Desert Potpourri

Boss Freedom Gone

2011-06-30T09:58:00.000-07:00

It has not rained for four days. Well a little sprinkle here or there but not the cold lashing down pour of the last few weeks. The mornings are like summer LOL. I haven't worn my coat to walk Boss this week. Boss is being unruly these days just like a kid you give them an inch and they take a mile. When we first moved out here to the country I let him run free. We were walking together but he sometimes took off chasing a gopher. As long as he stayed in sight It was ok. Then these little forays got further and further afield. It has became a game he will try to leave and I call him back. He runs up to me and looking up with begging eyes, can I go play?, I pet him and say OK at which he takes off, before I can turn around he is half way across the field and no amount of yelling on my part will bring him back. He is on a mission freedom from Mom.

Another little trick he learned, we are out walking and he crawls under the fence. I tell him to get back on the road, he does and then picks up the pace till he is in front of me waits till I am looking the other way and dashes under the fence going full tilt running away as fast as he can.

Last week the dogs next door found a rattlesnake. We have a lot of sagebrush and rattlesnakes like to hide in there. So it is back on the leash for Boss. I can't let my baby be exposed to such a dangerous world. I have to protect him.

Butte

2011-06-25T14:49:00.000-07:00

Have had computer problems for the last two weeks. Hopefully solved.

We left Billings under murky skies. Reports were out that most of the surrounding areas were under flood. I went back to the Yellowstone to see if I could get in and retrieve any of my belongs. The road was blocked but we decided we could walk in. The mud was slippery and water still stood in low places. Joy o Joy the chairs were on top of the table where I had place them for safety. My now water filled chuck box was beside them. Since it held mostly cutlery and cooking utensil that was not a problem. My tent was gone. I don't know if it washed away or walked away. We have three with us so it will not be missed. I am just glad Boss and I weren't washed away.

The rain continued to pour as we drove toward Butte. We checked into a local downtown motel. Butte 's older area has an aura of faded glory. Buildings of beautiful stone and artiecture are boarded up and empty. Once a thriving cooper mining community it has gone the way of Bisbee and other former glorious and prospers cities that produced ore to run telephone wire and built the west. The motel and the area around it had seen better days and for the most part were empty. I wasn' t going ( couldn't) to spend the 100 plus dollars that the chains wanted.

Later I ordered a pizza. When I stepped outside imagine my surprise to see the parking lot full and a lot of coming and going. I closed and locked my door and settled in for the night.The motel was "busy" all night cars leaving , radios playing, the occasional sound of breaking glass, laughter and loud talking. My phone rang about 2:00." Is everything all right"? "Yes " I replied. Dial tone. Boss woke me up at six. I dressed in my coat and hat it was still cold outside and drizzling. We slipped out the door, imagine my surprise the formerly filled parking lot was almost empty. Beer cans littered the area with the random vodka and cheap wine bottle. Either my fellow travelers were early risers or I had spent the night in a hurdy gurdy house.TBC

2011-06-14T11:14:00.000-07:00

Did you ever read a story and just when it got intresting to be continued were the next lines. Well that is the way I am going to tell this story. Two weeks ago I left you on the banks of the yellowstone river. My tent was under water and mud filled the campground. I had no choice but to drive back to Billings and find shelter. The skies were a dirty grey and continued to leak moisture as I drove north. The surrounded areas were all flooded as water rose and washed out roadways.

The motel was a welcome relief from the cold wet rainy weather. A hot shower and some warm tea and i felt like a new woman. Boss was very happy to be out of the drippy world,. he sat on the bed and did not even lift his head to go out. I couldn't afford to live in a motel all summer so I had to find another solution.

Craigslist would maybe hold the answer. I hopped on and looked up RV's.The first day nothing seemed promising, but the next morning I spotted just the thing, it was small and in my price range. I called and drove across town to view my hopefully new home on wheels. It was perfect. Just the right size for me to feel comfortable driving and enough room to get around. I was ready to put down my cash when I spotted a stick in the middle of the floor. I asked "is this an automatic" "no" the young man replied. My hopes were dashed I just could not see myself shifting gear across the country. I drove away disappointed. But I knew something would turn up

2011-05-25T11:23:00.000-07:00

I woke up cozy, warm and comfortable this moring. I had a hot shower and sat on a toilet without the cold morning air blustering through an open door. Where did all this luxury come from? I checked into a little cabin last night. Just one room but heat, TV, frig and microwave WOW!

I had stopped by city hall yesterday too see if they though the park would flood. The very friendly receptionist said it was not predicted but she had seen it flood under just such circumstances. I took her advice and checked into the little cottage. Went to the campsite and loaded up the cooler and a few other things I needed. At about seven I went back to camp to check on things and decided at the last minute to grab Boss's doggy bed and my sleeping bag, even though we didn't need them in the cabin. I placed the camp chairs on top of the table and left my chuck box on table; the tent stayed anchored where I had pitched it the day before.

This morning I drove to the camp. As I turned down the road that goes across the bridge and leads to the turnoff I could see flashing lights and people wearing police vest lined up along the road. Traffic was moving slowly both directions. I drew abreast of the flashing lights, I saw sandbags piled along the road and dirty brown water trying it's best to find a path onto the roadway. I asked "can I get into the campground "? "No it is under water" "You can turn around at the entrance".

At top of the hill I could see into camp, there sat my lonely tent. My carefully prepared firewood was under water. The chairs and other things on table were still there in a sea of mud and water. I don't know if they will be tommorrow the river is still rising and it's guess what? RAINING

Rain Rain Go Away

2011-05-24T14:05:00.000-07:00

It has been raining, raining and raining. Did I mention it was raining. The tent is dry but everything else is dripping. My shoes squish when I walk, the cooler has to be wiped off before opening and the bedding feels damp. Yesterday we got a reprieve in the afternoon, I collected firewood and put it under a trap. No such luck today, Boss is very unhappy he does not like rain. I don't know how his bladder can hold out so long but he waits till there is no raindrop noise before he asked to go out.

The river we are camped by is swollen and moving quickly. The rushing water is muddy and fearsome, if you fell in I guess you would end up in the Mississippi somewhere. That is if you didn't freeze to death

The rain has delivered a delicacy: morels: I had a skillet full for dinner last night. Delicious and lived to tell about it. LOL I confirmed species with two locals and did research on Internet, was sure I was safe.

The trees have finally leafed out The delicate little leaves are pale green. a color you only see in the spring.
The robins are chattering in the trees and the morning is filled with the honking of geese. Spring has finally arrived in Montana

What Season

2011-05-18T11:35:00.000-07:00

There is a saying in Montana "we have four disticint seasons sometime all in the same day". Well that is the experience we have had this week. Morning arrived cold and windy the leaves would have been rattling off the trees if they had any, but is is still cold and the little buds have not unfurled there spring colors. Later in the day the wind died down and the sun came out, summer had arrived with temps near 70. Late evening, the sum goes down about eight at this time of year, cold settled in as we huddled around the campfire. A roaring blaze kept our feet toasty warm as we enjoyed libations and a sizzling steak cooked over the open flame. Snuggling in the tent under sleeping bags and blankets we did not even notice the frost, and light snow that fell during the night. That is until I stepped outside at two a.m. for natures call.

Weather aside the day are spent pleasantly reading, tending the fire and watching the birds. I wish I had my bird book so I could identify the little critters. There were some small ones, black backs and white chest flitting through the trees this morning. I think maybe they are of the nut hatch family. Boss is enjoying his freedom when we let him off the lease. There are a great many nookies and crannies to explore. The library is a great place to visit and write but the sun is shinning and in Montana that screams GET OUTSIDE

My Bags Are Packed I'm Ready to Go

2011-05-17T09:30:00.000-07:00

The truck is filled to bursting point. The new neighbor has everything to furnish her new house, my discards. Nice stuff too. I was lucky and so was she, both in the right place at the right time. She left everything when she moved West and now has what she needs to set up her new home . I didn't have to throw away so much stuff or drag it to the Goodwill.

How does one accumulate an abundance of household items in less than two years. Oh that's right I worked in a thrift store. I couldn't resist the pink depression era sugar and creamer. We had to have the second TV, the man of the house watches Cops and I have to have my Gilmore Girls. Three swim suits might seem excessive but they cost a dollar a piece.
So I have stuffed, shoved and pushed everything I want, need or might need in the back of the pickup.

I'm ready to roll down the road. Tank is filled, utilities stopped, apartment passed cleaning inspection, keys turned in. Goodbye Mountain View Apartments.

Let the camping begin. We will travel a short distance to a free camping spot on the Yellowstone River. The town maintains the campgrounds and asks only for donations. It is a lovely area, big trees the largest clover I have ever seen and a flowing river . All we can ask for now is good weather.

Free At Last

2011-05-16T10:30:00.000-07:00

I have spent the last sixteen months working my butt off. Manging two stores required six day work weeks most of the time The creative side of me shut down from worry and pure exhaustion. Now I'm taking back my life. I will once again have time to write and enjoy life.

Don't get me wrong? I enjoyed many thing about my job I met some wonderful people whom I will remember always. Had more clothes than I have ever in my life. When they only cost $1.50 a piece you feel you are not being wasteful. Learned we throw out way too much stuff. Good stuff too, things still in package sometimes. Learned I could live on a lot less money and with a lot less things.

The time has come to move on. Where to go? What to do? That will be revealed in my future. For now I am semi retired. I will travel for the summer and see what turns up.

Oh Where Oh Where Has my little Dog Gone

2011-05-11T16:03:00.000-07:00

We are in the midst of moving. What a lot we have accumulated in two years. Many trips to the trash and Salvation Army have taken place. Last week I had a memorable trip that taught me a lesson. I piled stuff in the back of the truck and on the passenger seat. I decide to take Boss along so he hopped into his bed behing the drivers seat. We pulled up to the donation area and I jumped out the door as a man rolled a cart out to my truck. He pushed the cart up to the passenger door and we unloaded the stuff. Leaving the door open we went around to the back to get items out of the camper shell. I shut both doors thanked him and drove away.

I decide to drive to a nearby town for lunch. They have the best steak fingers in this little local cafe there.
The drive was quite nice, snow is gone and things are greening up. The drive is about thirty miles and I took my time enjoying the scenery. Pulling up to the town park I decided, the responsible dog owner, to give Boss a walk before lunch. I jumped out of the truck and walked to the passenger door. "Boss let's go for a walk". No sound of jiggling chain. "Boss come on." I peered into the back No Boss. I quickly ran around to the drivers side threw open the door and folded back the seat. Frantically I lifted the sleeping bag and looked under it . No Boss!!

