Wednesday, July 15, 2026
Hot Summer Daze
Monday, December 02, 2024
Don't play with your food...
I can do all sorts of things. Baking is not my forte. On occasion, I do make an attempt at some simple homemade cookies.
Hubby spoke up Sunday morning after his breakfast.
You know, you said you'd make some cookies.
"Um. Yeah. I did." I made a face and it wasn't a pleasant face. "I have to see if I have the ingredients."
Come on, we haven't had home made cookies in ages.
I made another face. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. But I went to check on what I needed. It seemed as if I had everything including the chocolate chips. However the box of Baking Soda was nearly empty but I could squeeze out 1 TBSP.
I laid everything out on the counter and stared at it. Then I walked away.
Hubby looked at me. What's wrong? Do you have what you need?
"Yup, I seem to. Now I just need my helpers."
I returned with two skid steers, a Mime, a Witch, and a Construction Worker.
Hubby shook his head when he saw my Lego People. I'm going to lay down. Didn't your mom ever tell you not to play with your food?
I gave him an evil grin. "My Legos help me or I don't make cookies. And...I never listened to mom anyway."
You are not right in the head! And they say I am crazy!
Making chocolate chips cookies is supposed to be easy. Most people probably don't even have to follow the directions on the package or study the measurements and ingredients. I do.
And I was going to enjoy the torture of baking anyway.
The Mime gave hand signals to Grandpa and his pet chicken in the skid steer. The construction guy walked around back. He said it was break time.
The Witch on the edge of the pan must have put a spell on the whole works...
What? 142 scoops of flour??? Are you serious? We'll be here all day!
Ewww, these cookies turned out strange! They spread all over the place and fell apart when we got them out of the pan!
Friday, December 16, 2022
A fun snow day ~ Great neighbors
Text: Hey, that snow looks awesome. Wish we could hike today but I'm afraid of widowmaker trees falling down on us in the woods. [because so many trees and branches had fallen down]
My reply: Why don't we walk around the field then?
Her reply: Okay, meet me at noon on the dot!
My reply: 👍😁
As the noon whistle blew in Readstown over 3 miles away, I stepped into her mud room.
She opened the door and we decided to walk up the road and then come back through the fields. The air was fresh and cold and we headed out.
This is a view across the cropland on the ridge looking west from the cropland we were going to walk on next to the woods.
Charlie wasn't with us. When we walk from her house, we take her husband's dog Barnes, when we hike from my house, we take Charlie. We hope eventually that we can have both dogs with us but Charlie is a bit intimidated by the big brawny cattle dog mix at this time.
The view along our road. When it is cold and windy, this is not the place to be! I prefer the valleys and the deep woods. But this will give you an idea of what our roads look like. Anything that isn't dark brown, is pretty much compacted snow and under that, Ice.
We entered the fields and started to wade through the fresh wet snow and of course it was just two women walking and talking. Yak, Yak, Yak about nothing in particular. Kids, eyes, cross country skis, the snow, and the amazing views.
Over the past week, my new neighbors have walked down twice to say hello and once delivered a plate of cookies! Olive brought cookies too! Talk about a nice place to live with new folks on our ridge.
We are spread out, but our mixed age of folks are all super nice folks.
I was lucky enough to catch this shot of Barnes as he ran towards us through a small trail in the tree line....
Right after I took this photo, he stopped and rolled in something divinely nasty. I guess he was getting a bath after our walk!
My cell phone rang and it was Rich. He was in a snit. Frank was at our place plowing the driveway, WHERE was I? And I needed to be there right now.
I was 1 mile away in a field next to the woods. I just told Rich that I'd text or call Frank and deal with paying him for plowing, not to worry.
As it happened, when we came back up by Olive's house, Frank was coming from our place and I ran out on the road and flagged him down. Frank said our place would be about 11 or noon on his schedule when plowing needed to be done and we worked out pricing and payment. We are sort of neighbors as the crow flies. Another great neighbor.
I got my fresh eggs, and headed home to a nicely plowed hill driveway and Frank also did the turn arounds!
I thought about how living in the city would compare to what I'd just experienced in the past year. And since I haven't lived in a city or town in since 1996, it was hard to imagine.
This morning's text was:
Hey, hubby is away for 2 days. You want to make a trail for cross country skiing? We can pull Aiden in a sled!
If nothing else, my younger and very adventurous neighbors will help keep me active won't they?
Todays jobs? Check out the newly fallen snow and hopefully get to town for my gym session and old mule feed. Start a pot of chicken soup, and by late afternoon, go snowshoeing. That sounds okay in my book.
Life in the Slow Lane.
I like it.
Snow mules:
Thursday, December 30, 2021
Life ~ By Charlie
It is simply amazing the amount of stuff that a people has to put on for a simple walk in the woods. It would be so much easier if humans just had fur like me and could go right out.
Nope. Not afraid. Um, well. I think my feet are getting cold.
Perhaps if I shiver and look pitiful, she will pick me up and carry me through all this dangerous stuff. I smell cat. So I shiver and shake and look up at her ...I put my paws on her snowpants and implore with big Googly Eyes.
Sweet! I got a mini cookie and a lift! Phew, sometimes she can be awesome for a human person.
In fact she gave me a lift out of the scary place where the coyote and kitty have trails. Finally when we reached a 'good' place, she set me back down and off I ran. I can pounce and it makes her laugh. When she is so good to me, I like to make her laugh.
If I get too far ahead, she beeps me and I return.
I don't know, but I kinda like these birthday walks, maybe I can have a lot more.
Best part of these walks? SHE takes me home and I can resume my duties as a lap/couch/supervisor dog with the Him Human.
Life is good when you rule the house. Even better if you have Big Googly Eyes!
Sunday, March 14, 2021
One of Those Few Days
He said we had a cookie thief and I said I'd get right on it.
Winter keeps knocking at the door reminding as if to tell us ... it isn't over until ... what? The Fat Lady Sings?
Back.
Tuesday, February 02, 2021
Don't play with your food
I made a diorama out of an old wooden box and used ambient light from the kitchen window as my light source.
It sort of worked, but I still had a shadow on the lower part of the photo.
The best I could come up with was more discarded Singer parts. These parts came from my Aunt's sewing machine she purchased in 1931.


































