Today I had a blast! And the great thing was I had a total blast here...at home... and it didn't involve shoveling poop, collecting eggs, or grooming a horse. It did involve food, though, and you know how I like to eat. You see, my friend, Angel, came over. She's a fabulous crocheter and knitter. That's cro-shay-er, by the way, not crotch-et-er. I know someone that says they crotch-et. I think it sounds like they have something amiss in their pants.
Anyway, Angel seems to get the knack of fiber arts stuff pretty easy and just flies with it. She's shown me how to crochet a bit, and knit with two different strands of color, and she's only been knitting for around 6 months. Lately she's started spinning fiber. She has herself a spindle and has had the opportunity to use another ladies spinning wheel. She seems to really enjoy the process of hunk of lose fiber to yarn.
When I saw Angel last Tuesday at knitting class petting the yarn I had spun and was knitting with, I told her she should come over and get into some of the fiber I have around here. There's no shortage of fiber colors, breeds, and textures. She said she'd come over and help me card some fiber for me to spin. Well, I had other plans.
It's not often I get someone over here, let alone someone that shares some of the same interests (that doesn't involve various kinds of farm animal poop, lambing, or parasite control). There's no way we were going to work on stuff for me. We were going to work on stuff for her. It was a fiber play date ~ woohoo!!
Of course, when Angel got here, we took a bit of a tour around the farm so she could see the animals. Z was very accommodating and let Angel scratch her under the chin. Then Rain decided it was her time for some attention and was thoroughly spoiled. At one point Angel was standing between Tucker and Rain, scratching them both. The rams must have been impressed with seeing Angel the stranger, because they showed off, doing some play head butting and jumping around. Showoffs!
Then we went in...and I took her into...the cellar. I've pretty much given up on hiding my fiber stash down there from Hon. It's just not feasible anymore. He's been down there fixing the water system, so the jig was kind of up anyway. That was okay, though, because I could haul stuff out without feeling like I was being sneaky. We took bags of stuff upstairs and I showed Angel how to use the hand combs, blending hackle, and the drum carder. I also showed her the hand cards, but neither of us are that impressed with them. They're there if I want to use them. She carded, combed, and created a great looking batt with Icelandic and Leicester Longwool fibers from our sheep. I also sent her home with a variety of fibers to fool with and she left me with some nice Angora and (I think it was) silk rovings to play with.
Oh, and I have to mention the food before I sign off here. Can't forget that now, can I. I made some potato soup and bread. She topped it off by bringing a variety of tea (I am a tea enjoyer), scones with vanilla sauce, and a three cheese bread. She also made my day even further by bringing a bottle of wine and chocolates...and an incredible Bar-b-cue sauce you can only get in South Carolina - she's a southern girl, by the way. I'm enjoying a scone as I type, and I can attest that they are deeeeelicious! I'm tremendously full.
So, there you have it folks. I was like a kid in a candy store today (especially since there was chocolate). I had a great time having someone over to talk fiber and whatever else came to mind. It's always nice to pass along what I've learned and share in something I thoroughly enjoy ~ the fiber arts. See you next time! That chocolate's calling... Smiling & Waving, Sharon
Picture this, it's a Saturday morning and the sun is just starting to peek over the horizon... You open the shades to enjoy the rising sun over the pond and there...in the water...is a goose. I know, it shouldn't be a big deal. Geese and ducks are migrating now, so they come and go. Problem was, this particular goose wasn't going anywhere. It was stuck...in frozen pond.
I must admit, from time to time I've had the wonder cross my mind if waterfowl could actually get stuck in a pond as it freezes over, and now I know. Poor goosie. At least I had Young'un home with me to see this, because sometimes things happen here when no one else is around and they don't believe me. Case in point, the cows that came running through the yard one day ~ I still don't think they believe me on that one.