The only place I had stopped was the Salvation Arny so he must have jumped out there. I drove "flew" back to town praying , hoping he would still be there and safe. It is downtown in a busy area. I pulled into the parking lot and rushed toward the employee who had helped me earlier. I barely got the words out "'have you seen" he added "a little grey dog. " Yes Yes" . "He was picked up by animal control about five minutes ago."
I drove to the station a few blocks away and told them my story. The very nice dispatcher radioed the animal unit which had just arrived at the shelter. The officer had to come back to town anyway so she agreed to bring Boss back to me. My baby arrived tugging on the lease, jumping on my lap and rubbing his nose on my feet. I explained what happened and she did not give me a ticket for animal at large, a $100 fine. I was so glad my little darling was not lost. I petted him all the way home. He now has a tag with his name, my name and phone number. Each time we stop I look behind the seat to make sure he is in his spot. If they made doggy car seats I would buckle him in; the little escape artist.

Puppy Woes

2011-05-01T11:08:00.000-07:00

Boss is not a happy camper right now. Monday he went to the groomer, he went from biker Dude to Mr. Preppy. If you would like to see biker dude go here When we got to the salon he sniffed at the door and then ran away. I had to tug and beg to get him to go through the door. He was very reluctant to enter the cage, so I had to shove him in. When I came back to pick him up he bolted out of there like a rabbit running from hound dogs. We got in the car and he put his head down on his paws. I told him he was a pretty boy and he looked at me with disdain and turned his head away. He was clearly pouting. All the way home he ignored my attempts to cajole him.

The next day it snowed several inches. My hairless baby was cold and unhappy. He shook his body trying to rid himself of the cold wet white stuff. Our trips outside were brief and he buried himself in the blankets when we came back in. The snow continued off and on all week. His looks seem to say why did you do this to me. He hasn't smiles in a week. It is snowing again as I write. Don't see smiles in my near future.

2011-04-29T11:51:00.000-07:00

If April showers bring May flowers, What does April snow bring?

We got hit again last night. Snow started falling around 5:00 by the time I went to bed we had about three inches. Will this never end? I am so ready for spring!!

Snow Snow Snow

2011-03-22T15:31:00.000-07:00

It started snowing about 2:00 a.m. this moring. Was still going srrong until about an hour ago. Boss wanted to go out. So I drug on my boots, coat, hat, and scarf. Geeze I thought spring started yesterday. The snow was already beginning to melt. Sun shining brightly.

Boss couldn" t decide where to get off the sidewalk. The piles on either side of him were higher than he is. We went around the corner where the building blocks some ot the drifts. He finally found a place that looked promising. Boss plunged bravely through the white, wet, cold stuff that blocked his way. Poor guy he was up to his belly in this unwelcome mess. He couldn"t raise his leg enough to pee in a proper male doggy manner. He truged through the nasty stuff pulling on his lease to reach some bare ground under the eves of the bulding. Ahh with solid ground under him he was able to do his business as a dignified canine should.

On the way back to our building he became intrested in some robins. A flock of these brave or hungry creatures were feasting on the fruit of a tree near our door. The fruit has been on since last summer and is shirvled with freezing and thawing, but I guess if you just flew in from Arizona expecting Spring and got hit with a 4" snow storm shirvled fruit would look pretty good. Such are the joys of spring in Montana.

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Where Will Paths Lead

2011-03-21T07:00:00.000-07:00

My now former thrift store is going co-op. The staff will be running the store. That means I am out of a job. Sooo don't want to leave Montana just when spring is arriving. I survived the cold only to go back to Arizona's hot summer. NOT !!
So I am going camping. Maybe it will lead to a new adventure. LOL. History repeats itself.

White Buffalo

2011-03-20T14:25:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezNKgRbnVPY

Montana Winter Ain't Over Yet

2010-05-06T09:05:00.000-07:00

Old Man Winter beat Jack Frost to the punch and dumped a ton of snow on September 29th. Instead of falls glory of colors we were treated to dull grey brown leaves. The tree branches broke from the heavy wet snow. Winter was here and we had to learn to cope. The snow continued and the ground remained covered with its white blanket. We fell into the rhythm of a Montana winter. Dressing for outdoors included hat, scarf, coat and boots, no running to the mail box in your house coat. Going anywhere was a whole new ritual. After bunndling up, the car had to be started, the snow brushed off and then the windows and mirrors scraped.. Driving slowly became necessary. These extra chores had to be considred when timing you arrival at work.

Walking Boss took on a new routine, The paths we had enjoyed in the summer disappeared and the creek froze over. Our walks were around the apartment building sidewalks which by law had to be shoveled. Here you can be fined if you do not shovel the snow from your home or business sidewalks. When we came in from outdoors my baby had to be toweled dry, his paws pressed into warm water to help melt the snow . He did not like the water dip so I just rubbed his paws with a towel to remove the snow.

As the days shortened and the temperatures dropped I was not anxious to go out at 6:30 for his morning walk. I bought doggy potty pads and put them in the corner. My little man was to well trained, he knew he did not go in the house so he would sit by the bed and yawn or shake his collar. If I did not respond he jumped on the bed and stuck his nose in my face. I gave up and resigned myself to walks in the dark with temps in the teens or worse.

That started eight months ago, I would like to say it's over for a few months. Not!!! We woke up to three inches of snow this morning. Life in Montana will either kill you or make you stronger. Scene from my balcony.

Arizona to Montana

2010-04-13T14:01:00.000-07:00

Woke to overcast skies and big white flakes. The car was already buried under inches of snow. I don't understand how they measure snow but it looked like a lot to me. It is three o'clock and the flakes are still fast and furious. For a woman who didn't wear a coat for forty years it's a different world. How did I get here? Read more of my journey Wildcat to Bobcat here.http://moosh-potpourri.blogspot.com/2009/09/moosh-missing.html

Wildcat to Bobcat

2010-04-10T12:45:00.000-07:00

In March of last year I started this blog. So much has changed in that year. You never know where life will take you. To recap the year and and explain my journey I thought I would link some of the post from the last year. If you are intrested in how I went from Wildcat to Bobcat follow the links below.The Blog begans.

Camping Vacation leads to new life.

Why I stayed in Montana

Saga to be continued...............

March or October

2010-03-14T12:33:00.000-07:00

What month is this anyway? The scene outside my sliding has looked the same for six months. Well it changes a little. Sometimes there is no snow on the trees. The ground began to appear last week but Old man winter blew his top again last night. Two new inches on the ground this morning. Read about my first snow fall here

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March Facts

2010-03-01T07:58:00.000-08:00

Flower: Jonquil

Gemstone: Bloodstone

Beware the Ides of March:. March 17th the day Julius Caesar was murdered

March Roars in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.

March winds and April showers bring May flowers

As mad as a march hare: Hares mating show strange behavior.

Was the first month in the Roman Calendar named after Mars God of War

Saint Patricks Day March 15

Banana Nut Muffins

2010-02-21T16:35:00.000-08:00

This winter I have fallen on the ice twice. This totally knocked my body out of whack causing pain in my shoulders and neck. The pain was so bad in my arms I could not lift them more than a few inches. A co- worker suggested that my diet was causing the arthritis pain. I asked what I should change and she told me to try a gluten free diet. I immediately resisted, after all man has consumed wheat for thousands of years. It was a staple in most diets.

Then I began to think about the wheat today compared to what my grandparent made their bread with. We strip out the nutrients and then add in fake ones. I also considered what was more important; to eat that hot dog bun or feel better. I decided I could do anything for a week or two to see if I felt better.

So on February 9th I stopped eating gluten. I am happy to report that I can now raise both arms over my head without pain. I don’t know if this is because of the diet change or other factors but I am going to experiment with this diet.

In the process I learned there were many flours that were gluten free. I love to bake and frequently eat muffins for breakfast. They are a quick out the door on the way to work morning treat. So the recipe below was my first attempt. They turned out great. The man of the house thought them a tad dry so maybe I will add more bananas in the future.

3 ripe bananas
1/3c. olive oil you could use any but I always cook with olive oil.
½ c. sugar
1 egg
1 tsp. Vanilla
1 tsp. Baking soda
¼ tsp nutmeg
1c. Red Mill all purpose baking flour(gluten free variety)
½ c. Red Mill brown rice flour
1c. nuts
Whisk together oil and bananas till no lumps remain. Stir in sugar, egg and vanilla.
Combine flours, baking soda and nutmeg
Stir together dry and wet ingredients
Add nuts (optional_
I like small muffins so only fill about half full.
Bake 400 degrees ( It only took about 15 minutes to bake.)
Enjoy

Wash Day

2010-02-20T13:20:00.000-08:00

Remember the nursery rhyme this is the way we wash our clothes all on Monday morning. There was a task for each day of the week. All my task fall on Saturday or Sunday which ever one I have off. Today is baking, cooking for the week and washing.

As I was washing some dish towels in the sink I thought of Grandma. Yes the sink, a load of laundry cost $1.50 to wash and $1.50 to dry, so to conserve I wash things in the sink. Granted I bought lobster tails for Valentines day, so I am not always frugal. You have your properties I have mine.

Grandma is the person who taught me to be tight with my pennies and nickels. She also taught me how to wash clothes the old fashioned way. On laundry day a number 10 tub was filled with hot soapy water. The clothes were sloshed up an down with a stick. Very tiring to ten year old arms. Then they were put through a roller to squeeze out the dirty water. Next they were plunged into a clean tub filled with warm water. After more stirring the rinsed clothes were again put through the roller and into cool sparkling well water,
the final rinse. One last time tired arms turned the wooden handle of the old fashioned machine and out rolled fresh clothes. These were hung on the line to let the sun and flower scented air dry and complete the process. A busy long day over, dinner was leftover cornbread soaked in warm milk delivered by our neighbor from his evening milking. Nothing every tasted better. As some say hunger is the best sauce.

Thankful

2010-02-15T05:19:00.000-08:00

I wrote this a few weeks back. I have a fear of posting these days because my spelling skills are so poor. I have tried for years but I can not hear the sounds clearly. Dexyspica (sp) runs in my family. I even played this third grade computer game where you choose the sounds. I failed most of the time. I was hoping google would put spell check back up, but that does not seem to be happening. I am going to post anyway. If someone can tell me how to spell check in blogger I will be grateful.

