I was walking in our back yard the other day and I started thinking about all the things I want to tell the next people who buy our home about our plants and shrubs.
We have lived here since 1988 and have landscaped and put in all sorts of plants and shrubs that we care deeply about. I want whoever buys our home to know how to care for the plants in ways that work. I am imagining, of course, that they will keep all the plants we have and just add more.
Husband and I like to imagine that the ideal people to buy our home will be a retired couple, preferably a farm couple who like to garden and can, and who want enough bedrooms for family to visit. Nothing too fancy, but with a nice garden and not too much lawn to mow. We won’t be putting our house on the market for a couple of years yet, and we have lots to do yet to refurbish the interior. I hope whoever moves in after us will be as happy as we have been here.
What sort of people would you want to live in your home after you? What would they need to know about your house to be successful there.
Husband is a sort of left-handed person who does everything he learned before the age of 5 with his left hand. Everything he learned thereafter he does with his right hand. He needs both his hands to function. He switches hands often. Although he writes left-handed, he is right-eye dominant.
He has spent decades typing/ keyboarding multitudes of psychological evaluations, and is a keyboard slammer, particularly with his right hand. It is no surprise that he has carpal tunnel issues in his right hand. It didn’t help that he fell on the ice this winter while walking the dog and sprained his right hand.
He is scheduled for carpal tunnel surgery June 30th. He is quite nervous as he has never had surgery before. I wish I could be more sympathetic. My first surgery, for an umbilical hernia, was at age 9 months, with several surgeries since. I just hope his fingers are no longer numb and he can button his own cuff buttons.
Have you or anyone you know had carpal tunnel surgery? Did it help? What are your surgical experiences?
Went out on Saturday morning and discovered that two of my iris’ are gone! Not eaten by some little critter, but gone – as in pulled up and removed. I water these things every day so I know it happened between 4 p.m. on Friday afternoon and 9 a.m. on Saturday morning.
One was a brand new Red Raptor (the deepest reddish purple you can get without it actually being black) and a lovely shade of orange call Savanna Sunset, which I planted last year. Both of these are colors that are outside the iris norm and that I really loved.
It was quite disheartening and I feel like I’ve joined the ranks for crime victims in the Twin Cities. Obviously this isn’t on the level of car theft or having your house broken into, but it still makes me a little sad. At least both of them were just past their bloom glory for the season.
Our low to the ground Cesky Terrier needed a bath last night. His furnishings and skirt are easier to comb through if he has just been bathed and conditioned, and he was a dirty, tangled mess. His breeder recommended Pantene shampoo and conditioner since it doesn’t dry the dog’s skin. My dog has nicer shampoo than I do!
Our dog loves his baths. We keep dog towels in the entryway closet, and when he sees me take them down he races to the bathroom, sits by the tub, and looks expectantly at me. I have never seen a dog who liked baths as much as our current terrier. Our previous Welsh and Fox Terriers hated their baths and tried to avoid them. I attributed it to their bring earth dogs and being uncomfortable in deeper water. They hated going to lakes. Our Cesky is as earthy as they come, but we have never had him to a lake to see how he would approach the water.
There were after-bath zoomies, of course, and then I brushed and combed out his tangles. He seemed pretty happy.
Any interesting pet bath stories? What is your philosophy on hair care products?What sort of bathtub would you like in your bathroom?
We are incredibly spoiled, and order six pounds of coffee beans every six weeks or so from this coffee place in Brookings, SD. The beans are dark roasted. I place the order on-line, and they arrive, freshly roasted, sometimes the next day via Speedee Delivery. They are Carmen Pampas/San Ignacio blend beans from Bolivia/Peru, and for every pound we order the coffee place makes a donation to destitute schools in Bolivia. The coffee tastes heavenly. We like it strong. We only drink it in the morning. The box of beans is redolent of coffee aroma, even before we open it.
I really don’t know how the coffee place and Speedee Delivery manage to get the beans to us so quickly. It is 500 miles from there to here. We only drink coffee we brew at home, and never go to coffee places in town. I like my coffee with half and half and sugar. Husband needs heavy cream and sugar in his coffee. We use a Bodum French press pot to brew our coffee.
The other day I was able to greet the Speedee Delivery guy when he delivered our coffee order. He told me he couldn’t stand the smell of coffee, and it was really hard when he had to go into coffee shops and got all these boxes of coffee beans to deliver. I sure hope he didn’t have to drive 500 miles to deliver ours! Poor guy!
How do you take your coffee?What cooking smells can’t you abide? What comestibles are you fussy about?
I got a farm magazine the other day and one of the headlines is: “Baby kangaroo poop may hold the key to reducing cows’ methane emissions”. Huh. I googled ‘baby Kangaroo poop’ because I was curious about how many hits there would be on that and how much research has been done on baby kangaroo poop. 2,070,000 hits. I didn’t venture past page 1, and most of the sites are what it’s like inside a kangaroo pouch and how to they stay clean? Which is a good question that I hadn’t thought about before. (The mama ‘roo licks it out to keep it clean. Plus, she produces antimicrobial substances which helps it all stay OK in there.) The things you learn.