Anyhow, Young'un and I watched that goose out there for a time, hoping it would be okay. He asked me to go out and help it get loose, at which point I gave him the you gotta be kiddin me look that only a caretaker of children can give, and told him it would be dangerous...not to mention freezing cold...for me to even attempt it. I could just see me doing a belly crawling slink across the thin ice...shudder What a story that would be! I told him we'd have to wait a bit before going out to do chores, because I was afraid we'd scare the poor thing, and him (yes, I'm going to guess it's a gander) hurt his legs while he was stuck. I was hoping as the sun rose to warm the air a bit, along with the goose's body heat, the ice would melt some.
Well, that gander sure was lucky. As I drank my unleaded of the day, watching and waiting, he was able to do a half-turn. Then after a bit he was able to do a full circle. We were sitting there, cheering him on from the house, thrilled to see him getting more movement bit by bit. He struggled and couldn't get out of his little hole, but he didn't give up. I couldn't help but wonder if a goose could get waterlogged and start going under if they were in too long. If that happened and there was a lot of struggling, Young'un would have reminded me where it was at was wading level, looking at me to save the day and drag that goose out. I just know it. In the end, after what must have been hours in that pond between when it would have touched down last evening and when the sun came up, that gander was finally able to get enough energy to hoist itself up onto the ice and slip slide off the pond.
So, there you have it folks. The gander (I still say it was a male) came, the gander got himself frozen in the pond, and the gander, fortunately, was able to work his way out without my having to scare the daylights out of it by going in and un-sticking it. If you ever had the wonder of whether waterfowl could go to sleep in an unfrozen pond, and wake up in a frozen one, it actually can happen. Happy Saturday! Smiling & Waving, Sharon
So I wake up this morning, fumble downstairs to the kitchen, and there...on the table...are two card envelopes with my name on them. Hmmmmm, I'm wondering what I did lately to deserve such a wonderful thing to wake up to. As I stretched my neck over to look at the calendar I heard, "Happy Valentine's Day, Mom!" In my mind I did a head smack and gave myself the "L" looser sign. I could have sworn Valentine's Day was coming up on Monday. I have never until today forgotten about or mixed up Valentine's Day with another holiday. I still can't believe I did it, but I did...and now that you know, you are to keep this tidbit of information to yourself.
I don't know ~ maybe it's the head cold I've been dealing with, along with the Benadryl haze I've been waking up to in the morning. Maybe it was thinking about the foot funk I had to take Kid to the doctor for this morning. Who knows. I forgot. Did I let them know I forgot, though? No way. I opened my cards graciously and told them I had planned on giving them their stuff at dinner. I know, good save. Sometimes I work well under pressure. Hon then said he was going to take me out to dinner this evening, so I just needed to have dinner for the kids.
Here's the thing, when we were at the grocery to pick up Kid's prescription after that doctor appointment, as we were sitting in the van eating lunch while we waited for it, there were a whole bunch of men walking out of there with flowers, cards, and candy. To the point where Kid had actually remarked on it, saying, "Gee, Mom, there sure are a lot of guys buying stuff for today." My remark was, "Bet they forgot," as I smiled and kept eating. When my internal buzzer went off that the prescription should be ready I opted to go into the store while Kid hung back to finish eating, instead of the walk-up window, because I had to join the ranks of men that forgot about the day and buy my sweethearts something for Valentine's Day. It was either that or fess up that I forgot. I swear I was the only woman in that special Valentine's Day aisle. Really. I snatched up some little heart shaped chocolate boxes (slim pickins), a card for Hon (slimmer pickens), paid, and did the walk of shame out of the store with the rest of the forgetters. Even so, Kid had no idea (hehehe).
This afternoon when it was time to get dinner ready for the boys, because spray whipped cream and sprinkles are a staple here, I decided it was breakfast for dinner day, and made them French toast. There's a picture of it up there. I even made the sausage patties into little heart shapes. I set out their dinner, along with their candy boxes, and they were happy. I also set out a box of candy and a card for Hon. Can't leave my Hon out, you know.
