Out and About

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Peace Out!

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Monday 7. November 2016

Don’t know where October went…doesn’t feel like the beginning of November, we are having such a mild fall.  We’ve had no rain in about two months, even the farmers working on getting the crops in have been saying we could use a little rain.  The weatherman in calling for a chance this evening, but isn’t sounding like he thinks it’ll happen.  We are taking every day as it comes though, knowing winter will show it’s ugly head before we are ready.

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Have been watching the neighbors this morning…Kirk talked to one of the brothers recently and believe he said this field and the one across the road from us are their last two fields this year.  Usually they are one of the first areas they harvest.  Must be shaking things up a bit this year.

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Always enjoy watching our neighbors harvest.  It’s a family operation…mom, dad, sons and daughters.  They have more land than dad farmed as we were growing up.  Dad never used trucks, just a tractor and wagon and one hired combine man.  The corn was just brought down the hill to the silos and unloaded at our place because we fed what we raised.  Not sure if the neighbors raise livestock or not.  Pry should know since one of the granddaughters is one of our “extra kids” that spent a lot time here while growing up.

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Dad has his own combine now.  He only farms the one field at our place now, my brother has the other field among others he now owns and rents.  He farms some with his former brother-in-law, they have the combines and trucks like our neighbors here do.  Different generation.  Dad still does everything the way he always has and there’s no changing him, although I know it frustrates my brother.  If it makes him happy, that’s all that matters!

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Today I’m going to start trying to get myself built back up after being down the past five weeks with the chest crud.  Was feeling quite a bit better last week but wasn’t able to get much accomplished, after being down for so long, doesn’t take much for me to get worn down…so frustrating.  Have never been sick like this ever, to my knowledge.  Thirty minutes of house work and I’m done.  Makes me feel like my age is catching up with me.

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Our girl came home from college for the weekend, hadn’t seen her in two months.  She brought her boyfriend and their two dogs with them…talk about mass craziness.  We have three chihuahuas (that don’t like other dogs) and they have two cow dogs that don’t like other dogs or cats…we have a house cat that is seldom seen, as all cats should be…she has a job and she does a great job of it, haven’t seen in mouse in many years.  Needless to say, they wound up staying the weekend with my folks.

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As it happened, Grampa Leo’s birthday was on Saturday, so we stopped by to a get a picture.  As I asked Kaet’s boyfriend, don’t all families take family pictures at the cemetery?  He just smirked and shook his head…it’s not something we did growing up…it’s just me.  Leo was named after Kirk’s favorite grampa, started taking a picture of Little Leo every Memorial Day weekend way back when L.L. was little.

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Leo was so tickled to see that he’s now taller than his sister, and by several inches.  In August she was still a titch taller.  A bit of a sore spot with her…her freshman year in high school she fell asleep while driving and flipped her vehicle…fractured two vertebrae and lost 1 1/2″ in height…very touchy subject.

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We were thankfully lucky enough to have gorgeous weather and were able to get out for the afternoon on Saturday…we took Dallas to Jolly Time, always a fun place to stop.  

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We celebrated my mom’s 70th on Saturday evening.  Everyone but one grandchild was able to make it…that doesn’t happen often now that Kaet lives so far away in NebraskaLand.  She didn’t want a big party like we had when dad turned 70, she wanted low key and immediate family only.  Was a nice evening…no fighting…always a good thing!

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Yesterday we celebrated Kirk’s Great Aunt Phyl’s birthday…she does not like being called Aunt Phyl, but that’s what I call her…but not when she’s around, the name seems to fit. She’s the only sibling left in her family, an awesome lady!  Had a great time visiting with family and celebrating a wonderful young lady!  

Now it’s on to putting the house back in order after being sick for so long and on to getting ready for Thanksgiving!  We are having Kirk’s side of the family gathering the Saturday before at The Godfather’s.  Kaet and Dallas will be able to make it back for that!  My in-laws and two uncles will be home from Florida as well!  

Kaet will be staying out west this year for Thanksgiving, last year she and Dallas were here, so they are going to be with his family this year.  I’m not thrilled about it, but I get it…it’s going to be hard, but it’s just something I’m going to have to get used to.  Been there are done that way back when Kaet was a baby and we lived out in south central Nebraska.  We couldn’t make it home to every holiday and it was tough.  All our family and friends lived back here.  Have to do what you have to do though, no matter how hard.

I suppose I’ve rattled on more than enough.  Think I’m stalling on my housework.

My Best To All!

Peace!

I remember…

I remember going on walks with my mother through the alfalfa field, oh how I hated it, the taller the alfalfa, the harder it was on my little legs.  

I remember taking off on walks around the fields on either side of the highway, no ipod, no phone, just myself to entertain myself.  I’d walk for a couple hours, walking through the corn, down the grass waterways, along the fence line and through the oats and alfalfa.

I remember going for runs from one side of our property, up to the feedlots and up and down the drive.  I’d stop to sit in the fence line feed bunks and talk to the cattle. 

I remember hitching up the little wagon to the back of our Ford riding lawnmower and packing up a lunch and blankets and pillows and driving around the farm with my little cousin.

I remember climbing the tree house my brother built, just sitting and looking out into the great beyond.

I remember my cousin and I setting up courses around the yard, using logs and whatever else that sparked our imaginations, to use at hurdles and just running and jumping and running.

I remember using the stacked wooden feed bunks as a secret hide away.

I remember sitting in the cab tractor and pretending I was farming and pretending to talk on the CB.

I remember playing house in the auger shed.

I remember playing in the old corn crib that we were told not to go into because of rabid coons and never seeing one and never telling mom or dad we’d been there.

I remember swimming in a horse tank.

I remember putting on my tap shoes and dancing on the front porch with my younger cousin.

I remember climbing up on the big round hay bales and running from one end to the other and climbing as high as I dared. 

I remember walking down to the stop sign on our blacktop road with my sister when there was nothing else to do.

I remember sitting on the back of the pickup at noon, peeling fresh sweet corn before dinner with my dad and my brother and my sister for my mom to boil fresh!

I remember so much…so many wonder, beautiful memories of a beloved childhood.

Peace!