In this economy everyone is trying to save a buck. This is much different than the over the top indulgance of a few years ago. Even thought I have always been a thrifty peson I too was caught in a spending spree. It's to hot, lets eat out. I'm tired, let's eat out. I need a new pair of shoes, I don't have a green pair. I need five swimsuits for the cruise, I can't wear the same one everyday.
Economic colapase and unemploument for a year brought me to a new place. I have returned to the basics and a simpler lifestyle. We don' t eat out as much. Beans are on the menu at least twice a week. Clothes can be worn a lot longer than you think, if you aren't concerend with the latest fashion.

The new year started along with a new job. We can spend money again! I don't want to return to the indulegent spending of a few years ago. I now have a different set of values in place. When mom's house burned, I told her she lost only things. The things I value most were still there. Her! Her friends and the community around her. They have all come together to provide the material things needed for living and support and comfort. I am very gratful for the sympthay expressed by the town she has lived in for thirty years and the internet community I have been apart of for 11 months.Thanks to all for you well wishes.

Ice Cream

2010-02-14T16:32:00.000-08:00

I was walking down the street last week when an ice cream parlor sign caught my eye. The snow on the ground did not matter it was a warm 38 degrees. I went in and ordered a strawberry cone. Sitting outside in the crystal cold world my memory drifted to another time and place.

We are sitting on the porch watching the cars go by. Grandpa takes out his handkerchief and wipes his brow. “Whew it’s a warm day,’ we rock and listen to the bees buzz lazily by. “I need refreshment Marcia how about an ice cream." “Yes! Yes”, I reply. The aging gentleman rises from his rocking chair and slips his hand into mine. Great grandpa and child set off down the street. As we walk Grandpa talks about the world around us, “The dogwoods are blooming, the hydrangeas are in full color, Miss Cora is a nice soul works with the invalids every week. The pecans are just bursting into bloom, hope we have a good crop this year. Good day Miss Lulu Bell. That’s a fine woman, raised a good brood. She’s a second cousin you know. Oh good afternoon Reverend Hill that was a fine sermon Sunday.” "Glad you enjoyed it Mr. Lee.” “Well we did.” “It was good to see you all in church.” “I was happy to have my family around me.” Reverend Hill stooped down, “I was pleased to see you in church Sunday.” “Thank you sir,” I replied. Tipping his hat he walked away.

We continued toward the ice cream. Miss Daisy, Miss Barbara and Miss Emily all passed and exchanged pleasantries; I was just anxious to get to the ice cream, but Grandpa had to stop and chat and accept the respect of his community. At last the store. “I’ll have a double vanilla, said Grandpa. “What would like Marcia?” “Strawberry,” I replied. A large luscious cone was placed in my hand. My tongue began to rapidly lap up the sweet concoction. The smooth coolness flowed over my tongue and refreshed my whole body. Grandpa and I sat outside under a tree. He said, “Marcia Ice cream is a pleasure to be enjoyed under the shade of a tree on a hot day.” I agreed. After licking the last bit of sweetness we began our trek home. A warm sticky hand was again pressed into an aging one. We had shared an adventure and our souls were secure in our togetherness.

Pain Beats Out Fashion

2010-01-20T00:00:00.000-08:00

Last week I awoke to the sound of dripping. Ah, the spring Equinox. No matter that the calender read January, it was a warm day above freezing, and the snow was melting. I had a workshop to attend and wanted to look professional. My black skirt was perfect with my white blouse and grey cardigan. Those clunky boots would look terrible, why not wear my professional shoes.

The day was so warm I did not even need a coat. I walked confidently out the front door. As I stepped down the first step my feet flew out from under me. I landed on my bottom and then bouced to the second step. It was several minutes before I could get up. Afraid to move or even stand in my slippery shoes I slid them off my feet. I very carefully walked in the snow skirting the black ice that had been my downfall. I returned to the house my shoulder throbbing. I was not going to miss the workshop, I had payed good money to attend, so I pulled on my boots and ignored my pain. I walked into the meeting a little late draggind my wounded wing.

My left arm will not lift above my waist and my body still feels crunched and achy. I am sure nothing is broken. Lucky me, lession learned! I will be wearing the safe clunky boots till summer Equinox.

Boss Ruby Tuesday

2010-01-18T00:00:00.000-08:00

Boss keeping warm

More Ruby Tuesday Here

Does the Media Inform or Incite

2010-01-17T10:39:00.000-08:00

The news from Haiti is devastating, lack of basic necessities, thousands of bodies and utter chaos. We see pictures and hear reporters but what is the real story? I hear over and over that food is there but not getting to the people. I never hear why. Hundreds of first responders are on the ground but medical treatment is scarce. I never hear why. Bottled water has been shipped but water is selling for $8 dollars a bottle. I never hear why.

I wish the reporters would report the news in an accurate manner. I learned in Journalism class you report who, what, when, where and why!!! We never get the why. The reporters I am sure are not going without water or food. So if they can get in to get pictures why can’t they deliver water or food? The news media exploits tragedy for their own gain and does not contribute to the rescue effort.

I felt the same way during Katrina. Reporters sloshing through dank waters showing us scenes to break your heart but not helping anyone. Why don’t the news stations help the effort and report on the good effort they and others are doing, rather than focusing on the things not getting done. Please tell us why.

The Day Begans

2010-01-16T11:23:00.000-08:00

It was a cold snowy January day, the sun was just peeking over the horizone. I felt my arm being jostled and someone calling my name. I snuggled deeper into the covers and said "go away". "You have to get up and feed the baby while your mom fixes breakfast." said daddy. I groaned and tumbled out of bed. My feet slid into my furry pink slippers as I grabbed my matching robe. I staggered down the hallway to the family room. Mom sat by the window, her newest bundle of joy in her arms. I walked over and Mom handed me my baby sister. She wailed as the bottle was removed from her mouth, I quiclkly gave her the bottle and she continued her breakfast.

I rocked the precious newcomer as I gazed upon her face. She had big brown eyes, long dark lashes rested on soft pink cheeks. Her blond hair was wispy around her heart shaped face. The little rose bud mouth suckled eagerly at her mornings nourshiment.

Mom surried into the adjoining kitdchen and soon I could here the sizzle of bacon. As the aroma of the succlent meat wafted across the house the rest of my siblings arrived in the kitchen. Kate helped set the table as Annice and Roy came over to look at their younger sister. "You need to burp the baby" said mommy. I placed my sister on my shoulder and began to pat her back. She let loose with a burp that would have rivled a beer guzzling couch potato. Mom announced that breakfast was ready. I placed the doll in her bassinett and she began to gently snore.

The family gathered around the table and daddy said the blessing. We dove into pancakes drizzled with Mrs. Butterworth's maple syrup. Crispy bacon was quickly gobbled up. Roy stole a piece from Annice when she wasn't looking. All was washed down with cold fresh milk delivered to our door that morning by Mr. Cady from the local dairy.

Breakfast overr the flurry of activity began as we all took turns brushing our teeth, Cries of ouch were heard as mom combed out snarls of hair, "It's the price you pay to be pretty " was the reply if you protested to much.

Dresses pulled over head and saddle oxfords tied we were ready to meet the world. Kisses all around, one for the new baby and we were out the door and off to another day at school.

Happy Birthday baby sister.

Snow Snow Snowwwwww

2010-01-07T19:18:00.000-08:00

November

The song from White Christmas let it snow. My favorite movie. This year I got white Halloween, White Thanksgiving and White Christmas. Be wary of what you wish for.

Doggie Children

2010-01-03T14:20:00.000-08:00

The fairy princess's newest baby.

Sniffing cousins.

Don't you want to play?

I need a rest from all this family.

Was That Santa?

2009-12-21T08:35:00.000-08:00

It was Christmas Eve. Mommy and Daddy were in high spirits. We children were bouncing around excited that Santa would arrive in a few hours. Friends and family dropped by for Christmas cheer, “What will you have to drink,” Daddy asked? Miss Bonnie replied “why your excellent egg nog of course.” Daddy handed her a cup with a wink, " I think this will put you in the Christmas spirit.” She sipped the creamy cool beverage and gasped, “that’s very nice thank you," The Christmas tree was beautiful full of sparkle and light. It held the place of honor in the living room. A roaring fire kept the room toasty warn. Garland was draped across the windows and doorways. Red, green, and gold sparkled and danced in the eyes of the merrymakers. Goodwill enveloped the room as friends exchanged Christmas greetings. Feuds and petty jealousies disappeared as we passed the Christmas wine cup. We children watched the merry making with wonder as we awaited the bigger event Santa’s arrival!

We retired “LOL” were sent to our beds. Prayers said, tucked in and properly kissed goodnight I was now expected to fall asleep. The sounds from the front room were loud in my head. Laughter, clink of glasses, music it all reverberated around my room and kept me from slumber. I must have finally dozed off because I awoke to silence. I lay awake listening, what had happened to the merry making? I arose from my bed and crept down the hall. I stopped and listened, no sound came from the front room. I carefully pushed open the door. Moonlight lumaniaited the room. The tree stood proud and magnificent, lights and baubles sparkled in the moonlight. A low burning fire still graced the fireplace, Suddenly I saw movement, a flash of red behind the tree. I gasped and sank into the shadows. A red clad man: appeared he was placing packages under the tree on the sofa and everywhere.” It’s Santa Claus" I cried! but only in silence I was afraid to dispel the moment. I ran to my room and hid under my covers afraid Santa and his presents would disappear if he knew I saw him.

Christmas day donned. I awoke to the sound of singing, “Santa Claus is coming to town” Daddy was in the living room lighting a fire and turning on the Christmas lights. We children tumbled out of our beds and rushed down the hall. Mommy stood outside the living room door, “wait just a minute and we will all go into together.” An air of anticipation filled the hall, we squiggled and squirmed as we awaited our presents. After what seemed as a lifetime but was only minutes, we entered the room. We gasped and squealed with delight. Under the tree was a child’s paradise. Toys, games, dolls, and presents were everywhere. My much desired skates were under the tree. Roy had a red fire engine with ladder, bell, and siren. Kate had a doll that walked. Annice had a baby doll in a carriage. We girls had a whole kitchen with stove, refrigerator, and a little sink. Games, music boxes, and balls filled the room. Santa had been busy and generous. I sat on the sofa holding my bride doll dressed in her new clothes as I watched my brother peddling his fire engine and my sisters playing with their kitchen. Santa had looked like someone I knew but I was afraid to ask or even think about it. Toys and Santa might disappear. I wanted to remain a child and enjoy the magic of Christmas and Santa for another year.

