Story board

I have a Netflix subscription and I belong to Amazon Prime so I get their Amazon video subscription free.  I rarely watch regular TV, except for the Public TV PBS channel.  It is a challenge to find decent shows with story lines I enjoy.  I really like history related shows, and just a nice enjoyable movie like they used to make without all the fancy visual effects or outrageous characters, although those are hard to find.

My favorites I have watched are Grace & Frankie (Lily Tomlin is just a hoot), The Crown, Peaky Blinders, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel,  and I am set to start on some new shows that are recommended.  I just accidentally found a delightful little movie called “The Big Sick”. The title is a little deceptive as it’s just an enjoyable and heartfelt story based on the true relationship development of the starring actor and his girlfriend/ now-wife. Ray Romano and Holly Hunter are also featured in it as the parents of his girlfriend.

I don’t watch TV during the day, just in the evening after I’ve worked on my genealogy research or finished up some projects around the house.

Now that the holidays are over and I am repacking and re-organizing, it’s time to sift and sort and get unneeded things to my local women’s shelter thrift shop.  I have a few projects lined up around the house–an icebox end table to chalk paint Navy blue, a slip cover for a club chair so it can blend with the decor a little better, some paperwork to organize in the files, and a new cushion for my master bedroom bench.  Still a little organizing left in the garage.  All of these need to be finished by the time spring arrives, so my deadline is March.

We are expecting ice this weekend so everyone I am sure is preparing and hoping it will not be much of anything.  The Old Year has zoomed by and the New Year will soon be welcomed in and the kids back in school.  We are on the downhill side of winter, so I can expect cheery daffodils blooming in a couple months.

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Remembrances of life

We all have images of a good-feeling memory we can’t let go of. A place, a person.  Why do we need those feelings? I think to get through today. Whatever is going on in the world that is unpleasant or uncertain needs to be buffered with a good feeling.  Of things that can be, or things we must do to keep those good feelings flowing.

I have a few warm fuzzies.  And they are from a very young me.  I don’t know why they stuck with me through all these years.  And I also view them as an out of body experience.  I am in that space looking in, seeing the good feeling happening.  At the time, I didn’t know it was a good feeling I needed to hang onto.  It was just there.  For many years I didn’t know I had that good feeling with me.  Later it bubbled up, something kick started the memory.

My good-feelings were of my grandparents and their farm.  I try to conjure up more good-feelings with my grandparents, but they are hard to recall.  I get snippets, without a context. Photographs help. With a photo you can make up your own story.  There is a photo of a little me, standing in my footed jammies,  with my grandpa kneeling next to me holding me up, and we are in front of their little Christmas tree.  I can’t remember it, but the photo forces me to make that a memory that I can embelish and create a story.

Because they were four hours away, our visits usually were holiday related, with a few weekends sprinkled in. Sometimes I would stay by myself a few extra days during the summer.   My grandparents lived on a farm west of Oklahoma City about an hour and a half drive, where they farmed wheat fields, raised cattle, and sold milk to a local processor.  But I could not wait to get to that farm.  Me, a city kid from Kansas, going to a farm that had, up to a certain point, no electricity, and never had an indoor toilet.

Back then, none of us had the luxury of central air, but a window air conditioner was heaven, and before that, a water filled air cooler.   A huge contraption that blew water cooled air into the house through a window.  They had neither.

The outhouse was several steps away from the house.  In the house was a chamberpot, for when my little bladder needed to go during the night. I never saw any of this as challenging or difficult to endure, but an adventure.  I’m sure my parents would have their own thoughts and it would be interesting to compare.

Beyond the outhouse was a “washhouse” with a concrete path to get from the house back door to the washhouse without getting dirtied feet.   This is where all the laundry was done and I would take a bath in a little metal washtub.  I recall one summer day she made me up some soapy water so I could blow bubbles and probably stay out of her hair for a bit. Beyond that was my playground: barn and chicken coop/yard. One memory was a “hero” grandma with me in the chickenyard, telling to me go climb up on the fence, while I watched her attack a snake in the chicken yard and chop it up. Minutes later I brought my brothers to see it, but the chickens had had a fine meal and nothing was left of it.  Another memory snippet was me sitting in the teepee-shaped incubator, surrounded by a swarm of newly hatched and peeping fluffy yellow chicks.