This evening when Hon got home he took me out to dinner. Gesh, everyone and their mother was either out to celebrate Valentine's Day, whether they forgot it to begin with and were redeeming themselves, or made reservations. Hon took me to the Old Canal Smokehouse in Chillicothe. If you haven't been there, you need to go. We didn't even have a reservation and they took us pretty quick. Must be because so many folks were at all the chain restaurants waiting over an hour for a seat. So, as Hon and I were sitting at our table, enjoying our beer, eating our dinner, he said he had a meeting this afternoon and the person he was meeting with wanted to meet a bit earlier because he had to leave early. When I asked why, he said because the man forgot about it being Valentine's Day and had to get a card. Hon suggested he get flowers, too...since he forgot. (Notice I'm not mentioning this person's name for the sake of them not getting themselves in trouble with their wife.) After Hon told me why he had to leave early, I just laughed and let it go, opting to focus on my food. You know, because I forgot about it being Valentine's Day, but the family doesn't know that, and you're good at keeping a secret.
So, there you have it folks. I forgot...but I think I had a nice save. Oh, and as for that dinner at the Old Canal Smokehouse, they had a nice dessert on the house for everyone. We were waiting for our bill and next thing we knew we had a piece of pound cake in a glass with strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate drizzle set in front of us to share. It was hard to do, being as I was so full, but I found room to share that wonderful dessert with my soul mate. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
Brian , Kid, Joey, and Young'un
Yesterday was a fantastic day! No, it wasn't because of Superbowl Sunday. Yes, I know who played, who won, and all about the power outage. I had front row seats...from the couch. What I'm talking about is what happened before all of that....
You see, yesterday my round about family members, Joey and Brian, had their Eagle Scout ceremony. I say round about because my father-in-law married a wonderful woman who, when she became part of the family, of course, brought her family along, and now we're a much bigger and fantastic family. With that marriage came her grandsons (that'd be Joey and Brian, along with their parents, of course). Whew! I may just need a chocolate bar after sorting all that out. I suppose Joey and Brian are like our nephews, since their parents are our step-brother-and-sister-in-law...I think...
Anyhow, we were honored to be invited to Joey and Brian's Eagle Scout ceremony yesterday afternoon. Truly honored. You see, becoming an Eagle Scout is a real big deal. Not everyone gets to be one. It takes hard work and determination, and even when you have that, you still might not become an Eagle Scout. In fact, here's a tidbit of information for you - In all the years we've been electing Presidents of the United States, we've had just one that has been an Eagle Scout. That's right...one - Gerald Ford. John F. Kennedy, however, was the first President to be elected who has been a Boy Scout (he was a Star Scout). Some were Cub Scouts, some were scout leaders, and all have been fantastic supporters of the Boy Scouts of America, but only one so far has reached over the Star, past the Life, and soared onto the Eagle.
Becoming an Eagle Scout is an achievement only a small percentage of Boy Scouts obtain. Just think about how many boys you know, and now how many that are actually Scouts, and they're less than a dime a dozen. Becoming an Eagle Scout takes hard work and dedication, not getting lost in other aspects of life, and keeping their eye on achieving that goal. They need to find balance in their day-to-day to get it all done and not fall behind in things. Think about it, a boy becomes an Eagle Scout when he's a teenager, folks. They're already having to deal with school, college choices, raging hormones, and girls. That in itself is enough to make my eyes cross. They need family and community support. Joey and Brian are fortunate to have such wonderful and supportive parents who are there for them when they need it. In fact, their dad is also an Eagle Scout. Once an Eagle Scout, always an Eagle Scout.
Yesterday Kid took part in the ceremony by participating in the presentation of colors by carrying the American flag in. That was not only something he was thrilled to be asked to do, but it also helped him earn his Second Class badge, which he'll be wearing with pride later in the month. It was exciting to see so many Boy Scouts in the room, along with family, friend, school employees, and community members. Everyone was there to cheer Joey and Brian on and help them celebrate their accomplishment.
So, there you have it, folks. Joey an Brian. Eagle Scouts. They worked hard and didn't give up. Do I think it's worth it? Absolutely! They have also shown Kid and Young'un that they, too, have the ability to do what they need to do and become an Eagle Scout. Congratulations, Joey and Brian, you guys rock! Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals wouldn't agree. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm just called Mom. Life on a farm is full of family and hard work and I wouldn't have it any other way.