tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610150529755206712024-03-14T08:51:06.119-04:00Hoosier Country HomeA Blog about Homesteading, Family, and Rural Christian LivingMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-83279625229462754752021-06-15T19:10:00.002-04:002021-06-15T19:10:35.285-04:00New Nemesis??<p> I mowed today and, in the process, may have discovered a new homestead nemesis. It's not a new one, even to me, but since I've kind of been "doing the minimums" for the last couple of years it's had a chance to sneak up on me and get established. Mulberries trees. They're everywhere!! </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBC2d-GSB0-Xj1HK4GaOcTK1GbC5KJJstQB7qc4mdVgNicLxO6qaDydYdWuXl5MOQuFifJn8b0RLWXzZrUgbCoeQ1uWdXazl3Yle6Nchcv-CBP3cKJze2wYLC6Pj23x9aqNPyULwlqns/s1080/nemesis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="1080" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBC2d-GSB0-Xj1HK4GaOcTK1GbC5KJJstQB7qc4mdVgNicLxO6qaDydYdWuXl5MOQuFifJn8b0RLWXzZrUgbCoeQ1uWdXazl3Yle6Nchcv-CBP3cKJze2wYLC6Pj23x9aqNPyULwlqns/w640-h360/nemesis.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new homestead nemesis?</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br />Since it's the season for them to ripen I could easily spot their beautiful red and purple berries. Everywhere. Stubbornly growing up through every neglected fence line. Stealthily invading every unpoliced border with the wooded area next to my house. Brazenly growing up right through the lilac bushes. Everywhere!</p><p>My next question is "What now?" I have a chainsaw, of course, and will probably employ that to terminate most of them with extreme prejudice. I'll drag them into a brush pile and burn them all this winter. However, I know from experience most of them will grow back. I could - and eventually may have to - purchase some Tordon or equivalent to keep them from coming back, but I prefer to keep the herbicide use to a minimum, or not at all if possible. I will be looking for a non-herbicide solution first!</p><p>So there it is! Another challenge to address on the Hoosier Country Homestead! All that being said, if that's the worst problem I have going I'm still pretty well off! I am, in fact, still blessed!</p><p>Col. 1:9-12,</p><p>Mark</p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-77122143288968727512021-06-03T13:12:00.001-04:002021-06-03T19:13:24.833-04:00Back again... Again!<p> So... I'm not dead yet! I am: </p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Mostly recovered from a couple of rough medical years. I'm much better now and am (hopefully) done with surgeries for awhile. I have some limitations, but they're not too onerous.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>A 'long haul' Covid survivor from January of this year. The 'survivor' bit was an open question for a few days, but once again God came through and answered a lot of prayers. Lungs and heart have a ways to go, but overall I feel pretty good!</li></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Retired! Not exactly my preferred timing, but I could no longer keep up the pace required as the site's Chief System Test Engineer and God has blessed so we can do so pretty comfortably.</li></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Able to be active for solid 1/2 days, which is enough to have a nice garden and keep up the homestead. Hopefully that will improve but even if it doesn't, it's all good. I'll be telling you about it!</li></ul><p></p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Still blessed!</li></ul><p></p><p>We're up to 5 grands, we have a garden, and chickens, and have a lot going on in our lives. The plan is to catch up with you all and, at least once a week, get back to sharing a bit of our lives on the Hoosier Country Homestead!</p><div><div>Col. 1:9-12</div><div><br /></div><div>Mark</div></div>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-51488924252332345362019-01-30T16:06:00.000-05:002019-01-30T16:13:22.398-05:002018 in a Nutshell!Hi Folks!!<br />
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If anyone is still out there paying attention, or just wondering what in the world happened to Mark, I've got some updates and some answers!!<br />
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This year was not a bad garden year, but not our greatest either. It was cold and really wet early on and our green beans (like most other folks in the area) just didn't come on well. That being said, we ended up with about 70 something pints against the 130 something pints from last year. Not awful, but we're hoping for better next year. The other crops survived the cold spring reasonably well, and we had a number of harvests like this - less the butternut squash and sweet potatoes - over the season. The pictures don't include the obligatory over abundance of summer squash, zucchini, and tomatoes that most everyone has most years!<br />
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I had some good help getting the crops out of my weedy garden some days. I love when they ask Papa if they can go work in the garden with me. The two city girls have developed a love of working the garden. It makes a Papa proud! They've also developed a love of digging for worms. Don't get that one, but I always tell them "Have at it!" A couple of the grands just didn't seem to be up to helping out! Maybe next year!<br />
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With all that help De , along with a little assistance from me, got a lot of canning done and we were able to put up a nice variety of yummy things for the family and us.<br />
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We also had some great family times! One of the highlights was being able to dance with Daughter #1 at her wedding! It was a wonderful, magical day and we added another amazing son-in-law to the family.<br />