More Ruby Tuesday here.

Update

2009-12-20T09:45:00.000-08:00

Mom is doing fine. She is out of the hospitable. Several long time friends offered her a place to stay. The insurance company paid for a rental. She is all settled in and has what she needs. Thank you to all for your wishes and prayers.

Sad Day

2009-12-10T19:05:00.000-08:00

Today is a sad day. My 78 year old Mom's house burned to the ground early this morning. She lost everything she owned. Tonight she is in the hospital with high blood pressure and breathing problems. We are so grateful that she heard the smoke alarm and got out. Prayers requested. Sympathy card and donations can be sent to

Jean Wright P.O. Box 756 Patagonia, AZ 85624

The Stroll

2009-12-07T01:17:00.000-08:00

Saturday night was the annual Christmas Stroll. Main street is closed off and the businesses welcome holiday merrymakers. Everyone here seems to have one or more dogs. The dogs were dressed in holiday finery, they wore Santa hats, reindeer hats, and elf hats. It was cold so your dog needs a sweater, coat, or blanket. The creation is only limited to the owners imagination. Horse blankets tied on with rope to ruffled tututs it was all to be seen.

Chestnuts were roasting over an open fire, and smores were toasting over an open flame, an added bonus you get to warm your freezing hands. Want to warm your insides? Hot chocolate was a popular choice; but you could try gloog, hot buttered rum, or a warm chocolate-peppermint liquor.

Food was the usual; hot dogs, chili, bar-b-que and turkey legs. A man asked if I wanted to try fry bread. I come from Arizona where fry bread, cooked by the people who created the fried dough, is a staple at fairs. I wanted to try something more Montana like, so I declined and had a bison burger instead.

Musicians were on every corner; guitars, drums, brass instruments and mini bands added to the holiday spirit and to their pockets with the donation thrown into baskets.

It was an eclectic and happy crowd that ushered in the holiday season. The evening ended; where else; the reaaurant where I enjoyed a glass of wine and conversation wih family and the friends I have met in Montana.

Let it Snow

2009-12-05T14:09:00.000-08:00

On September 30th when old man winter arrived without invitation I was shocked. I had expected fall; a gentle transition; trees turning brillant red, orange, and yellow. I looked forward to an increasing crispiness in the air, the smell of wood smoked drifting across the land, the first frost on the grass; all followed by a light dusting of snow. The New England fall I had read about is not the fall of the Big Sky state. We plunge into winter with a fury. The temperatures dropped into single digits and snow piled up on leaves that were just beginning to turn colors.

I was not prepared. My coat was a jeans jacket. My shoes loafers with no socks. The Fairy Princess had warned me but I didn't listen.

Old man winter didn't care he was here and he did his best work. The heavy wet snow covered everything, tree branches broke and bushes bent low to the ground as winters blanket coated the still green leaves. That snow melted and the leave turned not the fall colors I was expecting but instead a dirty grey brown. Snow fell again and this snow was light and airy. What I believe skiers call powder. It disappeared, bare ground surfaced.

That was all over two months ago. Now I am an old hand at snow. I have three coats, several scarfs, hats, and two pair of boots. Light snow, heavy snow, 32 degrees to 4 below I'm ready. I don't know about the twenty below, I may become a human icicle.

Opening Day

2009-12-01T19:17:00.001-08:00

Opening day went great. There were people waiting to get in the door. I rushed about restocking shelves as merchandise flew off the shelves. No time for pictures.

Here are some pictures from our trip last summer. They have a bit of red.

We visited the four corners area. This is where Az., Utah, Colorado, and New Mexico meet. The dirty tennis shoes of the man of the house are standing in four states at once. They have a spot of red on the lable.

The flags are flying in a stiff breeze. It wasn't cold, but very windy.

More Ruby Tuesday here.

Heat is on tonight. It's -4 already. Burr! Burr!

Tired but Happy

2009-11-30T20:10:00.000-08:00

Worked for the 14th day in a row. Nine hours today. Having a great time but tired. It is exciting. We open the new thrift store tomorrow. Displays had to be finalizes. Bathroom had to be scrubbed, that job went to the man of the house. Bank counted. Backstock ready to go. Visit soon for pictures and opening day stories.

Happy Thanksgiving

2009-11-26T20:00:00.000-08:00

His an her turkeys. The Restaurant Slave Driver deep fried his, while the Fairy Princess roasted hers with oranges and rosemary.

Two cousins battling it out. Gracie is bigger but Boss is holds his own.

You had to wade through dogs in the yard and in the kitchen.

It was a great day. Hope you all had a an enjoyable time.

Gas Pump

2009-11-23T17:32:00.000-08:00

An old fashioned gas pump. I'll bet gas was not $2.50 a gallon when this was operating. I remember when a fiver would fill my 56 Chevy and and still buy a soda and hamburger. Oh for the good old days.

More Ruby Tuesday here.

New Job

2009-11-23T06:33:00.000-08:00

I have a new job. Montana has been good to me. Three jobs in six months. To read about the first job go here. That job slowed down and I got a second job read here about the second job and my adventures.

Which brings me to job number three. I have accepted the position of General Manger at two locale thrift stores. The revenues from these stores support the Help Center; a sexual abuse counseling center, suicide hot line and other help projects.

What a great opportunity, give something back to society and I get to work in a thrift store. I am big on thrift stores. I believe one man's trash is another man's treasure. Going to my own personal treasure chest eveyday, what a joy.

I will miss hearding chickens.

2009-11-22T16:57:00.000-08:00

I got a little behind last week. It was my birthday on Monday and I started a third job that day. More on that later lets jump back to last Saturday the 14th.

Football was the name of the game and we were glad we came.
Mother Nature had dumped three feet of snow earlier in the week, but hearty Montanans won't let a little snow stop their fun.
Hundreds of volunteers plowed, shoveled and sweatted; LOL it's below freezing every day; to remove snow from field and stands. The above section got left out.

The Fairy Princess, Crown Prince, his Fair Lady and the Shining Knight are enjoying the game.

Our team Won! Yahoo! It was a fun day for all except the other team.

Happy Birthday To Me

2009-11-16T20:45:00.000-08:00

Just had a wonderful evening with the fairy princess and restaurant slave drive. They surprised me with Sushi. It was real fun reminiscing, even though with haven't lived close for twenty years we have a lot of shared memorises. I felt at home tonight even thou I am away from many I love.

Land of Oz

2009-11-13T08:41:00.000-08:00

Now I feel like Dorthy. I'm not in Arizona anymore. I walk around in wonder at this new environment. The snow fell all day, some of the drifts were as tall as the children. One of my little marshmallows fell over and was sticking half in and half out of a snow bank, I had to dig her out.

My car had to be dug out of a snow prison last night. The snow plows had blocked me in.

On our walk this morning I was traipsing through snow up to my knees. Boss just gave up and sat down. I had to do a lot of pulling and sweet talk to get him moving again.

This is no place like home.

Nature Notes

2009-11-12T07:23:00.001-08:00

Another day in Montana

Next job get snow off truck, so I can get to work.

Boss had to go so off we went into the falling snow. They said the accumalation was 2-4" but Boss was in up to his belly.

The snow was so deep I could not tell where sidewalk ended. Fell twice but the snow is soft.

More Nature Notes here

Ruby Tuesday

2009-11-10T07:16:00.000-08:00

This quilt caught my eye because I am always looking for red.

More Ruby Tuesday here

Michelle Going Organic

2009-11-09T07:21:00.000-08:00

Michelle Obama has committed an act which has people in an uproar. Did she make a rude remark? No! Did she wear non appropriate clothes? No! Did she snub someone? NO! She simply decided to plant a garden. This decision has agribusiness shouting and thumping their chest. The problem, she is advocating organic practices.

Agribusiness contends that conventional farming produces food that is wholesome, flavorful and more economical. That is true if you like the flavor of hexythiazox. I am not sure what that is but it is one of the ingredients on the chemical fertilizer at the store.

I had to go look at the package because I have been an organic gardener for over thirty years. A friend gave me a copy of organic gardening and I was hooked. To take produce and yard waste and watch it turn into rich brown mulch is fascinating, and guess what? It is free. I never had to spend money on fertilizers.

As to more flavorful, I can't even bring myself to eat a tomato I didn't grow. Why waste the time and money? It taste like cardboard.

The transportation industry says producing local is a charming concept but not practical. What if you want grapes in February. To that I say eat raisins. Our grandparents preserved food for the winter and ate local and seasonal. They were healthy and slimmer than we are today.

So I say to Michelle go for it. It would benefit all if we had a little kitchen garden or even a few plants on a patio.

Nature Notes

2009-11-05T05:52:00.000-08:00

Some scenery on our camping trip from Arizona to Montana. These were all taken in June.

More Nature Notes here.

Walking Boss

2009-11-04T08:42:00.000-08:00

When we lived in Arizona I had only to stumble to the door and let Boss out. He would spend whatever time he wanted in the backyard then curl up in his favorite chair on the back porch. Many mornings he did not lift his head from the bed until 8:00.

Now I have get out of bed pull on three layers of clothes and be drug through the snow on the end of my leash. You read that right. He is in control. He decides which way to go and when to stop and smell the grass, dog poop, or whatever.

Does he wait to 8:00? NO! He is up this morning at 6:10 demanding a walk. And I do mean demanding, first he grabs and tugs at my foot, then he barks, if I haven't moved he jumps on the bed and sticks his nose right in my face.

It is dark at 6:00 so I am stumbling through the grass hoping I miss the dog poop from the 200 other dogs that live here. Boss he doesn't care he has so much energy. That crazy fellow jumped into a stream this morning chasing ducks. It was 24 degrees out. Who is this guy? He use to not even want to go outside if we had a sprinkle.

One good has come out of this. I am getting more exercise. I just wish it wasn't at 6:00 AM! Don't know who Boss is? Meet him here.

Snarling Beasts

2009-11-03T08:12:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I calmed a herd of snarling beasts. The moon is full and I think the gremlins and goblins floating around on Halloween decided to stay and see what mischief they could cause. They took on human host, my children, and arrived at preschool yesterday lusting for trouble.

Such pushing, hitting, poking and hair pulling I have never seen. All accompanied by the inevitable crying. The struggles were everywhere and toys littered the room like the dead leaves on the ground outside. Attention span was about the same as a fly as they buzzed from place to place trying to find an outlet from the beast within.

