Sunday, June 03, 2007
Little Colt
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Look What Pat and I Did!
If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the past month or so, it’s that it’s extremely hard to do any kind of construction work on your own when you are built like me. I wish that statement meant something like my D-cups are constantly getting in the way of all that hammering and sawing I want to do, but unfortunately what I’m really trying to say is that I’m having to learn to accept that I am a very small person and it’s hard for me to do a lot of the projects I need to complete on my own. I need a hand! OK, there. I said it.
That hand came in the form of P-A-T this weekend. He showed up with bags upon bags of Trader Joe’s and ready to work. We didn’t get as much done as I had hoped, but we did finish building a little deck in front of the trailer, which allowed me to move the table up out of the dirt. Yay!
Two Old Buddies Talking
I took this photo back when we were trying to move my grampa’s old pickup. The Diesel Mechanic can’t be bothered with little things like keys and starts his truck with a screwdriver and occasionally a can of ether. It also helps to park it on a hill where he can get a rolling start. We tried to use that can of ether to get the old Dodge going, but it kept dying on us so he towed it off the building site with the backhoe.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Just in Case the Internet Really is a Fad
The Diesel Mechanic and I spent a couple hours this morning fussing with a laser transit before we finally decided there was a problem with the receiver and gave up for the day. Disgusted with technology, he put everything away and pulled out a couple of bent welding rods from his old pickup and placed them in my hands. Although he says he does not possess the ability to find water himself, he wanted to see if I could. I’ve always thought dowsing was a bunch of bunkum, but I indulged him because he’s been so generous to me over the past few weeks.
He set me marching across the property with the rods pointing straight out in front of me like a Jean-Paul Gaultier bra. I had walked about 50 feet when all of the sudden they started turning inward and there was nothing I could do to stop them. We walked most of my property and some of his. My divining rods said there was water where he knew it existed, but not where he thought it might be. We won’t ever know for sure if I’ve got the power, but I’ll sleep easier now knowing that I may have a backup career in case this Internet thing doesn’t work out. I AM a water witch!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
My Cell Phone Got Run Over by a Grader
My cell phone fell out of my pocket at some point yesterday and the Diesel Mechanic ran over it with a grader. I didn’t know it was lost until it was too late. Miraculously, he was able to find it by lightly picking over the soil with the blade on the machine. Shockingly, it was still in one piece, but the screen had shattered. When he handed it to me, it was ringing, but I had no way to answer it. So, back to town today to replace it. I’ve had so many phones in the past six weeks, I can’t remember if this is my fourth or fifth one. The first few weren’t my fault, though!
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Wall Flowers
The Purple Cowboy and I took these photos this morning while we were checking the trough in the horse pasture. The house is an old homestead.