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Lastly, I got some answers to my long running health questions, but had a couple of rough spots along the way. After months of appointments and tests and a half a dozen doctors I have a diagnosis: It's not Lupus, it's Polymyalgia Rheumatica. It's an autoimmune condition that attacks muscle tissue. It's not, at least on it own, degenerative but it causes a boatload of pain and some serious fatigue. There's no cure, but it's surprisingly easy to beat into remission with a couple of years of low dose immune suppressants. In the grand scheme of things that's good news!<br />
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There were some rough spots along way that are a lot more amusing looking back on them than they were at the time. One of my mid-stream pain medication protocols didn't suit me very well and I ended up passing out while on my feet. At a fancy company "Winter Celebration". In front of 500 coworkers and spouses, and with a 4 piece string ensemble playing in the background. I ended up with a concussion and don't remember much but I'm told there were a handful of medical professional spouses looking after my pasty, prone, and out-like-a-light self as I lay on the floor right in front of the hors d'oeuvre table. I was out for about 20 minutes, and only have a few 'snapshot' memories of the next two hours. I'm told there were security folks, and two policeman, and no less than two fire trucks with crews, all before the paramedics arrived. I have a lot to live down!<br />
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The concussion is mostly better but I'm still light sensitive and get frequent headaches. I also hurt my right hand on the way down. I expected it would eventually get better with time like most hard bumps but it didn't. After shameless procrastination and considerable urging from De I finally went in "just to have it checked out". It took me awhile so sort out the radiologist's report (the family doc just said 'fractured'), but near as I can tell I ripped one of the ligaments in my thumb clean off the bone and took a chip with it. I see the hand doc tomorrow who will tell me if it's Ginsu knife time, just a cast, or something else.<br />
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Even with all that, I'm doing better that I have in a long time. They have my pain meds tuned up pretty well with no narcotics involved. I'm getting around most of the time without my cane, and that just in time to dance with my daughter at her wedding! I'm on a good path and am looking forward to feeling even better! One more time, I am so blessed!<br />
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MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-51237244581210304692018-08-15T18:28:00.000-04:002018-08-15T18:28:29.056-04:00Yes, we have a garden!!Hi Folks!!<br />
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We do, in fact, have a working garden!! As you can see it's a real ugly, unkempt, one (more on that in a bit), but God has blessed our efforts and the harvest is coming in! </div>
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It has been very hot, very wet, and very humid here in NE Indiana this summer (95F/35C with 90ish %RH) and for the first time in many years, the green beans will likely have a poor showing. We thought the tomatoes would never start turning red, but they seem to be coming on quickly now and we'll have a good tomato year. Broccoli did well. Peppers, zucchini, summer squash, cucumbers, and egg plant are doing very well. Beets and sweet potatoes seem to be doing fine. Cabbage was a total loss as was the brussel sprouts. Today is the start of canning season for us, so we are "off to the races"!</div>
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We have had some hard times this summer, too, in a couple of ways.</div>
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On August 5th De's Mom fell in her apartment. She shattered her shoulder joint, broke her knee cap, some bones in one hand, and maybe her hip. Her lifelong heavy smoking habit had left her frail, and her kidneys, heart, and lungs could not tolerate the shock of her injuries. On August 10th, early in the morning, she went to be with Jesus. De and her other daughter were with her when she died. Family, Church, and friends all pulled together to get us through this difficult time, and we held her funeral on the 14th.</div>
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To complicate matters a bit more, I seem to have developed a new 'thing' over the last few months. The preliminary diagnosis is lupus, but we may not know for sure until November, which is the earliest available rheumatologist appointment. I have the usual bone-crushing fatigue, joint and muscle pain, and funky rash across my nose and cheeks that comes and goes, as well as some balance, speech, and cognitive issues. (No stroke - they checked.) I use a cane pretty much full-time now for balance, when I'm not in the house. (Thus the shoddy looking garden. Harder to swing my beefy weed whacker when you need to use it to balance some, too. It can be done, but it's slooowww.) </div>
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Even with all that, we are still blessed. The outpouring of caring we received when Mom B. passed was amazing. Everyone has been great in accommodating me and my new limitations - well beyond what they need to. I'm getting along OK with prayers, rest, and ibuprofen in equal abundance, and I'm praying for a cancellation that allows me to see the rheumatologist soon. By God's grace I can do most of what I need to do (including the garden) and some of what I want to do. He provides for what I can't do. And we have some really good tasting bell peppers and tomatoes!!</div>
