have your picture post, etc. It doesn't cost anything. You can set up a profile and get all complicated but don't really need to. Just get your name and picture. Email me on FB if you have trouble.

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