Country Livin'

Can you see em?  Look closely....there they are.....can you see em? 
As I was running an errand for a friend last week I spotted this whole flock of Jake Turkeys going from one pasture to another.
Jake Turkeys are immature male turkeys...you can always spot them as they are usually fairly dark in color while the hens are light to light brown.  Jakes also don't have well developed beards (a tuff of hair that projects from the front of the chest). 
I keep forgetting that I have a wonderful camera on my "smart phone" so that I can take these pictures at any time....and I also suck at picture taking but I'm learning. 
But this is the reason that I live in the country.  Where else could you see this?  One of the many reasons that I love being out here.

Breaking Point

Suffice it to say that I live in the country.  I live in the country because I like the trees and nature around me.  I live here cause that's what I want to live around.  I don't live in the city.  I don't want my place to look like I live in the city.  I don't want a HOA (Home Owners Association) to tell me I have to mow my lawn, trim my trees, put my garage door down or any of the other asinine things that they think are important for the "neighborhood" to look respectable. 
So for the past 15 years or so we have gotten a delivery of Propane from a certain Propane Company who shall remain nameless.  And they only have to deliver about once every 6 months or so.  But they have one particular driver who bitches every single time he comes about us not trimming our trees enough to suit him. 
We've had words before about this but this time when he delivered....he left a note on the door followed up by a letter. 
Now if there was a safety issue associated with this then we just might take another look at the situation but there has NEVER been an explosion of a Propane Truck because some limbs scratched the tank.  It's a TRUCK....trucks are to be used!!!!!!
So because I had just trimmed the limbs that my husband and I had deemed fairly obstructive....when the letter arrived I just had had enough so I wrote the following to the company:

********** Propane Company
With the payment of this check we should not have anything else on our account. Please take us off your list of customers as we will no longer require your services.

We have been very happy with your service with the exception of the driver who delivered our last delivery. He has continually complained about our lack of trimming trees.

In Fact, we try to keep our driveway REASONABLY clear of tree limbs but what he is asking we consider to be excessive.  We do not live in a subdivision and there is a reason for that. We don't want anyone to tell us how we can and cannot have the drive to our home look.

We DO understand how big a propane truck is and he can easily drive down the driveway and get to where he needs to go to make his delivery (he has been able to do it every single time that he has delivered)  but what he is asking we consider too much.  We've had all kinds of trucks down this driveway include Concrete and PEC (Pedernales Electric Cooperative) trucks. NO ONE else has complained or even suggested that we need to trim.

We live in the country and we want to keep it looking like that.  Our driveway is not a city street and we don't want it to look that way.  

So thank you again for the services rendered but you have lost a customer.

Sincerely,
Bob and Lyn Pool

So what do you think????  Am I just getting old and cranky or do I have a right to keep my drive looking like I want as long as it doesn't cause some sort of safety issue for the trucks that have to make a delivery.....

Front Yard

Our front yard has always left a lot to be desired.  When we finished building our home we created two small plots in the front and got some cheap sod and left it to do what it was going to do.  It didn't do very much...you can't grow much without dirt and we are such water misers that if it didn't get rained on it wasn't going to be watered. 
There was also a problem with the bed that would be to the right as you walk out the front door.  You either have to go to the end of the walk to get over to the shop or you have to cut back to the porch and go around or just go to another exit off the porch all together.  Confused yet?  Surfice it to say that it's very problematic and our dogs never respected the paths and tended to cut across the plot all the time.  Then we began to cut across and suddenly it stuck us that because it was a natural way to go we should disassemble part of the plot and make it into two with a way more natural flow.  So that is what we did.

We planted nothing but natives in the little soil that we had and then a friend offered to bring us some nice dirt that was in a river bottom.  We thought that would be a good idea except that it wasn't.  It was too sandy and it was sterile.  It would grow nothing and it was washing away with every single rain storm that came our way. 

Yes, yes, we had poppies in it earlier in the year but poppies are fairly easy to grow and we don't want just poppies...we want all manner of natives. 
So we're at it again.