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-61941264724501466722018-07-01T17:22:00.001-04:002018-07-01T17:22:53.071-04:00It Ain't Pretty, But....Hi Folks,<br />
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Yeah - I'm still not dead yet, but I'm a pretty lousy blogger!! It's July and my last post was about winter! What a looser!<br />
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Things here are mostly the same. My health hasn't gotten better but it's not gotten much worse either, so that counts as a victory. I'm still able to do almost anything I want, only in limited quantities and slower than I used to. Still - it's all pretty good.<br />
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We do have a garden this year. Smaller than most years, but a little bigger than last year. It sure ain't pretty, but it's growing like crazy. That is not, of course, do to any ninja gardening skills or deep, dark, family gardening secrets. It mostly due to the almost tropical weather we've had this spring. Lots of rain, with local flooding in some areas, and higher than normal temperatures and humidity. We're toward the end (I hope) of a string of days with 105 degree F heat indexes. Great for the garden, not so great for gardeners. Outdoor work gets done early mornings (on days off) and evenings (on day-job work days) and it's indoor work the rest of the time.<br />
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So the garden... Last fall I had just enough energy to get the harvest in, but didn't get the usual post-harvest clean-up done. That's kicking the can down the road, I know, but sometimes that has to be good enough. In any case, before I could started on the spring work, I had to do last fall's work first. The problem was that it was so wet, and for a short time flooded with an inch or so of water, I couldn't get into it when I needed to. So when I could get to it, I started with this:<br />
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We were able to do two things this year that made the job a lot easier. First, I was able to buy a Mantis tiller from a friend at the day job. I can easily lift it into the beds and it is a terror on quackgrass roots. For guy with limited energy it was truly a God-send. With the tiller we got the garden, in stages, to:<br />
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Second, and a number of weeks into the process, we broke down a bought a heavy duty gas-powered weed wacker. We have a battery powered one that is small enough De can use it, but it just wasn't up to the task by far. I could almost hear the snickering mockery of the weeds as the battery wore down and the weeds grew taller. With my heavy duty gas powered one, weeds get hacked off at ground level with no debate or discussion. It's a beautiful thing! With the new weed wacker, and some of the usual effort required to get a garden in we got to:</div>
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Yesterday, with the hog-panel cages on everything it looked like:</div>
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So I still need a long term mulch solution between the beds. You can see the old feed sacks held down by garden staples in some of the pictures. It works ok, but boy is it ugly and it consumes a lot of garden staples. Leigh at Five Acres and a Dream had a great post about the mulching problem, and after seeing it all laid out I think I'm going to go with the feed sacks but cover them with wood chip mulch - after it cools down a bit.</div>
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Anyways, there it is - The Hoosier County Homestead garden, such as it is. One other tidbit, mostly for your amusement. Sumac is a constant battle here at the edges of any wooded area. It's very invasive and keeping it at bay without a lot of chemicals is a constant battle. De and I were recently gone for a week of vacation. When we came back we discovered it had stormed hard enough to push the walls of the hoop house in far enough to dump some stuff that was sitting on sawhorses on one side on the ground and...<br />
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... the sumac was trying to take over! All this in about two weeks of growth.<br />
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All in all things are pretty good and, as usual, I know for certain I am blessed.<br />
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-48089887039321369432018-02-18T21:51:00.000-05:002018-02-18T21:55:22.739-05:00Relearning WinterI've never been a big fan of winter. Not that I hate it and, truth be told, I've missed it when I've lived in places that that didn't have a real, Midwestern, winter. I just enjoy the other seasons more.<br />
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This winter is no exception. A few weeks ago I was ready to be done with winter. I don't get a vote, of course, but still I was ready to be done with single digit temperatures, treacherous 40 mile commutes to the day job, clearing vehicles before you can drive them, bundling up to go out and do anything, and wading through snow to do the chores.<br />
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Last week we got a bunch of the white stuff early. I don't always get the tractor out to clear the driveway with new snow since De and I both drive AWD vehicles, but this time there was enough I had to. My little tractor can only push so much and if we had gotten more I'd have been in trouble.<br />
