Thursday, August 4, 2011
Close to Nowhere
Did you vote?
• Tuesday morning when I stopped at the Laws Hill Community Center to vote, the parking lot had cars in it and I actually had to stand in line to vote! I was delighted.
Normally, at about 7:10 or so, I’m one of the first two or three to vote. I think I was ninth this time.
Why isn’t every election like this? Every election is important!
• My youngest brother Danny has been visiting us a bit. He’s having some serious health problems and is in and out of the hospital. I babysat his dog, Maggie Mae, for a week or so and became very attached to her.
Normally, with just Pop, Kris and me in the house (unless we’re “babysitting” our granddaughters), I don’t cook a lot anymore. We just grab whatever is there (in my case, Ramen noodle soup works perfectly!).
But, with Danny there and really, really needing to put some weight on (not a natural condition at my house, I assure you!), I cooked while he was there — poppyseed chicken, spaghetti, tuna fish sandwiches — a particular favorite of his — and we made lots and lots of iced tea.
I made a strange discovery with the iced tea — I prefer that to diet Pepsi! And I am a true diet Pepsiholic!
We all got used to eating regular home-cooked meals. I’m going to have to hurry and break that habit or I’ll be cooking every day again!
• We had a tragedy at our house last week — Remy’s border collie ‘Tater’ got out and ate Meredith’s chickens. We thought for a day or so Tater had eaten all of them, but Thursday morning we discovered Rosalie pecking around the front yard as usual.
I really miss Prince Charming in the mornings. It’s not the same with just Donkee braying. Charming should be announcing the sunrise along with him.
• Donkee is an escape artist. As long as he’s in a pasture with Dude, our 23-24 year old horse, he’s happy as a donkey can be.
Put Dude in another pasture and Donkee will jump the fence and go stand and graze outside whatever fence Dude is grazing around.
Monday morning, just as Kris and I were leaving for work, there was Donkee standing by the side of the road, next to the pasture that Dude was in.
I ran and got Meredith, who was the only one home at her house and then got a bucket of feed to tempt Donkee.
Wasn’t necessary. Mere walked around, grabbed Dude’s halter, sleep-walked him into Donkee’s pasture as Donkee trotted right behind him.
Just as well — I’d filled the bucket up with rabbit food. Mere said Donkee wouldn’t eat that...
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