Missiles began to go off in my head, hands clenched and heart pounded as my own beast raised its ugly head. I knew the explosion had to be controlled, so I took them to pretend land. I waved my magic wand and turned them all into princes and princesses. The castle then fell into rest land as they laid down. I had them do some deep breathing and then very quietly began to tell of floating clouds, shaped like flowers and sweet little kitty cats and rainbows. A calmness came over the room, everyone was still, no small achievement with sixteen two and three year old.

As they sat up and began to dress for outdoors they remained calm and rushed out to play. I sighed with relief. I had tackled the evil demons and banished them from the castle. Hope they aren't back today.

Ruby Tuesday

2009-11-02T07:27:00.000-08:00

This sexy lady greeted us at a resort town in New Mexico. She is set for a day on the lake.

More Ruby Tuesday here.

PMS

2009-10-27T18:28:00.000-07:00

Saturday I attended an expo for and about women. There were exhibitors with anything you can think of related to women. Home depot was giving instruction for those who want to do it themselves. There was a huge amount of information on massage and natural healing. Candles, green friendly were prevalent.

Do you know there is a chocolate that has as much antioxidants as vegetables. At least that is the claim. Eat one square of this delicious chocolate and it is equal to a bowl of spinach. I have to admit I was a bit sceptical, but hey why not give it a try.

One booth was called the PMS project. They asked if I would like to interview. I told them that was part of my past. They were interested in hearing my memories of that time of my life.

As the questions were asked things came out of my mouth that I didn't even know were in my head. Here is a brief summary of some of the question and my answers.

Did you ever feel your feeling were discounted because of PMS?

Oh Yes! many times my real feelings were ignored by family and friends because she's on her period, or she is getting her period.

How did that make you feel?
Very sad and undervalued.

How did that effect your life?
I think I could have been happier If my feelings had been acknowledged. Just because I'm hormonal does not mean that my feelings on a situation would be different. Hormones are not the only force that directs how we perceive or handle a situation.

What would you like to share with others?
This time will pass and things will get better. You then a have other problems like dry sagging skin, but those emotional roller coasters are on a more even keel.

I will be interested to see this film if I get the opportunity. It was a project of a film student. I thought it an unusual topic, but something ever women can relate to.

Head Cold

2009-10-26T17:41:00.000-07:00

Well the power breakfast didn't work. I have a doosy of a head cold. The coughing is racking my ribs and my nose can't decide if it wants to be stuffy or, well that is about all you want to hear. Let's just say I am under the weather.

This little man greeted us at a hamburger joint. He looks like the waiters on trains to me. Maybe in a former life he held elegant pastries or confections for departing guest. Looks as if now he get what ever is thrown on him. Still doing his job just the circumstance has changed. It happens!

More Ruby Tuesday here.

Fall Leaves

2009-10-24T18:12:00.000-07:00

The heavy snow and low temperatures of early October killed all the leaves. Alas there will be no fall foliage pictures to share. The leaves all turned brown and have now filled the sidewalks and streets with their decaying presence.

What could have been a tedious chore was turned into a game on Friday. A teacher racked the leaves into a pile as the children gathered handfuls to fill a pumpkin bag. I have filled these with newspapers in Arizona, I never realized they had a real purpose. Thus the name leaf bag, LOL! The leaves created a much better round pumpkin than my newspaper stuffing. The children laughed, and ran eagerly to fill the growing bag. Leaves were tossed into the air with abandon and fell into hair and on clothes. A roll in the pile was enjoyed by several. What fun it was to watch this childhood ritual that I have only read about. My new environment is filled with an array of previously unknown experiences. Sharing these with the children under my care gives me a child like wonder at my everyday world.

Nez Perce

2009-10-16T06:18:00.000-07:00

On October 5, 1877 Chief Joseph surrendered to the US Calvary near Chinook, now Montana. His tribe had battled 2000 soldiers. He is quoted as saying "Here me my chiefs, I am tired my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more." This is a monument to that event, located in Dead Indian Pass.

Power Breakfast

2009-10-12T18:13:00.000-07:00

Temperatures in the teens, chasing two year olds, walking Boss four times a day, and many runny noses made me decide I needed a power breakfast. First pomegranate-cranberry juice, full of vitamin c and helps lower blood pressure. Next a bowl of oatmeal cooked in skim milk; Calcium and D; loaded with fiber and protein this stick to the rib cereal will keep me going all morning. Throw in a few pumpkin seed and you get some much need magnesium and additional fiber. Sprinkle on some cinnamon, helps control blood sugar and helps reduce bad cholesterol. Throw in some chopped apple it provided natural sweetness, an everyone knows an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Bring it on winter! I'm ready

More Ruby Tuesday here.

Herding Chickens

2009-10-12T08:00:00.000-07:00

Last week proves that life is unpredictable and an old dog can learn new tricks. The weather has been cold and snowy all week. That means children have to wear outdoor gear to play outside. This is hearty country, snow is a fact and we don't let a few flurries or even a few inches stop our lives. Temperature twenty-two, no problem, just dress warmly and have a good time.

My challenge to get eight two and three years old dressed for outdoor play. Remember this is a woman who has not even zipped up a coat in twenty years. Snow pants? How do these boots fasten? What, you need a hat and a snow hood? The names have been changed to protect me.

Susie has all her outdoor gear on, snow pants zipped up, coat buttoned, hat snug over ears, hands snuggled into gloves and snow boots laced with pants tucked in. She is ready to go. Now for Tommy, we go through the same process only problem his boots are tight and we struggle to get his feet in. In the mean time John is trying to climb the shelves to get his favorite toy. I drop Tommy just in time to catch John. Tommy has now taken off the boots we just worked so hard to put on. Seems taking things off is more fun and easier than putting them on. Mary comes over crying because Bobby hit her. I give her a hug and wipe her nose. Then back to Tommy's boots.

Garrett, Katie, and Lucy impatient and bored decide to play puppies and start crawling around the room barking. They tumble into one another and Lucy the smallest is knocked over and bumps her head on the floor, this starts her howling. I race to get her an ice pack for her owee and Katie and Susie decide to join in the crying session. I try to distract Katie by putting her things on. It works and she is dressed without mishap.

I gave them all their snow pants and told them to put them on at the beginning. Some will try others will not. John who is older has his on. I quickly help him with coat, hat and gloves. The gloves just won't go on. Frustrated I say something to the other teacher she glacnces over and says "you have then on the wrong hand." I make the change, things work so much better when you do them right.

Four down and four to go. Susie who has been waiting patiently decides she is ready, why wait, and heads out the door. Her friends ready or not follow. I run to the door and herd them all back into the room. They are admonished and instructed to wait until everyone is dressed for outdoors.

Mary and Bobby just need help with zippers, that is sometimes an easy task sometimes not. There are the zippers that stick and the ones that go up but fail to hold the jacket together. The zippers that refuse to move and the ones that pull the bottom of the jacket toward the top. Zipper with pulls to small for big fingers and zippers with pulls on the inside of the jacket.

Finally success, they look like little marshmallows all bundled in their pink, blue and red snow suits. Everyone is dressed and ready to play. Susie says " someone is stinky". We ask "is it you"? she replies "no." Now comes the sniff test to see if you can locate the source of the offending smell. It's Lucy. Off comes your coat, gloves, hat,and scarf. Off comes Lucy's hat, coat gloves etc., etc., etc.,

Such are the challenges of living in Montana.

Woofstock

2009-10-10T11:30:00.000-07:00

Life moves so fast it is sometimes hard to keep up. If I'm out doing it is difficult to find time to blog. If I stay home I have nothing to talk about.

A few weeks ago we went to Woofstock. This is an event for humans and their canine owners to have fun. Yes, I said that right. He is the Boss, otherwise I would not have been out of bed this morning at 7 AM in 6 degree weather taking him for a walk. But back to Woofstock. The humane society puts on this event to raise awareness and make money. There were games, prizes, and food both for people and dogs. A few cats attended but as most are not prone to socializing the majority of participants were dogs.

A lot of sniffing was going on.

Boss made some new friend even some or the dinosaur variety.

The talent contest. The performers had to be bribed to show off there skills.

These two look a lot like Boss's cousins Gracie and Max.

We all had a good time and went home with a few doggie treats.

Nature Notes Thursday

2009-10-08T17:00:00.000-07:00

We had our third snowstorm in a week yesterday. It snowed all day. This is out my balcony this morning.

frost on the pumpkin
falls glory pushed aside
winter wonderland

More nature notes here

Ruby Tuesday

2009-10-06T00:11:00.000-07:00

There are many kinds of berries here. I wish I knew what they were and if edible. I might make jelly.

These first two photos were taken last week.

I took this one today.
More Ruby Tuesday here

Moosh in Wonderland

2009-10-05T17:17:00.000-07:00

I feel like Alice in Wonderland. I fell down a rabbit hole and ended up in a Topsy Turvy world. Instead of smearing sun screen on little faces and hands, I am struggling to zip up coats and push on snow boots. Instead of carrying out bottles of water to hydrate, I am telling children not to eat snow.
Instead of seeking the shade, I am seeking the small patch of sunlight to thaw my frozen feet.

This is the scene that greeted Boss and I on our morning walk.

Boss can't decide which way to go. What is this stuff anyway?

A critter must have burrowed here, the mighty hunter is on the trail.

My babies feet are caked with snow. I tried to get him to dip them in warm water when we got inside, but he would have no part of that. I dried his paws with a towel instead.

It's a different world than where we come from. Temperture high today 43.

Montana Moosh?

2009-10-04T16:16:00.000-07:00

I haven't owned a coat in twenty years. When it is cold I usually wear a heavy pullover sweater. The fairy princess had warned me to get ready for winter, but I thought, it is beautiful I have plenty of time.

Then last week old man winter blew his top and spewed forth a snow storm that lasted all day. There I was on the playground in Mark's coat, tennis shoes, no socks, and a jeans skirt. That taught me a lesson. Not really, it just sent me to the thrift store on a shopping spree.

I bought three coats, six sweaters, a pair of sweats, boots, eight pair of new socks, a hat, two throws, and a pair of PJs. Total cost $30.00. I am glad the locals want new fashionable clothes and give away their old. I just want to stay warm.

Here is my new outfit I wore to work this morning. I think my new hat and coat are styling. It is fake fur so don't throw any paint on me. It was warm and cozy in my new duds. I am on my way to becoming Montana moosh at least for a while.

Nature Notes

2009-10-02T10:10:00.000-07:00

Our favorite walking path.