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Then we had a day or two of warmer weather where much, but not all of it, melted. Then colder weather guaranteeing what was left would stay for the weekend. This weekend, the kids and grandkids were up for the one year birthday of the youngest one, and the announcement there is another on the way. With snow on the ground and an open hill in front of the house there was bound to be sledding. De and I have five or six sleds from when our kids were young we keep for just such an opportunity. With an inch or so of new snow Saturday night, it was clear there would be more after Church on Sunday.<br />
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Saturday was the birthday party, and after the traditional festivities Papa took the four girls, the two grands and the two adopted grands from my last post, out to play in the snow. Between Saturday and Sunday there was:<br />
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"Bears" in the snow,<br />
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And lots of smiles and laughter.<br />
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Through it all, Papa 'relearned' winter. Where I had seen mostly inconvenience, the grandkids saw a wonderland of imagination, endless possibilities, and pure joy. For the price a few days of achy joints and sore muscles, I got to share in it all and see winter anew in the laughter of the children I love. The days where I can do that will someday, perhaps someday soon, come to a close so I'm cherishing the opportunities I have. It was worth every minute I'll spend with the heating pad, every ibuprofen I'll need in the next day or two to get through the workday, and every bit of muscle cream I'll use before bed. This day, I am truly blessed!<br />
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-11318247552272813682018-02-04T14:08:00.000-05:002018-02-04T18:49:19.484-05:00What it's all aboutYep. We got it. De and I, both. Not sure who was first, but in the end it didn't matter. I'm taking about the flu of course, which has been burning through this part of the country. I don't know specifically which variety because when I called the doc he said, via his nurse, "Don't bother to come in to be tested, it's the flu." Since I was already on Tamiflu as a preventative (due to my unrepentantly, unabashedly, underperforming immune system) they called in an Rx of the same stuff for De.<br />
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It was too late. By the time De got home from work it was clear she had it, too. A woman who has essentially become a third daughter picked up De's prescription for her and we both settled in for the siege. Being on Tamiflu did seem to help because neither of us got seriously ill. The fact that I didn't get seriously ill, even being on Tamiflu, is a simply a testament to God's grace. There have been over 136 flu deaths in Indiana so far and many of those are folks who had compromised immune systems. Like me. I was expecting real trouble and got no more than healthy people get. Once again, we are so blessed.<br />
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So - Down to the 'What it's all about part'. We got a few inches of fresh snow last night and after church (which De and I sat out this week) the same adopted daughter who picked De's meds stopped by with her two daughters (Adopted granddaughters!! Woot! Woot!). They wisely didn't come in, but the three of them brushed the snow off both our vehicles, cleared the snow from our patio, took our trash down to the trash cans, and the girls each made a little snowman to sit on the benches outside the front door.<br />
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Their family has been a joy to us for the past few years and even more in the past few months. We were so honored and humbled by their kindness. I'm going to be smiling all week, everytime I think about it. Kindness, community, family, Christianity - Yep! That IS what it's all about.<br />
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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Mark<br />
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<a name='more'></a>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-73282841112054612662018-01-31T18:03:00.002-05:002018-01-31T18:23:01.965-05:00Sorry, Girls!!There were bad vibes, accusations of disloyalty, a little bit of name calling (Slackers!), and even some occasional talk of summary executions. But, before you wipe me completely out of your cyberspace, hear me out.<br />
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Just before it got cold this winter - I mean the first stretch that was real, single digit and not all of them positive cold - the eggs pretty much dried up and almost the whole flock went into a molt. The timing was exquisite and couldn't have been worse. Feathers were everywhere, eggs were nowhere, for more than a month they rarely left the coop and on the coldest days we left it closed up. It was a pitiful sight to see.<br />
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Everyone gets a pass on egg laying during a molt. They pretty much get a pass when its really cold or miserably hot. For the molt we stocked up on "Feather Fixer" and let it run its course. And, as you all knew would come, first there were pin feathers then there were full feathers then there were warmer temps and chickens out happily scratching in the run. And still no eggs.<br />
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That's when it started. For a week we talked about how we would replace the lot of them. The following week we got more irked everytime we went to the laying boxes. We were getting one or two eggs every other day, and were not pleased. Being chickens and all, they were all pretty much oblivious to our frustration with their shoddy performance, which which did nothing to enhance their position. They had just about sealed their grizzly (but nonetheless tasty) fate when, on a lark, De checked the little 'nursery' annex we added to the coop.<br />