With the weather giving us a break from the heat we're going at it again.  But this time we are starting with the path.....we've decided that the gravel did too much moving around and relocating itself.  The stuff we are putting down now is crushed granite.  Don't you just love the color?
Next we'll bring in rocks.....lots and lots of rocks.  Big rocks and little rocks and all shapes and colors to make the beds more interesting....
It's a work in progress and will probably take 6 months or more to complete simply because we want to take our time and enjoy the process. 
I'll keep you posted.

Connections

I am a curious person by nature and I like to ask a lot of questions.  That is one of the reasons that I put the little map on this blog.  It just interesting to see who will stumble upon this blog and read it for whatever reason.  It's interesting that I would write it...mostly about nothing but stuff that is going on in my life. 
So today I thought that I would just check and see who had stopped by....someone from Bristol, VA took a gander. 
I think that this just so interesting....I went to college (2 years) in Bristol.  I attended Virginia Intermont College. 
At that time....1973-1975 it was completely female...well, we did have a few male students but they were what we called "Day Students".  In other words they did not live on campus and they were only here during the day...unless they happened to be dating someone and then you'd see them on campus other times.  
I just find that so interesting that of all the places in the country...let alone the world....someone from a small town where I went to college....read my blog.  
Here's something else that I find really interesting....Story time...Story time.  
When my hubby and I married, we bought a sweet little older home in a tiny little town way outside of Austin, TX.   We then proceeded to buy another piece of property that we would eventually build our "dream" home on and move there.  
As time wore on...about 3 years....my husband decided that he really did not care for the piece of property that we bought...it wasn't right....it just didn't look like the place that we should be...so we should sell it and begin the search for another tract of land.  So that is what we did.    We put our land up for sale and began to look for another piece of property.  
Our land sold fairly quickly but finding our next piece of land took a bit longer.   But we finally found it and after some fairly interesting negotiations we were able to purchase it.  
I distinctly remember the first time that we drove by this particular piece of property because next door to us...out on the road....was a mailbox with the name "Blanck" on it and a soccer ball.   I had gone to school with a Mike Blanck who played soccer and I thought that it was just interesting. 
Now you have to remember that my father was in the Air Force and I attended High School in England. Small country and even smaller school...I think there were 75 students in my graduating class.  So to see the name, spelled the same way and to see the soccer ball was just too interesting to me.  After all...here we were on a small Farm to Market Road....about to look at a piece of property that we would like to buy and eventually build on and there's someone who would live "next" door to us that shared the same name as a classmate and apparently had the same passion for a game that's played more overseas than here.  Interesting....
So fast forward to about 6 months after we have bought the land.  We've been clearing brush and I have been hunting over here but we've yet to meet the "neighbors".  
I am home eating lunch after getting the mail and I sit down to read the local newspaper.  On the front page is a story about a man...a profile if you will.  
The story goes on about what a great guy he is and how much his customers missed him when he was sick.  I'm sorta just half reading this until I get to the end of the story where it tells where he lives...and I read the headline....Mike Blanck...and then I re-read the story and I start to make some connections...hmmmm....so I look at the picture again and think to myself could this be my classmate?   I mean...really.....could this in fact be someone that I went to High School with? 
So I take out the phonebook and I look them up and with trembling fingers I dial the telephone number.   Long story short....it is in fact my classmate and we are in fact..."neighbors". 
Isn't that interesting?  I certainly think that it is. 
So here's a shout out to the person who read this from Bristol.   Thanks for stopping by and I loved the two years spent in your town.   I met people there that I have been friends with to this very day. 
And I guess it's just all about the connections.....

Rain

One picture is worth a thousand words.  I have no idea who said that but I've heard it all my life.  And it is so true.
Here in drought stricken central Texas we only had a 40% percent chance of getting some much needed rain but our little hacienda managed to get our fair share.  Whoopee. 
It's by no means a drought ender but it makes us feel like the chance for more coming is possible.  We actually had a 40% chance on Sat. and Sunday but we only received the liquid gold on Saturday and Saturday night.  It's O.K....we'll take what we can get. 
So the Koi ponds are full again and the fish are very happy about the new depth of the water and the leopard frogs have come back to creek and croak as if to tell us how happy they are about the new water levels. 
It's a much welcome sight and if we'd ever get this dang high pressure system to move off this state we might just get some more.  But until that happens we'll just be happy with what we get.

