On Friday

NOTE:   I promised Linda to post this on Saturday, but was simply too worn out from Friday to actually accomplish the task.  I admit to some feeling blue about the listing for sale of the Mountain Farmlet, and to a bit of inconvenience  after my hand surgery.  My hand is very much better now!  So here it is Monday and I am posting to you after a month-long blogging hiatus.   Thanks for the nudge, Linda.  🙂

About Friday

I got up with Bob at 3:30.  He’s been getting up that early to do my chores, and then kept it up even after I was able to do them myself so as to beat the heat here.  His shop is not air-conditioned and it has been sweltering there!  (110 deg. on one day) And why did I get up so early?  To go up to the Mtn. Farmlet and clean floors before a potential buyer arrives at noon.

So I got ready and let the animals out at twilight.   Trust me the geese were very confused!  Then I got the dogs into the car and was driving away.  Only I forgot to lock the front door.  Normally I would have turned around, because it is the sensible thing to do, but being so early I didn’t want to disturb my neighbor by using her driveway.  So I backed down the street.  Great I thought as I slipped of the pavement and missed the barrier that keeps others from doing the same to us in driveway that was and is no more.  (Yes truly and it was once a night with high beams into the bedroom window!)   Anyway, I began turning the wheel to get the truck back onto the street, I really should have pulled forward, and instantly I heard the horrible sound of metal on metal.  I FORGOT THE MAILBOX!   Now I pulled forward.  Needless to say the pole is a bit tilted, the box is crushed and I now have a three-foot, blackened scratch over the wheel well and leading to the back of the truck.

So at least the 100 mile drive there was uneventful.  🙂

At 8:30 I parked out front under the shade of the big oak, grabbed the house keys, put my purse on the seat, told the dogs they would have to wait till I unlocked the house, my hand is still too weak to handle them and unlock the house, and then I would be right back for them.  I punched the lock out of habit and slammed the door shut.  Old habits die hard.  Now my purse, my phone, the truck keys, My AAA towing service card and the dogs are safely locked up inside the truck .

Looking for a phone I hiked a quarter-mile up the hill to see if my closest neighbors were at home.  Nope.  So then I walked downhill for about 3/4 mile to see if any other neighbors were home.  I finally reached a neighbor at the bridge who was home and she let me call Bob long distance to let him know what had happened.  He didn’t answer because he didn’t recognize the number.  However, he did get my message.  I hung up and called the sheriff to see if they could help and let them know my dogs were locked in the car.  The dispatcher said she would send someone out…  It is now about 9:00 by the clock on the neighbor’s wall.  I thank her for her kindness and leave to make the hike back up to the truck.

I wait for a very long time.  I’m getting very hot sitting in the shade of the font porch and keep checking the dogs to see how they are doing.   The are sleeping but wake up when I get to the truck window.   They are panting but their tongues look good; *not turning dark.  I am getting panicky because it has been almost two hours and no one has shown up yet.  I’m looking for a big rock. 

I hesitate, find a rock that looks like it will work, hesitate, think of the best window to break, hesitate again, and then hear the roar of a very large vehicle coming around the bend.  “Tow truck?” I thought;  It was!  It is now 11:10, the dogs are saved, the window is not smashed and I am ready to do battle with cabin floors.  On the back porch I let myself in and I ear a man’s voice shouting hello.  It is the Sheriff!  I tell him that AAA had just left and that everything is now OK.

“OK, Mam”, he said and turning he left.

I was not prepared for what I found.  Because there are no kitties left up there, and because we have not been there for several months to work… the rats came.  I will not go into details, but  gloved and armed with broom, mop and many fresh buckets of bleach water I set to work.   I finished about an hour and a half later and was bringing a large lawn and leaf bag of stuff out to the garbage cans, when I saw the people who were there to view the property.

Yikes! I was glad I got done in time, but I was a sight.  My shirt was sticking to me, my hair was hanging in wet strings, and my face was red, salt streaked, and over all I was just dirty.  I was a hot mess.  Oh well, I thought, they didn’t know me from a cleaning service and besides they came to see the property not me.  Right?

Up pulls the realtor and getting out of the car yells over a friendly greeting to me, “Hello,  I see you’ve met the [viewers] already!  Maybe you could show them what you’ve done to the place and what your plans were for it.”

I smile, “OK.” I said.

I told them about the house, some of the more interesting trees on the property, the deer that pass through regularly in season, and about the lovely neighbors.  In my mind I am thinking that anyone who buys this place will take a bulldozer to it and start new, but once they sign on the dotted line it is theirs to do with as they will…

Hot, sticky and tired beyond imagining,  I load the newly hydrated dogs and myself into the car and head for home.  Two hours later I pull into the drive, look at the tattered mailbox,  sigh, and let the dogs out before locking the door.  Bob greets us on the porch tells us that he called AAA for me.  I smile and think, what a sweetheart.

After a good hot shower I go out to gather eggs and found this.


I think one of the chickens has sent me a message.  I take her point and cheer up.


And because you should know this – here are the

12 Signs of overheating in dogs:








Photo Friday: Dining Room Edition

I see this every day in my dining room.

Doggy Pinball!

Doggie-PinballNoodle has quite the collection of balls and toys to choose from.

