Thursday, August 31, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
The place was called Ma's Eatery. Ma must have called in sick that day and left the business to her two vengeful step-children. The coffee was not hot. I like my coffee hot. I could see the coffee machine from where I was sitting and its red light was on so I would assume it could generate some heat. When the waitress came around to refill our cups it didn't raise the temperature of my coffee by a degree.
I had biscuits and gravy. That was a mistake that I make often. No one makes biscuits and gravy like Dorothy's. It was tasteless. I had to put salt on it and then put too much. Dorothy had a western omelet. The cook had burned one side and disguised it by simply flipping in over, presumably thinking that Dorothy wouldn't notice. The black part was visible soon enough, though, as Dorothy began to eat.
We didn't get in an uproar. The two step-children didn't look like they would be receptive to constructive criticism. We simply paid our bill and left. But, we did cross that place off the list of restaurants we'll be frequenting.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
These two trees were growing near the top of the bluff overlooking the creek. They were huge oaks that were at least 50ft tall.
I'm looking down from the top of the bluff to the dry creek bed. This is the first time in 26 years that Peacheater Creek has gone dry. Just to the right of the pump house is the root system of the tree completely out of the ground and the trunk is resting horizontally.
You can see where as the trees came down they knocked the top out of another tree. That broken trunk in the center of the picture is about 30 ft off the ground.
Friday, August 25, 2006
This morning at 8am I picked my grandson Hunter up at the church office where my daughter Kelly works part time. We went to yard sales looking for books to resell online, then to the Piece of Cake to see Grandma. One of the books I bought had this photo inside:
Rather artistic, don't you think? You never know what you'll find in a book.
When we returned home this afternoon, Dorothy spotted this kitten inside my table saw. I grabbed my camera for a lucky shot.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Since Marley is in school it was just Hunter and me hanging out together. We went to the Piece of Cake where he had chocolate milk and I had coffee and a sausage roll. (sausage, cheese, and jalapeno peppers baked in bread)
Then we checked out the pumpkin. The middle picture was taken on the 13th and the bottom was taken today 9 days later. It's growing quite rapidly.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
It was shady and felt almost air conditioned. Hunter spent his time throwing rocks into the water and Marley kept busy collecting rocks. She has an extensive collection that she has brought home from places she has been around the country.
By the time we hiked back up to my truck we were overheated and dry, so that called for a trip to the ice cream store for rootbeer floats. That's just what we needed.
I had a close call with employment the other day. I saw an ad in the paper for a job close to home. I thought it would be good to augment my pension with some spending money. I applied and was hired. I was to start next Monday, but after spending time with Marley and Hunter I decided that the extra money wouldn't be worth giving up the freedom to do the things I love to do. So I dropped by the employment office and gave them the news. I really don't have time to work. I have so much to do , in fact I need to go out right now and check on the pumpkin.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
After lunch an Oklkahoma style thunder storm swept in and blew over some trees and broke branches out of trees and almost flattened my corn.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
They have an interesting life cycle. They spend 6 to 17 years underground in their nymph stage and finally make their way to the surface where they shed their outer body as a complete shell and emerge as a completely different creature to spend a few weeks mating before they die.
In early summer you will find these carcasses on trees, fences, houses, actually, on all kinds of surfaces.
This is the form they take for the last few weeks of life. These are the noise makers.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Anyway, it was 110 degrees when we arrived at the peach stand. Fortunately, it was inside and air conditioned. They had everything that could possibly be made from peaches: Pies, candy, preserves, ice cream. We were tempted to buy it all, but we restrained ourselves and just bought fresh peaches and some fried pies. I noticed there were only two fried pies left in the case when we joined the queue at the cash register. I was tempted to be rude and elbow my way to the front of the line to assure that those pies would be ours, but being the civilized man that I am, I restrained myself. One of the pies sold. Well, I thought, Dorothy will just have to do without a pie. By the time we had worked our way to the register the other fried pie had been sold. I told the girl behind the counter, "Please tell me there's someone in back making more fried pies!" "As a matter of fact, yes, there is," she replied. "Oh, boy," I replied.
The fried pies were hot off the stove and we were halfway home before they were cool enough to eat.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Saturday, August 05, 2006
I said, "No. This is a three person operation. I have to feed the dough, Hunter turns the crank, and you catch the spaghetti."
I continued with my instructions and then Hunter said, "Pops, can you go away?". Well, that brought me up short. I was letting my desire for order over ride their need to explore and have fun. So I just let happen whatever would happen. We even added some green food coloring to the dough. In the end we had some pretty tangled up spaghetti, but it cooked up good, and had a great color.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
After my neighbor, Mike, mowed the hay and baled it, he brush-hogged a perimeter around the pasture. I'm using that as a walking track. It beats going into town and using theirs.
One time around the pasture is about 1/2 mile. I can get a good workout every day. I walked three times around today and found no ticks on me when I finished. That's a good thing. At one time I tried to jog along these country roads but dogs were such a problem I had to quit.
The governor imposed a burn ban yesterday. We can still grill but can't burn trash or grass. It's getting dry. I checked the creek while I was walking and there's very little water in it. Now, if they come up with an order to conserve water that will be the end of my garden. I have to water it every couple of days with these 100+ degree days and no rain.