Happy Birthday Mom

This is a picture of my mom as a new bride on her way to the first of many duty stations. 
Today would have been her 82nd birthday.
I would like to say that I am over the initial grief but I think that the pain of losing her will be with me until the day that I die. 
My mother and I had a complicated relationship from my teens to my late 30's.  I'm sure more than once she would have wanted to just deck me but instead she just chose to let me go my own way.  It wasn't that I was rebellious, it was more about me just wanting to be me.
I was raised a catholic but from a very early age I questioned everything about it.  My mother was a woman of faith and took her position on religion completely on faith that what she was told from the priests and nuns in her life to be fact. 
I stopped going to church when I moved away from home and into a dorm for college.  I think that I broke her heart more than once when I spoke so flippantly about her faith...the way that college kids can do.  And so in turn when I got married I chose to be married by a Justice of the Peace instead of a church wedding.  Why would I even consider a church wedding when I hadn't set foot in one in the last 6 years.  But true to her nature ...when she got her head around the idea that I wanted the simpliest of weddings...she threw herself into the process just like any other mother of the bride.
I broke her heart again when after 2 years of marriage I made the decision to have my tubes tied so that I wouldn't have to take the pill any longer and I didn't want to have children.  She just could not imagine how I wouldn't want to be a mother.  My reasons for not wanting children are really quite simple.  I'm a selfish person and I didn't want to have them.  I never enjoyed holding babies and I never enjoyed playing with dolls much and I didn't like to babysit at all.  Some people are drawn to stuff naturally but I like to say that I didn't get the gene that tells you to have a baby.  Don't get the wrong idea...I have nieces and a nephew that I adore and would do anything for but I didn't want to do it myself and I'm very happy with my life. 
The older I got the more I learned how to approach my mother with things.  She was a wonderful sounding board for problems and because of my love of cooking she often called me to ask a cooking question.  That became for me a bridge to her. 
I think that these last 10 or so years we were the closest that we'd ever been.  We talked constantly and spent more time together that we had the previous 40.  In fact  2 years ago when my husband and I took a cruise to Alaska, we asked my parents to come with us.  They did and we had a wonderful time.  I will never forget that trip and so glad that we asked them to come with us. 
So today I remember the woman who brought me into this world.  I remember her smile, and I'm struggling to remember the sound of her voice.  I miss her so much but so glad that we hadn't had a cross word to one another in a very, very long time. 
Happy 82nd Birthday Mom.  I wish that you were here so we could celebrate but I will remember you today anyway.  I love you.

Seattle

A couple of weeks ago I traveled to Seattle, WA.  The reason for going was a High School Reunion.  No, I did not graduate from High School in Seattle...I graduated from High School while my father was still in the military and we were overseas in England....I may have said that before but in case I didn't...
My high school holds a reunion every 3 years.  That's because our school no longer exists and so we are a finite group...before the advent of the Internet and social media like Facebook it was harder for us to find each other and keep in touch.  Now it's not so difficult but we are a small group and we tend to be a fairly close knit group of people.  We also vary the locations of our reunions because we are spread to the 4 winds.  The USA is split into 3 sections....West Coast, Central and East Coast.  So every 3 years we hold a reunion in one part of the country.  This past time was West Coast and locations were suggested and the alumni voted on where they would like to go.  Seattle won.  So that's how that happened. 
I was not going to attend this reunion because mother had been so ill at Christmas but along about March I could see that she was getting much better and started to watch for airline prices to fall. 
I have a site that e-mails me when a particular fare that I'm watching is going for a particularly good price.  It's called *AirFareWatchDog.
*AirFareWatchDog has no idea who I am other than sending me e-mails and I get no financial compensation from them.  I just know about them and have used them several times to get good fares on plane trips to reunion sites.  