His favorite is the red one, but he collects all of them here under the dining table.

Insatiable, always entertaining, it’s the Noodle!

Noodle-Wear~Today he is sporting his new winter wear I made for him yesterday~


Breakfast is served

This winter has left us without much for goose grazing.  This requires me to supplement Polly and Fredrik’s food rations.  This morning’s offering was a head of green, leafy lettuce.  Bob said that when he entered the goose-yard Fredrik ran up and snatched the plastic bag holding the washed and prepped lettuce.  He had to chase him round the yard to get it back!

I guess when you are hungry your manners go out the window.

~click for captions and a closer view~


What was on your breakfast menu this Sunday morning?


Notes on the Flu and a Chicken Soup Recipe

Monday Before Last I got the flu. 

Sometimes the vaccine doesn’t match the current strain and, Voila!,  you go out to eat on Friday afternoon and

by Monday afternoon you think you have a head cold.

By Tuesday:   You have a fever of 102.5 with debilitating joint pain.

On Wednesday morning:  Your fever breaks and you feel, and look like, over cooked pasta.  Limp.  Washed out.

Thursday:   You begin to feel better only to get the punies and you can’t eat.

Friday:   Your head begins to clear and it all goes to your lungs.  They hurt.  It is hard to breathe.  It is late and you are worried about pneumonia… you consider paying the $300.oo copay for the ER.


If you know about it, you make bone soup from broth you created last month, and stored for such an occasion as this.  Chicken with 8 cloves of garlic and lovely gluten free egg noodles.  You eat lots of it for lunch and dinner.  You feel better.

Then, that night you have a nightmare in which you wake screaming, jump out of bed and yell, “You stupid [expletive]!”  at the bad guy in your dream and your husband says, in a sleepy voice,  “Are you OK?”  and goes back to sleep.  While you wait for your ears to stop thumping you go make a cup of chamomile tea and read about Hobbits and Tom Bombadil.  You become sleepy again and go back to bed.

Saturday: Is a bit better.

Sunday:   You can breathe out of both sides of your nose at the same time.  Your lungs don’t hurt, and you can eat.  You’ll live. 

Life is good.


How was your week?  😀


Trust me, when you make the recipe below it will not look like this.
Chicken soup is a common classic comfort food ...

Chicken soup is a common classic comfort food that might be found across cultures. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bone Soup


  • bones from chicken carcass (fresh, or saved from roasted chicken)
  • 2 ribs celery, with leaves, sliced
  • 2 carrots sliced
  • 1 clove garlic minced  (or more if you are sick and need the boost)
  • 1 small onion chopped medium
  • t tbsp. olive oil
  • 1 tbsp. butter (if you don’t eat butter then add another tbsp. of olive oil)
  • 1/2 tsp. poultry seasoning
  • Salt and Pepper to taste
  • 1/2 c uncooked brown rice  OR egg noodles (amount to preference)

Optional ingredients ~  minced flat leaf parsley,  sliced mushrooms sautéed in butter, green peas.  Want more meat?  Cube a cooked chicken breast and add to the pot the last 30 min of cooking.



  • Simmer bones in a stock pot with enough filtered water to cover plus 2 inches.  Watch pot and add water as needed.  Cook until bones fall loose and keel and joints are gelatinous.  (About 8 hours minimum, or overnight for best health benefits. See notes below!)
  • Place a sieve into a bowl large enough to catch all the liquid and then pour the contents of the stock pot through the sieve.  Lift bones and meat out of the broth and let cool in the sieve.  Save the broth!
  • Carefully sort out bones from meat and toss the bones.
  • Return broth and meat to the stock pot.  Add celery, carrots, poultry seasoning, salt and pepper to the stock pot.
  • In a skillet, add olive oil and butter and heat to medium.  Add onion and saute till translucent and softened, add garlic and saute about 3 minutes more.  Do not let the garlic brown.  Add this to the stock pot.
  • If using rice add at this time.
  • Let simmer till all vegetables and the rice are tender.  Test for salt and add if necessary.
  • If using egg noodles add and cook per package directions



  • If you choose to use the noodles, and would prefer to let the soup sit overnight for flavor development (recommended!) then wait to add noodles to cook when you plan to serve it.
  • You may think that there will not be enough meat.  Surprisingly, if you didn’t pick at the carcass, there is more than enough meat to make a fine chicken soup!
  • I often hold chicken carcases in the freezer and cook down several in a large canning/stew pot and then save the excess in containers for soup starting at a later date.  In this case I was fortunate to have done the broth in advance!
  • Often broth, or bone soup instructions say to add chicken feet (gaack!) or vinegar to make the store-bought bones produce plenty of gelatin in the broth.  I have never had a problem with producing the gelatin from store-bought chicken bones.  It is quite apparent when I refrigerate my broth and it solidifies, that I have accomplished my goal without the use of the vinegar and the nasty feet.  The gelatin is released if the broth is cooked for a long enough time.  I recommend a minimum of 8 hours, and if cooking 24 hours (best) then use a crock pot.



An aside: I know someone will tell me it was the vaccine that did this, however, I got my flu shot in October.  I feel it is safe to assume it wasn’t the shot that gave me the flu… it just didn’t keep me from getting sick this year.