Boss gets at least three walks a day. He can't go out alone so we have to walk him to go potty. He makes it pretty clear when he wants to go out. In the morning my foot is pushed around until I sit up. I usually respond because the next tactic is all twenty pounds land on my belly, not an experience I am fond of.

Since cold weather set in it takes me a little longer to get ready. Sweat pants, t-shirt, jacket, shoes and gloves all have to go on. At this rate when it gets to zero I will have to sleep in my outer wear to get him out the door on time.

Why are dogs so particular about where they poop. Boss stands and sniffs and sniffs and then takes off dragging me like a wooden pull toy. He abruptly stops and more sniffing goes on. This scene is repeated several times. Finally the right smells and texture of grass come together and the deed takes place.

That puppy better learn to choose sooner or he will become an icicle.

More Nature Notes here

Ruby Tuesday

2009-09-29T17:10:00.000-07:00

As we were hiking on Saturday a group of twenty somethings were causing quite a ruckus just off the trail. I wondered if they were enjoying a libation, an herb substance or just a private joke. The sounds of wow I found another one and look at the size of this one aroused my curiosity. I ventured over and asked what discovery had caused such jubilation. The answer mushrooms. Spongy Mushroom an edible variety. They showed me the ones collected which were going home to dinner.

The group continued along the trail passing back and forth as we all made our way to the waterfall. The young people left the falls just before us. On the way down I spotted this gem,

I yelled!" hey mushroom people I found a mushroom".
Probably deciding to humor an old lady the hunters came back. The return was worth it. I had discovered a rare but deadly mushroom.

The mushroom expert dug up the beauty to show me the pink underside. The base was large and buried deeply. He kept the specimen for his collection.
Maybe I will start to learn about these treasures of nature.

More Ruby Tuesday here.

Hike

2009-09-28T09:03:00.001-07:00

Since coming to Montana I find I have more energy. Maybe it is all the running up and down stairs I did this summer that has made me stronger. The comfortable cool tempertures here just drive you into the outdoors. Also winter is coming and everyone tells me to soak up the sun while I can. The obsession with the sun is strange to me. After all I am use to sun about every day of the year. So when I learned there was a waterfall a short drive out of town I knew we had to hike to the falls. It was a short hike, a little over half a mile.

The trail was not to steep. It curved and turned back on itsself as we (huffed and puffed a little) our way up the mountain.

This waterfall must have been a hundred feet high.
Spectacular! Worth the hike.

The mighty hunter sniffs out his prey.

That hike was a challenge. I need a drink. Ahhhh a refreshing mountain stream. Nectar of the gods.

Boss decided to do a little fishing in the creek.

I guess that one got away.

Moosh Missing

2009-09-23T09:34:00.000-07:00

Where has Moosh been? Not following her dreams but making a living. In my profile I stated I wanted to stop making a living and start living. Unemployment ended and reality set in. My mortgage has not been taken over by the government bailouts. The mortgage company was but not mine personally. The utility companies still want their due and the car guzzles gas as it were a camel in the middle of the Sahara. My job was eliminated because the economy tanked, but no one offered me a golden parachute.

So what does an unemployed middle aged women do if her job is gone, her unemployment about to run out and the twenty jobs she applied for in the last year all hired someone younger? Why go on vacation of course.

A camping vacation led to a new life and new jobs. Notice the plural. The restaurant slave driver, also known as brother, needed help during the busy tourist season. I became chief lackey. A position that suits me well as I can multiple task and have a lot of restaurant skills from my college years.

Tourist season is over and things slowed a bit. I wanted to use some of my other skills. The paper had a dozen jobs for preschool teachers. I applied at the best center in town and was hired. Yeah! someone who doesn't think I should not be put out to pasture.

So now I work! I have two pay checks. I can keep the wolf away from the door. As for following my dreams, well I found time to write this post. It's a matter of balance.

Happy Birthday to Aunt Barbara

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Nature Notes

2009-09-03T12:26:00.000-07:00

Clouds dark and menacing
Send raindrops falling to earth
Plants nourished and clean

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Ruby Tuesday

2009-08-31T18:44:00.000-07:00

Here in Montana there seems to be a fascination with Mexican Food. There are more Mexican restaurants than in Arizona. I counted ten in the phone book. This little mural was on the building where I had the bad breakfast. I didn't know when I went in that was their specialty. Since I work in a Mexican restaurant I really would eat something different on my day off. That is why I ordered the breakfast. Maybe I should have stuck to the Mexican food.

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Sunday Outing

2009-08-30T16:48:00.000-07:00

The man of the house had to work today. So I decided to do a little exploring on my own. I set out without a destination. Just headed down the highway to see what I could see. I stayed on a paved road, no off road adventures today. Read about my off road adventure here. Main stree became a highway and stores disappeared as wheat fields stretched out to the horizon. The mountains in the distance glowed a hazy blue. I came to a crossroads. Four directions, which would be the best? For no paticular reason I turned left. This highway was narrow and had more traffic. I figured something good must be down this road. My stomach began to growl and I decided to look for a restaurant.

A few miles later a sign This looked like an interesting place. I pulled in and took a few pictures then walked in to enjoy a gourmet meal.

I settled on the country breakfast. A few people were playing horseshoes in the yard. The patio was nice, a little breezy but I am trying to soak up as much sun as I can before the brutal winter sets in.

Starving, I was happy to see my breakfast arrive. It looked good and big. I began to chow down, ugh the hash browns were cold. Oh well, I poured on ketchup and moved on. I bit into the bacon, it was as tough as jerky. By appearance it had spent the morning under the heat lamp, which had sucked every bit of grease out of it. Good for the heart but not the taste buds. The scrambled eggs were very unusual. They looked like fettuccine, long egg strands. Which brings me to the item that had inspired my decision, the biscuit and sausage gravy. This is a childhood favorite that I only eat out; once in awhile; because it is difficult to make for one and it is not good for me. The "fluffy" biscuit could have been used for a hockey puck.

I ate what I could and set off for the rest of my adventure. A little ways down the road I ran across a yard sale. The only item I bought was bottle opener. The rest of the day was just as uneventful. But at least I got out of the restaurant and the house for a while.

School Starts

2009-08-28T22:02:00.000-07:00

We live in a college town and the students are starting to come back. The area near the university is congested with cars. The hundreds of for rent signs have dwindled to a few. The local buzz revolves around the coming football season. Students on bikes, backpacks bulging are crowding the bike lanes and making driving a precarious endeavor.

All this activity takes me back to my first days of college. I can see myself as if were yesterday. There I was wearing stripped bell bottoms and a leotard. I was a Drama Major and leotards were standard attire. Standing in the hot Arizona, August sun I clutched my schedule book with its carefully marked chosen classes.

Today enrolling in classes is done by punching a few computer keys and plugging in daddy's credit card. In a matter of minutes your schedule is complete and paid for. Then you can hang out with friends in the student lounge or at a local pub. Back then you had to stand in line to sign up for each class. If it were a popular class they might run out of space before you got to the front. Then you had to stand in line for your second choice. Enrolling was an all day affair.

My first semester of college cost me about $100.00. You read that right, not $1000.00 but one hundred smackoroos! I had a grant from the Arizona Board of Regents. They were trying to encourage enrollment by locals. Every student that graduated from an Arizona high school in the top third of the class was given enough money to pay for tuition and extra for books. What a gonga!

Now I am living much like I did in those early college days. I work in a restaurant to make a living. My apartment is in a large complex catering to college students.
There motto is where the cats rest their paws. I am still a cat, not a Wild Cat but a Bob cat. The apartment is furnished with castoffs. Read here about furnishing my new home.

That young fresh faced girl stood in line excited about her future, pleased with her choice to be a teacher. She had no idea what twist and turns her life would take, but she was looking forward to the ride. She still is.

2009-08-27T08:05:00.000-07:00

These are random shots taken crossing Bearthooth Pass on our way to Montana in eary June.

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Ruby Tuesday

2009-08-24T16:00:00.000-07:00

Camping in a tent is a little hard on old bones. You also get a bit grungy after a few days of spit baths. So on our camping trip every few days we would splurge for a hotel. Counting our pennies we picked local simple joints. We also like the charm of cabins and and the idea of supporting a small business. We picked just such a place in Riverton, Wyoming. It was an old motel the type that had been prevalent before the interstate and chains dominated the scene.

A series of rooms built to resemble cabins formed a square around a court yard. The motel welcomed pets an important component in our decisions these days. Meet Boss here

The courtyard also held a grill for use by the guest. I knew the steak and the sausages in my cooler needed to be used before they became money down the drain so this was an added bonus.

Boss and I sat out on the porch and had several visitors. The motel housed several people that called this little cabin home. Their canine friends came to check out the new arrivals. A lot of friendly sniffing went on. No barking or roughhousing took place, all were well behaved as if a guest had been invited to stay.

Boss and I took a walk around the block. As we came around a large bush I jumped back with a stuffed scream. There were three homeless people huddled under the bush drinking questionable beverages out of a paper sack. Boss is a friendly character and wanted to visit but I hustled him along. We went back to the motel by a different route.

I cooked our dinner as Boss cruised the fenced play yard. We ate later in our room, watched TV, and called it a night. The next morning was a Tuesday and I spotted these three red vehicle. I had to take a picture for Ruby Tuesday. HRT

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Street Party

2009-08-23T11:39:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we partied all day. The corona was icy cold, the tacos were delicious and the chorizo burgers spicy. The Restaurant Slave Driver throws a street party once a month during the summer. It was a fun filled day at work.

We dragged all the tables and chairs out onto the street which is closed to traffic just for the party. The tubs are filled with beer and the grill produces fragrant smoke that drifts down the street attracting customers. The crew in sombreros and corona t-shirts have as much fun as the party guest.

The children get a chance to break a pinata. Face painting is also a favorite.

Two bands played through the day. As the evening came on more dancers filled the street. This one was really rocking.

A long but happy day.

Red Cars On Main

2009-08-18T14:32:00.000-07:00

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Old Cars

2009-08-17T16:49:00.000-07:00

When I was a teenager a favorite past time was cruising Speedway. We would load up in someones car and drive from one end of town to the other. Many time we would park at Johnnies drive in and watch the parade go by. For the price of a burger and coke; less than $1; you could spend a few hours with your friends and maybe meet Mr. Right.

This weekend brought back those memories. A car show with several models I had owned was on Main Street.

The man of the house owned a car similar to the blue car pictured. The old car was worth a photo.