So a great fare came about and I jumped on it.  Then of course Mom got sicker and sicker and then she died and so I considered not going....but my tickets were non refundable (one of the downfalls of buying online).  I still didn't have to go but I would have to use my tickets within a year anyway if I delayed my trip and I had the time to go, the reunion to attend and other people to see...so I debated it and then decided to go.  
I chose to stay with an old friend from High School at his apartment instead of staying in the hotel because I didn't want to stay in a room by myself and he offered.  Besides he's also dealing with his mother having cancer and we're really good friends, our parents are good friends and because he is a professional photographer I felt like I would really get to see not just the tourist Seattle but the city that he has called home for the last 30+ years. 

This is of course the Space Needle...built for the 1962 Worlds Fair it is synonymous with the Seattle skyline.  And my friend lives just 2 blocks to the north of this iconic symbol.  So looking out his picture window I was able to see this every single day.  
Dinner the first night was right around the corner from his apartment at a Greek Restaurant.  I can't remember all that we ate and drank but I remember that it had lamb in it and along with Ouzo and a couple of glasses of wine made for a fine night of conversing with an old and dear friend. 
After dinner we opted for a walk and ended up downtown and I sought out my other friends in town for the reunion and my very special friends who made the trip from England.  They were still trying to get over jet lag and since I had been up since about 3 a.m. Tom and I decided to call it a night around 11 p.m. and we walked back to his apartment. 
The next day Tom had business to take care of and so did I.  I had a mission to accomplish and that was to head out to Bainbridge Island to pick up a cap from the Sage Fly Rod Company for my husband.  

This is a picture of the waterfront from the Ferry taking me and my friends to Bainbridge Island.

This is the tip of the island and we begin to pull into Bainbridge Island. 

As you can see by the sign....we made it to the factory.  Funny story here....I'd done a little research before I left and saw that there was a "gift shop" there at the factory.  I could also take a tour of the facilities but really all I wanted to do was to get the cap or a couple of them for my husband.  
I had the address of the factory and I knew that once we got off the ferry all we had to do is get on a bus and it would take us right to the factory.  What I did not know was that the bus we needed to take did not run until about 4:30 in the afternoon.  It was just 11 a.m.  So the kind lady at the Ferry port suggested that we take a taxi (one price for all of us) and that way we could go and get back in time for the ferry to take us back to Seattle.  The Ferrys run about every 1/2 hour or so all day long and then slow down to about every 3 hours after 6 p.m. and they run until about midnight.  So if you lived on Bainbridge...you could catch a ferry around 6 p.m. and take it into Seattle and eat a nice dinner out and then catch the ferry back home and never have to drive for more than 5 minutes.  And the commute to work is much the same.  If I was a city person...that would not be a bad commute.  But I digress...the funny story as I promised.   So we take a taxi to Sage and when we get there ....there is no gift shop...none, nada, nothing.  I am crestfallen...I know that I read on their website that they had a gift shop.  Everyone there is very nice and my friends are all laughing at me and so I appeal to the lowest form I know of....begging.  My story is unique...I've come all the way from Texas just to visit the Sage company and surprise my husband with a cap from Sage because that is the only rod that he uses to fly fish with.  I'm about to cry when I see the receptionist make a phone call and directly a young man comes out with a cap for me.  Yeah...success....I thank them profusely and ask how much and of course there is no charge.  Score again.   Oh yeah and on the way back to the hotel I spot a flyfishing shop and buy my husband another cap that has the Sage logo on the back.  
That night my friend and I decided to have a lovely dinner at his apartment and so off to the grocery store we went.  Fresh steamed crab was on the menu along with a lovely green salad and some red potatoes.  A nice cold beer to top off the meal and I was in heaven...oh yeah and some good bread...bread that I had baked and brought with me.  

The next couple of days were a blur of activity....Pike's Market, the aquarium, Chihuly Garden and Glass, glassblowing, Discovery Park, EMP Museum, the monorail and of course all the good food that Seattle has to offer.  Here are just a couple more pictures....

There are too many pictures and not near enough time to go into it all but surfice it to say that I really had a wonderful time and it was good to get away for a while and visit with old friends.  And the reunion was really great too!!