Oh dear. ‘-)

April 26, 2013May 9, 201347 Comments

In all the excitement of shopping for a new Farmlet,

having special visitors,

and finding a new Farmlet,

It would seem some things were forgotten about.

Please click 1st photo…

: What’s this? Potatoes ordered in winter have been completely forgotten!

: Carefully, I clipped the new growth from its prison of red, plastic netting.

: As you see, they are pitifully wrinkled, but have not begun to rot.

Should I:

a) Cut them like I normally would?

b) Simply bury them whole into the soil?

OR

c) Give them a toss and try again next year!

Pssst…

April 25, 201323 Comments

This is big news!

Well, OK, maybe it is only big news for me, but I’m sharing it anyway!

The realtor spoke with the Octogenarian and she has agreed to record the history of the Mountain Farmlet for me, and to procure copies of any known early photographs of the home!

So now I’m off to buy a small tape recorder.

Do they still make those?

Looking north the old farm is on your right. I just don’t know if I can stand all this traffic every day! 😉

I’m so excited about this!

Can’t you tell?

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It’s Official

April 24, 2013April 24, 201340 Comments

The Octogenarian and her son have agreed to discount the property to cover the costs of repairs to the house and proceed with the sale!

We gave the owner lots of extra time to pack, sort, and have an estate sale.

No pressure.

I can’t imagine having lived there so long and then having to leave it all behind. I think when it is our turn to leave that it will be heartbreaking to let it all go.

In early June we will pay for the property, and in return we will receive the keys, and deed to the Mountain Farmlet!

So while we wait, there is lots to do.

Sorting, packing, selling, giving away, and condensing down all the stuff of our lives. It is a small house. As well, there are painting, patching, and some major repairs that will all have to be done before we move in.

It will be hard work,

and it will all be worth it too!

Once Upon a Time in the West: a birthday that took 1,248 miles to celebrate

April 22, 201338 Comments

In the month of April, so many years ago I can’t remember, I was born in Wichita Falls Texas.

Here is how it all went down:

Dad was stationed in Texas at Sheppard AFB. Mom was stuck in Southern California with my anticipated birth to be sometime SOON. Now my Mom didn’t want to be alone when I came, so she hopped the bus at eight and one half months into my grand arrival, and we traveled 1,248 miles to be where Dad was!

That was in 1953 before air conditioning. So you know that was a LONG and stressful ride in her condition.

What was she thinking?

Well, I was born almost as soon as we arrived. Now Dad was living in base housing, and suddenly he has to come up with someplace for all of us off base! Then, two weeks after I showed up Dad got shipped out to March AFB Which is right back in good ol’ Southern California!

Do you sense some irony here?

This month I turn 60, and for the first time in my life, I don’t believe I am really into the swing of the whole birthday thing.

Not really.

But hey, check back with me in say another 20 to 30 years, and then maybe I will be so happy to still be here I will want a party, complete with a ~~bonfire~~ er, birthday cake and a party with all my friends around to cheer me on!

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BTW, Bob asked me what I wanted for my birthday this year, and all I could come up with was the deed to the Mountain Farmlet.

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It really is all I could ask for!

😀