After our tour down memory lane we stopped at a restaurant. We enjoyed a burger and coke. The price was well over a dollar.

Natural is Better

2009-08-12T08:40:00.000-07:00

I have seen a commercial lately with young women "who says you have to have twelve period a year", etc. It is an ad for a new pill where you only have four periods a year. Hallelujah, I would sing also if I had to worry about that sort of thing. But what are the long term effects of this miracle drug? I know, I know, they did studies and it is safe. So many thing seem safe and test safe in the beginning and turn out very bad. How about agent orange, did we know the repercussion's that would have?

Diet cola, diet pudding, diet cookies with all the diet products why are we more obese than ever? Just look around a lot of people are fat.

Mom sent me an e-mail about the danger of margarine. The story goes it was created to make turkeys fatter but they died and the inventors didn't want to lose their money. So yellow food coloring was added and voila we had margarine. I don't know if this is true, no research on my part, because I don't eat margarine. I became aware of the problem with trans fats many years ago.

So what does all this rambling have to do with anything. It's in the title. Nature the supreme being whatever you want to believe, created us to have twelve periods a year. Cows give milk and you make butter a natural substance that has been around for thousand of years. Honey is created naturally and that is how I prefer to sweeten my food. As for chemicals in general I try to stay as natural as possible. A little elbow grease goes along way and maybe I will work off some of that weight.

Ruby Tuesday

2009-08-11T00:00:00.000-07:00

The crown prince greets customers at 18 Miles To The Border.

With a little imagination you can pretend your in Mexico

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Bounty in Montana

2009-08-10T12:13:00.000-07:00

As a new resident Pottery Barn sent me a catalogue welcoming me to the community. I arrived in Montana with camping gear. Two sleeping bags, a tent and camping chairs. I now have a couch, TV, microwave, two tables and a mattress. Did I go shopping at Pottery Barn? No! All of these things were free That's right one mans trash became my treasure. Mom and I were driving down the street when she spotted a table with a sign free on it, into the back of my truck it went. The man of the house volunteers at a thrift store. He agreed to do this to meet new friends and give back to society. The benefits are great. Many of the donations do not meet the criteria to sell and end up in my apartment. These are nice things, not new, but still a lot of good wear in them. One of my new hobbies is dumpster diving. Yesterday the dumpster yielded a bathroom rug, two wine glassed an a 5' spiral Christmas tree. As an added bonus I can say I am really green. This is the ultimate in recycling. With this bounty who needs Pottery Barn.

All About Boss

2009-08-09T11:08:00.000-07:00

Sunning on the patio is fun. We will see how he likes it when snow covered.

Boss has a new couch

Boss likes to wrestle with Gracie.

Boss has new friends. But misses his old friends
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Happy Birthday Annice

18 Miles To The Border

2009-08-06T16:58:00.000-07:00

The Resaurant slave driver and his fairy princess love Mexico and the beach. They live in Montana where it is cold... So they brought Mexico to Montana.

Come on in the Margerties are fine and the beer is cold. The food is the best north of the border. A family fun place to work and eat.

Red in Red Lodge

2009-08-04T08:25:00.000-07:00

Red Lodge Montana is a charming little town. We had just finished a harrowing crossing of Beartooth Pass and my nerves were a little shot from negotiating the hairpin turns, narrow roadways and sheer drop off cliff sides. The descent had been more difficult than the climb up. That is how I always feel. It seem much easier going up than coming down. A woodland creature welcomed us just outside of town.
We wanted to spend the night but the town was overrun with bikers, the motorcycle kind, not bicycles. We decided to eat some lunch and head on down the road.
The Red Box Car offered up delicious burgers and fries, always a favorite of the man of the house. Exploration led to this old building. The date on the plaque read 1910 it was first a brewery that was shut down during prohibition and then became a pea canning factory. Today it stands empty. It was getting late and we roared out of town leaving behind the choppers and mayhem for the serenity of a night camping in the forest. HRT For more ruby Tuesday click here.

Sunset

2009-07-16T15:41:00.000-07:00

Nature and God paint a picture for our evening viewing pleasure.

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Ruby Tuesday

2009-07-13T14:14:00.000-07:00

Red, red, red eveywhere I see red.

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Sunday Rides

2009-07-13T06:44:00.000-07:00

When we were kids Dad would load us in the car on Sunday afternoon for a drive. The seven of us would pile into the big old sedan pushing and knocking elbows to make space for ourselves. Usually we stopped for lunch somewhere. Sometimes it was a picnic by a stream, others times a new restaurant he wanted to try, and frequently a burger stand. On the ride home we would take the scenic route, which always seemed to include a winding mountain road. All those greasy burgers sitting in our stomachs and the swaying of hot sweaty bodies led to, you guessed it, car sickness. Someone would barf all over the the car including anyone in immediate range , which meant whoever was sitting next to them. Not a pleasant end to a days outing.

Yesterday I repeated this childhood ritual. We went to a nearby town for burgers and dogs. Wanting to make it a true family outing we took not children , but our furry canine companions. The burger joint is an old fashion drive up diner. I decided the burgers had to be good because the line snaked through the parked cars and into the street. The restaurant slave driver, his fairy princess and the man of the house all had chili cheese dogs. They were a foot long, overflowing with chili and stuffed with cheese. The fairy princess ate hers delicately with a fork, while the men braved the drips and slurped up the delicious but messy childhood favorite. I had an all American hamburger with lettuce, tomato and cheese. We ate in a nearby park and took the scenic route, a winding mountain road, home.

Humans and our doggy children were enjoying the ride. Boss sat beside me looking out the windows first front then the side. The scenery was beautiful.

The road curved with twist and turns and the car swayed back and forth. Boss began to drop his head but would then look up, and again stare out the window. At one point he placed his head in my lap, I though he was tired. Suddenly he began to make a choking-gagging noise. My little darling barfed all over me. I screeched and everyone turned to see what had caused the excitement.

We pulled over and I took off my pants and continued the journey in my underwear. It was only a short distance home and we arrived without further mishap. A fitting end to a repeated childhood ritual. P.S. Boss was wrestling with Gracie last night so he is fine.

The Paths Taken

2009-07-11T09:00:00.000-07:00

I have a habit when driving of not wanting to turn around or backtrack. I always think forward is better. I also like to explore new paths and roads to see where they go. I am like the bear who went over the mountain to see what he could see, but all he could see was the other side of the mountain. I keep thinking there will be something new on the other side of the mountain.

This trait has gotten me in trouble on several occasions. One sunny day while taking a ride I spotted a sign Turkey Track road. This intrigued me, a possible chance to see wild turkeys or maybe some other animals. Without hesitation I turned down this road. I was driving through the forest with huge pine trees on either side of me. Most people don't know Arizona has the largest Ponderosa pine forest in the nation. The road twisted and turned and began to narrow. Undaunted I drove on.

I came upon a clearing, logs were in a huge pile stripped of their branches. A logging truck unattended was parked next to the pile, this was obviously a logging road. Sensible mind told me I should turn around, logging roads are known not to be in the best shape. Explorer mind said move on. I really wanted see what was down the road and that old habit always go forward tugged at my heart. So I continued on my journey. The road grew worse the twist and turns became more frequent and deep ruts began to appear. I started to drive more slowly as I struggled not to slip in to the holes in he middle of the road.

I began to look for a place to turn around but there wasn't room. The road had become a narrow ridge of two tracks side by side with a huge chasm in between. I gripped the steering wheel an cautiously continued on my journey Keeping the wheel on those ridges was a challenge. I became a bit frightened, cell phones did not exist and my trip had been spontaneous no one knew where I was.

My devil may care attitude had disappeared and I prayed to get out of this in one piece. I drove on for what seemed like hours the road did not get any better but at least it was not getting worse. Or so I thought.

Suddenly the road ended, in front of me was a very large hole. It was about six feet deep and at least fifty feet in diameter. The road continued on the other side and I could see it lead to a highway with cars driving by. What could I do? I drove right into the forest floor hoping there were no hidden obstacles to stop my progress. I negotiated my way through the forest and around the chasms in the earth. Finally I reached the road on the other side. I headed my car toward the highway euphoric that I had made my way out of this perilous situation. My pleasure was short lived I could see the highway but I also saw there was a fence between me and freedom.

I considered my option as I approached the fence. Wire cutters maybe, I had none. I looked left and right. A few yards to the left was a gate. I was on forest service land and most gates are not locked. So once again I took off across country hoping for the best. The gods smiled on me and the gate was unlocked. I got out swung the gate wide open and drove through it to civilization. Closing the gate; you always leave a gate the way you found it; I looked back in the direction I had just traveled. Thanking God and the Universe I vowed not to be so foolish again. Right!

Day of Rest

2009-07-05T13:22:00.000-07:00

Arizona does not observe Daylight Savings Time. After all who wants another hour of 100 degree heat. We all long for the evening when the sun sets and things begin to cool down. Barbecues fire up, the scent of smokey meats drifts through the air. Patio chairs are filled with people enjoying the evening breezes, and the tinkle of ice filled glasses signal an end to a hectic day and the beginning of evening's relaxation.

In Montana the sun is still bright at 9:00 p.m. It has been difficult to adjust my body to this new schedule. There is no waiting for evenings cool breezes. You wake up to cool temperatures and as the day warms it is still comfortable. The natives were complaining the other day when the thermometer hit the 80's. In Arizona we would have pulled out the sweatshirts. So when does the evening's relaxation begin?

Throw in my new schedule and the body confusion only gets worse. Friday night I worked till 9:00 p.m. So today is truly my day of rest. I slept in and ate a delicious breakfast. Later I took a nap. A good book provided a few relaxing hours. An early dinner of great food added pleasure and pounds. A hot tub soak soothed my aching muscles. My body dictated what I did today; not a schedule, not the sun.

Nature Notes

2009-06-25T08:10:00.000-07:00

Taken from the car window looking up.

We traveled from Cody Wyoming to Bozeman Montana over the beartooth pass. It is not a drive for the faint hearted. The road is like a sidewinder, narrow and curvy. The snow leaves a lot of pot holes. It is also the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen. These pictures were taken the first part of June and as you can see there was still a lot of snow.