And in regard to cows’ methane emissions, “… previous studies had already shown that instead of producing methane, the kangaroo microbes produce acetic acid. Further research revealed that the bacteria only occurs in baby kangaroos, not adults.” *
And the acetic acid prevents methane from producing. It’s been tested in the lab. The next step is testing in live cattle. And the hope is to add it to the diet of cattle. Hmm.
When does a dog start to shed? What triggers that? Bailey still has her thick winter coat and she’s not shedding yet. We’ve been brushing her, and she hasn’t lost much yet. I know other years, it was hot and well into summer before she started to shed. We should just take her to a groomer and get her a haircut.
The crops need a rain. We’re at 770 GDU’s; +245 over normal.
Oats is shorter than we’d like considering it was planted April 14. Corn is doing OK yet. And the soybeans… well, they need a rain to get going. If a seed is sitting in dry dirt, it won’t sprout. It’s hard to believe just a few weeks ago I had wet fields, but the top 3 inches are dry now and the fields are rough looking.
They always say to get seed in the ground ASAP. Beans that were planted two week before mine had the moisture and look good.
This year, just for the heck of it, when planting soybeans with the drill, I left two rows open, plugged one, left two open. That makes 2 rows 7.5” apart, then a 15” gap, then 2 more 7.5”. Why not try it I figured.
We had a baby chick hatch in the incubator last Sunday evening. (S)he was a week early! I wasn’t expecting any until next Monday, the 12th! It’s usually 28 or 29 days to hatch baby chicks or guineas. Guess the mom had been sitting on this one a few days already.
Well, s/he did fine and it’s in the pen with the mail order chicks which arrived on Tuesday. Everyone is doing well so far.
Other projects at home this past week, I got the corn planter and drill cleaned out and put away, outside for now. The concrete guys are here working on my outside slab. I am VERY excited for this outside slab!
I’ve also got the new pump for the pressure washer, I’m rebuilding the fuel sediment bowl on the old 630 tractor, I’ve cut grass, I’ve ordered lumber and picked up some ‘re-stock’ windows for the shed project. I returned my extra seed, and I hauled that fertilizer wagon to the auction site. Normally, you can’t really exceed about 25 mph when towing a wagon. They don’t trail very well and will sway left and right. I could do 26 mph with the fertilizer wagon and only have a little sway. Any faster than that and it swayed crazily. Get that sway bad enough and it will flip the wagon over on it’s side and mess up your day.
I was 15 miles from home with 5 miles to go and in the mirror, I saw a mouse climbing up the wagon frame. Wow! I thought, 1) Where did he come from; where had he been hiding?? And 2) he’s going to be so confused when we get there! But about then he lost his grip and fell to the road. He failed to scamper away for the few seconds I could still see him. Yeah, some trip.
We had one guinea chick hatch on Wednesday, I could hear it cheeping before s/he even got out of the shell. Number one, he’s a crazy chick! Kelly calls him ‘Speedy’. I think s/he, the chick, really just want’s a friend.! Thursday another started to hatch, but s/he didn’t get out very fast, and that membrane dries up and gets hard and I finally cut him out. He took a long time to come around, but he’s doing real well now. And Friday morning we had 2 more. They’re all crazy!
And at the theater, we finally have working AC in the theater! It took 10 months from when we first moved the seats and painted ductwork.
Volunteers painted that in August and it got hung up, got beams on the roof in January, the rooftop unit arrived in May, and then it was just finishing the ductwork connections. And I’ll tell ya, that was far more complicated than I expected! It was really interesting observing the guys doing it.
But now it’s so cold in the theater, I may need sleeves!
Wednesday I was at work sitting at my computer on a Teams meeting (it is like Zoom) when a call came up on my work phone. I could see from the caller ID it was from a 60+ year old friend of ours who lives with her very elderly mother. Her mother has declined in health significantly but expects our friend to maintain a huge yard and vegetable garden without the benefit of ever teaching her how to garden. She has never phoned me at work before, and I was worried something calamitous had happened to her mother.
It was very hot here Wednesday. Our friend had a simple question. Could she water the vegetable garden with the oscillating sprinkler? We had steered her away from sprinklers and encouraged her to get soaker hoses to avoid the fungus and waste of water that comes from aerial sprinklers. This she has done, but her garden is so large she was afraid parts would suffer with the slow pace of soaker hoses. I told her of course, use the sprinkler, but not on the tomatoes or the peas, as they are so prone to fungus and mildew. I get calls from her like this all the time.
Our friend trusts us implicitly regarding her garden, even when our advice is contrary to the somewhat goofy ways her mother has gardened in the past. I guess what we advise makes sense, because the questions keep coming. Sometimes I am amazed how absurd my life is.
