Darn, I wish I could remember who to attribute the quote to, but someone once said; "There are times when, no matter what the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees."
I've found, more and more, that just when the rest of the world is doing its damnedest to drown it out... Well, that's when my inner voice speaks loudest.
For instance: Last Wednesday I was running waaay behind where I wanted to be and fighting crappy weather and idiotic drivers while on my way to the coast of North Carolina. There's a stretch of I-40 from Tennessee to North Carolina that follows a river gorge through the Smoky Mountains - we refer to it simply as "The Gorge." It's about 30 miles of sharp curves where trucks are not even allowed in the left lane. It was snowing hard, the road was slick and the "motoring public" seemed determined to prove what incompetent drivers they really are. And it was right in the midst of all this when my inner voice said, "Wow! Look at it snow - Isn't this beautiful?!!" And it was! (After that, the rest of the trip was a piece of cake...)
Quite well, Ali - Thanks! I just finished my first week with the new company and it feels like I've found a home, the weather is supposed to be gorgeous this weekend, we've been invited to the birthday party of our precocious little niece (she's three!) and I woke up this morning more in love than I ever thought possible.
Five Germans in an Audi Quattro arrive at the Italian border.
The Italian border guard stops them and says,"Itsa illegala to putta five-a people in a Quattro !"
"Vot do you mean, it's illegal ?" the German drivers asks.
"Quattro means four!" the policeman answers.
"Quattro iz just ze name of ze #?#?# automobile" the German shouts ... "Look at ze dam paperz: Ze car is dezigned to carry 5 people!"
"You canta pulla thata one on me ! " says the Italian border guard. "Quattro means'a four. You have'a five-a people in'a your caare and you are therefore abreaking'e the lawa!"
The German driver gets mad and shouts "You ideeiot ! Call ze zupervizor over! Schnell! I vant to spik to zumvan viz more intelligence!!!"
"Scuza" the Italian says, "He cant'a come'a. He'sa buzy with a two guys in a Fiat Uno."
Yep, too true! Really looking forward to the end results... I reckon that's the beauty of creation - Just because the initial hard work is over doesn't mean that the enjoyment is gone. Indeed, it's usually just beginning!
Or, said another way, I love it when a plan comes together!
Wow! A long, tough and very satisfying week is behind me. (First week with the new company!)
And something that I overheard on the CB radio this afternoon caused me to realize that if you want proof that America 'works', all you have to do is look at Michael Jackson!
(Where else but America could a little black boy grow up to be a rich white woman?)
Missed this thread orginally, but if it's not too late - Stay away from the Windex! It will make the hair look better initially, but it will also break the hide down over time.
Having said that - and having considerable experience with this type of thing, from brain tanning to preserving old hides - A cup of cornmeal massaged into the hair hair side then combed or brushed out will not only clean it, but provide vital oils to the hair as well as leave a beautiful shine. (Deer hair is hollow and as a result is subject to breaking easily if not cared for properly.) You shouldn't need anything for the hide itself if it was properly tanned initially, but if its dry/cracking, then a very thin coat of neetsfoot oil massaged into the hide should be all it needs.
'Morning sleepyhead! Coffee coming up w/cream and sugar. The cast iron skillet is warming up and the biscuits are almost done. (There's also a little homade blackberry jelly left from the batch we made last August, if you want some!)
Hey Robbbbbbberrrrrrt! When you get up, I've got a special pot of coffee just for YOU - Weakened down considerably from my usual "float a muleshoe/dissolve a spoon" variety, it's still damned tasty! (Yeah I know there's a 3 hour time difference, but I've been up for almost 4 hours!)
Okay, give me a minute to clear my head and get things figured out, then I'll post 'em. And tell Mr. Wonderful that the coffee's on, but we need some more wood from out back!
Morning Jaquie! The best cure I've found for a hangover was worse than the hangover its'self. Fortunately, since it seems no matter how much I drink, I never really get drunk anymore, I also don't have to worry about hangovers. (And I've found that, since it doesn't really affect me all that much, I drink alot less than I used to.)
We don't actually have a woodstove in the house (YET) but I've got 2 small wood burners in my little camp out back - One was designed to be used in a canvas tent (although I used it to heat the tiny little cookhouse I lived in the last 2 years I was in Kansas) and the other is a small potbelly cooking stove. I still use them both on days when it's too warm to cook inside or when I'm out back puttering around and need a little warmth in the leanto.
I've got a couple of pics that I took yesterday ("kinda' before" and "almost after") of the gardens I'm building, that'll give you an idea of what it looks like where we live. I guess I could start a thread and post 'em if you care to see 'em?
Oh, and I agree 100% about the the aroma of coffee! Nothin' better in the world than the smell of coffee mingled with woodsmoke in the morning!
Yes Ma'am - Napalm is available for takeout. In the meantime, 1 iced tead coming up!
And if I pop out from time to time to check a gardening thread in another forum, Y'all just feel free to help yerselves. All the fixin's are handy on the counter and there's cordwood in the box behind the stove. (Just be careful and don't singe yer eyebrows when you raise the stovelid!)
This would be funny if I hadn't once climbed into the backseat of a Crewcab pick-up after leaving a parts store. The next day, I was back - in a different pick-up - and the guy at the parts counter said, "Did you lose yer' steerin' wheel yesterday?"
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RE: Maybe I Just Have a Sick Sense of Humor????
In Nevada:Here lies Lester Moore
Shot to death with a .44
No Les, no more.
In Lincoln, Ks., on the grave of a traveling salesman:
"He stopped here last."
In Southeast Kansas:
"I'm not really here, but don't tell the authorities!"