2009-06-24T15:12:00.000-07:00

I have been out of touch because I was kidnapped by a restaurant owner in Montana. The tourist business is just starting and said owner was over worked. He gave me my chain gang uniform and sent me into the pit. My feet flew and my pulse raced as I rushed to keep the dishes bussed, the water glasses full and the paper napkin rings off the floor. I sneaked away this afternoon and rushed to my computer to send an SOS. Please send sweatshirts, Montana is cold. I need an umbrella. It has been raining and raining. A masseuse would be nice, every bone aches. I have to make this quick, dinner starts in an hour and I will be A.W.O.L. The punishment makes me shudder just to think about it. I will keep you up to date on my Montana adventures whenever the slave driver gives me a few minutes off.

2009-06-16T07:58:00.000-07:00

This is something I found in the mountains of New Mexico. I think it is part of an old pump. Any other ideas. HRT

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Roughing It to Luxury

2009-06-13T08:53:00.000-07:00

I sit here at a cherry wood desk, mug of herb tea in hand, typing on my computer. The bed I just crawled out of has 400 thread count sheets and the frig offers three choices; water, crushed or cubes. There are two 32" televisions, one in bedroom and one in living room. I can choose my own programs and not listen to sports noise, the choice of the man of the house.

This sure beats the bed of leaves I slept in on previous nites. Not to mention the hot shower I had this morning required no quarters pumped into slots. A hot breakfast of bacon, eggs, and hashed browns did not include smoke stinging eyes and no scrubbing of pans with cold water from a mountain stream.

How did we come by such luxury? I used to have a good job that required travel and I racked up reward points. Yesterday,the man of the house insisted he had to see game seven of the NHL. I called my rewards programs till I found a free night.

Don't get me wrong. I love camping. It is wonderful to wake up to birds singing, blue skies and a beautiful sun dawning to greet a new day. I take great pleasure in sitting in the outdoors and sipping tea or hot chocolate, and nothing beats the smell of bacon and pine trees mingling. Boss loves being able to run around and chase or look for creatures. Time takes on new meaning as you sit and just watch nature happen. Living in the outdoors you get away from the bombardment of mayhem we call news. These are the joys of camping.

It's a good thing I feel this way because it's back to camping tonight.

Playtime In the Woods

2009-06-11T08:06:00.000-07:00

Boss dove into the leaves. He raced and bounced around the campground and returned with wet feet and his snout covered with mud. He was so happy and carefree. There were so many smells, so many sounds. He lifted his nose turning in each direction as he savored the wind and decided which scent seemed the most promising.
A nearby pile of boulders looked interesting and he decided to explore the big rocks. Scrambling over and around he sniffed each area carefully. He was the ferocious hunter stalking his prey. A small chipmunk scurried out of his hiding place and ran off into the woods. Unknown to Boss Mr.Chipmunk has run the other direction.

Mr.Squirrel and his mate sneaked down the tree ready to grab a snack. Boss spotted their decent and rushed over to the tree barking and squealing. Mr. Squirrel and lady raced back to the safety of higher branches. Boss clawed and jumped trying to climb the tree after his prey. The squirrel family stayed put chattering and laughing at the furry mad creature that could not reach them. A shower of pine cones came raining out of the tree. It may have been the wind but I think the squirrels were throwing them at Boss.

We packed up and left the camp ground around 10:00. My errant child did not want to leave his boulders but finally gave in and got into the truck. A little later we looked back and he was sound asleep, no doubt dreaming of squirrels and chipmunks he could catch. Want to meet Boss go here. More Boss hunting.

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Green Cost Green

2009-06-10T08:03:00.000-07:00

Colorado is beautiful, everything is so green. Meadows have waving green grasses dotted with yellow flowers. The quaking aspens shimmer a light green in the sunlight. Stately evergreens are a bold dark green as they rise majestically up from the forest floor towering over the other vegetation. Streams, rivers and lakes flow and nourish all this greenery. But there is a price to the beauty. Here is a comparison between home and Colorado.

Item * Home * Colorado
Gas * 2.30 * 2.70
Sports Bar Hamburger * 6.50 * 10.00
Rum* 10.00* 20.00
State Park * 10.00(showers included)* 20.00 (no showers)
House * 200,000 * 7 million

Now I admit that house was in Telluride so that may be skewed but the rest was pretty average. I am going to come back to Colorado when I have more green in my pocket.

Ruby Tuesday

2009-06-09T08:57:00.000-07:00

This is a trumpet vine it climbed the Italian Cypress next to the house. It is about twenty feet up the tree. Nature will always find a way to flourish

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Unplugged

2009-06-08T10:48:00.000-07:00

The technology of the universe does not work in the mountains. My phone keeps reading searching for service. AHHHH I am not connected, out of reach,out of sight, out of mind. Rifle Colorado population 8,000 has a library with internet service, so here I am with less than 15 minutes to write a post. Boss, Man of the house and me having fun. Will tell all adventures when I return to civilazation.

Nature Notes Thursday

2009-06-05T08:55:00.000-07:00

These are more oleanders in our back yard.

A Camping We Will Go

2009-06-03T07:22:00.000-07:00

I love to travel, see new places and new people. Even traveling around the state is always exciting to me. But the price of hotel rooms is out of sight. The solution carry my hotel with me i.e. tent and camper shell. Hey it's not the Hilton but at least I can see something besides the walls of my house. The above will be my traveling luxury nest for the next few weeks as I explore the west. See you in Colorado. More camping here and here.

Guest Ranch Tricks

2009-05-30T10:03:00.000-07:00

People on vacation forget about calories and want to indulge. This was certainly true of the visitors to the guest ranch. Svelte women who had starved themselves for weeks to be in swimsuit shape would come in and order a breakfast that would satisfy a ranch hand. I guess they figured they were on a ranch they should eat cowboy style. Bacon, eggs and flapjacks were fine for breakfast. But, when it came to dessert only the elegant would do. The manager wanted desserts that would impress.

Chocolate Mousse was an acceptable choice. Now, if you have ever made this dessert you know it is a complicated process. The first step for six servings is to crack and separate five eggs. On the ranch multiple that for thirty-six guest and you would crack up yourself on this step alone. For those who don't do math that's thirty eggs. Next stand and stir over a boiling water bath. That little pot on your stove won't hold the mixture so you have to get a big pot and stand on a stool. Use a long wooden spoon to stir till thick. Next whip the eggs whites till stiff. By the time you finish this step the only thing you will want to whip is the person who asked you to make this stupid dessert.

Enough! Enough! You don't want the whole recipe. If you do, I suggest you consult Amy or Martha. Instead try Moosh's creamy delightful easy Chocolate Mousse. Whip some fresh whipping cream ( I never said it was low calorie) to stiff peaks, if you have a stand mixture this is easy. Melt chocolate chips in microwave carefully, make sure they don't burn. Gently fold melted chocolate into whipped cream. Put in pretty glasses, we used wine glasses, and top with a dollop of plain sweetened whip cream. Chill. Serve your homemade French Velvet Mousse (name anything French and people think it is fancy) and no one will be the wiser. Bon Appetit. More guest ranch stories.

Nature Notes Thursday

2009-05-28T16:58:00.000-07:00

More spiny friends in my world

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Salero

2009-05-27T08:15:00.000-07:00

Salero is a ghost town in Arizona. We have visited a number of times. The name has an interesting beginning. The priest at a local mission were expecting the Bishop of Sonora. They planned a feast in his honor. All the local delicacies were served in exquisite manner the only thing missing a saltcellar. The priest in charge shamed at his oversight sent men into the nearby mountains to mine silver and mold the required table piece. Thus the name Salero which means saltcellar.

Our visits took place at a much later date. A good friend of my parents lived at the mine which was no longer in operation. The walls of his home were adobe about a foot thick. Cool in the summer and held the heat from the fireplace in during winter. There was no electricity on the ranch he used lanterns. His water came from a well. This well was very deep and had no pump, when visiting the man of the house was sent to pull up enough pails of water to last several days. His reward was a few shots of El Presidente a favorite libation of the host.

The shell of several old buildings were still standing and we discovered many treasures. Pieces of old pottery, bottles, books and rusty tools. The main house was like a museum. Our friend had worked in the movie industry and had posters and pictures of stars from the twenties, along with other memorabilia from the films.

On one visit we were startled when a scruffy looking miner appeared out of nowhere. At first we though he might be a ghost from the past. He spoke and asked us what day it was. We replied "Saturday". "No I mean what is the date"? We told him the month and date and he was surprised. "I have been here longer than I thought." Turned out he was just an eccentric writer living in one of the old buildings.

Our friend passed away quite a few years ago. The ruins are now fenced off to the public. We still have some of the items we collected there and cherish our memories and this little part of Arizona History.

Ruby Tuesday

2009-05-26T08:00:00.000-07:00

This is an Oleander flower. Some people don't care for this plant but it makes a good hedge. Grows about 12-15 feet high and needs little water. The flowers are pink,white and red.

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Grocery Store Blues

2009-05-24T17:16:00.000-07:00

The economy may be bad but that's not stopped holiday cookouts. The grocery store was packed and the carts were piled high. Meat was flying off the shelf like flies to a picnic. People were pushing and shoving to get to the chips that were on sale. Soda towers were tumbling over in baskets as shoppers tried to pile one more twelve pack on. The line for the roasted chicken snaked past the deli counter and into the produce section. The hot dog counter had a few lonely packages stuffed in the back. Bakery shelves were wiped out as if a giant cookie monster had grazed his way through.

I got the few things I needed and got out fast. LOL the check out lines were so long I could have read the entire Bristol Palin story. NOT!

Hope you have a good Memorial Day.

Technology Love It Hate It

2009-05-23T09:46:00.000-07:00

I don't really like technology. For years I resisted cell phones until my job demanded I get one. The laptop was mostly used to hold papers piled on my desk. I used e-mail at work only because my co-workers refused to cross the hall to let me know the time of the meeting.

Then I started to blog. What seemed simple at first got more complicated as I studied blogging for dummies. I could read the instructions over, perform the action and whaaaaa it did not work. Then I would do the same thing again. Why do we do that? If it didn't work the first time why should the same process work the second time? It's like when you are looking for your shoe you keep looking for it again and again in the same closet, as if it could walk there itself. Well after a few times I would be so frustrated I would walk away, go into the kitchen and grab the cookie jar. Everyone knows cookies are the answer to all problems. At that moment you don't think about the lifetime on the hips only that sweet chewy morsel that is soothing you. Five minutes later cookie is gone and problem still there.

So I went back to help and searched for new information that would be the key to letting me install the new gadget on my blog. It turns out it was so simple. It's always simple once you understand the process. A space as in---- was causing all the difficulty. When copying and pasting an extra space was added. Once I got rid of that space it worked perfectly. That little space probably cost me five pounds.