What can people trust you to do or help them with? Who do you trust implicitly?
One of my reasons for moving back to Luverne, MN, after I retire is the town theater. I have posted about it before. It is an old but well preserved vaudeville theater that is still the center of town activity. Current movies are shown regularly, as well as live concerts. and there is an active local theater group that puts on plays and musicals.
I want to act. I want to be in a play even if I am the maid. I haven’t participated in theatre activities here because I work full time and I have too many odd relationships here to feel I could really let go and act as the character I was given.
I know there aren’t many roles for women my age, but I am hopeful I could find someone to portray.
What role would you want in a play or musical? Who did you pretend to be when you were a child?What roles have you had?
All of our car talk the other day struck a nerve here.
YA loves cars. She has always had all the cars in the neighborhood memorized and can tell you the make of any car she sees as we’re driving down the street. I wondered if she might go into some kind of automotive engineering but she never seemed interested in that route.
When it was time for her to purchase her first car, she did a lot of research. Unfortunately the first car we went to look at turned out to be one of those cars that was totaled out by an insurance company and fixed up by a third party. As these cars are generally not insurable and YA needed my name on the loan paperwork, I was able to put my foot down easily on this.
The second car was at a dealership and didn’t start. I would have left right then – what kind dealership doesn’t even run down to check that the car will start before an appointment? But she pleaded with me so we looked another car on the lot. It didn’t look to me like the kind of thing she would like but she REALLY wanted a car. The salesman then tried to convince her (while I sitting right there) that leasing a new car would be good. Her eyes got that kind of glazed-over look. I squashed this idea as well as telling the sales guy that he was out of line. But she REALLY wanted a car, so ended up buying one that had fairly low mileage and pretty good price. I told the sales guy that if he was even thinking of telling her it was pre-owned by a little old grandma, to think again.
This was the car that got sideswiped and totaled out two years later. Back down to a different dealership. This car turned out to be a stick, which was why it had been sitting on the lot for a while; the website didn’t say it was a manual so everybody who came to see it passed on it. I suggested to her that if the dealership couldn’t be bothered to fix the listing online, maybe they weren’t to be overly trusted. But she REALLY wanted a car so she signed on the dotted line. Luckily she learned to drive in Civetta, my Honda Civic, which had been a stick.
She’s whined about this car for a bit over the last few years and in the past month or so had set out a timeline (about 8 months from now) for looking for a new car.
Fast forward to last week. I got some frantic texts – she had locked herself out of her car at the station/carwash down the street. Apparently she got out of the car to pay for the carwash and the door swung shut. I know you’re thinking, how did it get locked? Well, if the car is RUNNING when you get out to pay for the carwash……. I drove down with her spare key, but of course it didn’t work. It took about 20 minutes and $80 to get somebody there to break into her car (AAA had a 2-hour wait). As I was driving home I thought to myself “that’s the nail in the coffin for that car.”
And I was correct. A couple of days ater, she took off at lunch with a “I’m going to look at a car” called over her shoulder. I thought to myself “she’s going to buy a car today”. Luckily the days of my having to go with her are over. I was correct again – she bought a car. A new car. Honda (I can’t remember the make) with some kind of hatch back and I think it’s a hybrid as well. Won’t know for sure until the end of June when she picks it up. She’s done the math and says she can afford it, although she did sheepishly say she should probably cut back on some of her clothing/shoe purchases for a while. Good thing she’s living rent-free with mom!
There’s been A LOT of car talk the last few days – I’m just grinning it and bearing it – hopefully it will die down for a bit soon. At least until it gets closer to the car’s arrival!
Oh. terriers!! Ever since we got our Cesky Terrier in May, 2022, we have kept the basement door shut to keep him from going into the basement to chase the cat and do indiscriminate marking to claim the territory as his own. This rather isolated the cat, but we tried to give her as much attention as we could.
Being a terrier, Kyrill turned getting to the basement into a game and a challenge. He would wait for any opportunity to get down there, lurking to see if we forgot to shut the basement door, then racing down the stairs, chasing the cat, and eating her food.
We picked him up from the boarding kennel yesterday, and I decided to change strategies regarding the basement. Before we picked him up I put a gate in front of the basement room where the litter box and cat food resides so the cat could get in but Kyrill couldn’t. He was so excited to see us when we got him home that he didn’t even notice the basement door was open. Once he noticed, he immediately ran downstairs, but, because we didn’t chase him and because he wanted to be with us he came right back upstairs. He ran up and down rapidly a couple more times, but eventually settled on the sofa with me. The cat walked into the livingroom several times and he ignored her.
I could kick myself for not doing this earlier. Now I have a much happier cat who can wander upstairs as she wishes, and a dog who is probably waiting for an opportunity to make some other activity into a game.
Why is it we want what we can’t have? What have you wanted and then regretted once you got it?