I was born mid-fifties, and by 1962 they had moved into the nearby town because my grandpa was sick with cancer.  He died January 1964.  So, my farm memories are pulled from a very short span of my youth.  That farm, and my love of western TV shows, made me yearn to be on an expanse of land. Years later, we found three acres, then moved “up” to 104 acres, then back down to a nice sized 26 acres.  We are not farmers, but are surrounded by them. We work in the city, but our neighbors used our 104 acre land to expand their income. One farmer cut and baled the grass for his cattle.  Another grazed his cattle in certain areas. I did have chickens and sold the eggs.  I also had alpacas and a guard llama on 4 of those acres.  We built them a very fine metal barn and I loved every moment. Our new place on 26 acres has beautiful grass pastures, that are cut and baled twice a year by a neighbor.

I was very little when I remember my grandma taking me, all dolled up, to church with her, and her lady friends oohing and aahing over me while she held me in her arms.  The church was small, with a smooth wooden floor I was toddling along, with oak pews and pretty stained glass windows.

My entertainment on the farm was my own doing.  Whatever I could find to do was what kept me enthralled with it all.  I loved nature, was not afraid of a spider or bug, and being outside was what I loved.  We used the slanted tin top covered door of the storm shelter outside as our slide (it was scorching hot in the summer!), I played with Laddie, their collie, helped with the chickens, helped hand pick the corn, fed the minnows in the stock tank that was under the huge windmill that pumped water for the cows, and rode with my grandpa in the old pickup truck to deliver his milk to a local processor.  We visited neighbors who had pigs I adored and without a clue what was their reason for being. Went to a couple local farms with my grandpa and dad, to choose a pony he wanted to buy for the grandkids.  I remember one farm had a stallion in a round pen and he was so huge to me I was in awe as I watched him prance around.  We never got that pony as grandpa got sick soon after.

One time we were visiting and we had to run to the outdoor cellar in the middle of the night, pitch black out, and only some kind of lanterns with us, because the weather was ominous and we were smack dab in tornado alley, so you don’t mess around.  I recall standing in the cellar, surrounded by my grandma’s canned goods.  And not goods in cans, but all things she processed into glass jars to sustain them through the winter when there was no fresh produce.  The damp, musty red earth walls and floor is a smell I can remember to this day.

Why are these memories important to me?  Because now I am a grandmother to my grandsons, ages 6 and 2.  I want them to keep some good memories with them.  We fish in the two acre pond, go on nature walks, play with my Jack Russell-mix dog, and fix cinnamon rolls or pancakes for breakfast.  We bird-watch, star-watch, say hello to the neighbor’s cows visiting at the fence, and enjoy the open spaces as much as they want.

Fond memories, memories of moments, are what sustain us and we want to preserve.

 

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Adopt me: Shelter pets

I was just scrolling through some blogs about pets, shelter dogs, and adopting.  Several were focused on October as Adopt A Shelter Dog Month.  I wish it was “year” instead of month.  I can only wish for more people to adopt shelter pets.  They need your love.

My pretty Violet had been in the shelter for a month.  I have no idea why she was still there, as she is the sweetest.  I can only guess that possibly it was a less than professional photo of her on their website so her true beauty was not revealed.  She possibly wasn’t paraded around when potential adopters came to visit.  No one could see her sweet nature on a webpage.  When I visited the shelter, I had a dog in mind I saw on the website, but me and that dog in the play area was just me with a dog running about sniffing everything and paying me no attention.  I moved on to see others in the shelter, and they brought this sweet pup out to me and she immediately rolled over for a tummy rub.  She was most playful, never barked or cowered, and never fearful or angry.  Just the sweetest.  A couple more visits to my sweetie and she was mine.

All of our dogs were shelter rescues and we are grateful for each one and the joy they give us.  It is also the responsibility of owners to neuter their pets.  Adopted pets are required to be neutered as part of the adoption.

Please consider a shelter animal. It does not mean there is anything wrong with them. Either elderly owners had to give them up, or college age students could not have a pet in their rental place, or the owners were moving and had to give up their beloved pet.

And, if you can’t adopt one, consider donating necessities or money to the shelter to keep the shelter functioning.

 

Tornado shelter

I got my shelter installed I bought from Tornado Alley Armor. I was on the government rebate program and they will pay half.   I really like it and it fits perfectly at the front of my garage.

http://www.tornadoalleyarmor.com/safe-rooms/models

I had to remove the tools on the wall I organized last year to get the shelter installed, and have figured out a new and better placement for them.  I previously bought galvanized metal wall organizers by Wall Control for the workshop. This time I bought these:

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00DND8MZ6/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o03_s01?ie=UTF8&psc=1

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B007P5OTFU/ref=oh_aui_search_detailpage?ie=UTF8&psc=1

The 8 foot long actually comes in smaller sections that you can either link together to make 8 feet, or use individually wherever you want.  This is makes for a very flexible usage and I will stagger these below each other to maximize the wall space and the garden tools I hang up.

I can’t wait to get started working in the garage before the cold front moves in.