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Oops... Sorry, girls... Nevermind all that talk about you getting up close and personal in the crock pot with sweet onions and baby carrots...<br />
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For now...<br />
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-59069471333641256802018-01-14T19:56:00.000-05:002018-01-14T21:57:03.166-05:00A Fresh Start!It's cold here in NE Indiana. Again. With the exception of one anomalous 50F day last week, we've had single digit positives and negatives or low teens in both directions for several weeks now. After a while it starts to kind of sink into your bones, which makes those occasional warm days even more of a blessing. This morning was no exception. Depending on whose thermometer you were looking at it was somewhere between -4F and 9F at first light. Brrrrr!<br />
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There was one difference between this morning (Sunday - January 14) and the way most of our bone-chilling mornings have been. The sun was out. One of the reasons the morning was so cold is that the clouds cleared off during the night and the open sky just sucked what heat there was right out of the air. (The physics behind that phenomena is really cool - no pun intended - but most folks know that clear skies=cold nights and are justifiably not really interested in the mathy specifics of how God designed it all to work. Still...)<br />
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I suppose it works this way in most places but, here at least, sunny skies after a clear, cold, cold night makes for a simply glorious morning! We had a light, soft snow whisper in early last evening with no breeze, so when the sun came up every twig in every tree and every standing stalk of roadside grass was painted with a frosty, glowing blaze of sunlight. It was clear and crisp and wonderfully perfect. Adding to that, while I was doing the Church Security team thing and watching for other things, I got to watch a dozen or so deer pick their way across an open field between wooded areas near the church building. Glorious!!<br />
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And to make life even better, the garden seed and tree catalogs have started to arrive. De and I have always enjoyed planning the garden in the months before we can actually work it, and the seed catalogs always provide fuel for that fire. For us, when the planning begins, it's much like the dawning of a new day like we had today. It's like a fresh start! Never mind we couldn't do all we wanted to do last year, or the year before. Never mind there is still a bit of clean-up to do before we can really get things started in the spring. Never mind the 'new health realities' mean focusing on less labor intensive methods of doing things. It's a blank garden canvas that we can paint however we choose. Once again, simply glorious!!<br />
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Speaking of wonderful things, last post I promised a picture of the grand kids, so here it is. The family did PJ pics for family Christmas this year, and this is ours with the grands. (The oldest never gives you a natural smile unless you catch her off guard!) As many of you know, grand kids are such a blessing, and De and I are loving being grandparents. We don't get to see them nearly often enough, so when we do its always a wonderful (and exhausting!) time. We are so looking forward to having them come to the homestead in the spring.<br />
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While we were down at their place a few weeks ago the oldest one, as kids often do, was asking her dad for something that was not going to be in the family spend plan. Dad was telling her if she wanted something like that she would need to get a job and, since she did not have a job, that item was not going to be forthcoming. Her reply just made my heart sing. "Yes I do!! Helping Papa in the garden!!" Papa resisted the urge to whip out his wallet and buy whatever it was she wanted, but it sure made my day! It assured Grammy De and I that we are making an impact and a difference in the life of those children! And that is truly glorious.<br />
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-92221903405336963302017-12-23T22:05:00.000-05:002017-12-23T22:33:31.806-05:00Ummmm... I'm not dead yet!Hi Folks,<br />
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I've actually got a t-shirt that says that. "I'm not dead yet!"<i> </i> Daughter #1 got it for me several years ago when she was studying in England where she saw "Spamalot" live, but that's another story. I wear it when I'm in the hospital because the nurses get a kick out of it. The fact that I know that, I suppose, needs to be part of this one.<br />
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So first things things first, I am still alive and more or less OK. That being said, it's been a year of changes. Where do I start?<br />
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First the good stuff. We have a grandson! Born February first, he's an amazing gift from God for both this parents and us. His name is Maverick. He lives, with his sisters and parents of course, about 2 1/2 hours away - which is pretty hard on Grammy De. Pics to come.<br />
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The homestead is pretty much the same. We sent about 10 chickens to freezer camp and bought a few more. We have seven now, and just as it turned cold they started a molt. We'll be glad to get everyone past that. We'll grow up a few more in the spring.<br />
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The garden actually shrunk this year, but it was still respectable. We had high hopes, but energy was an issue. There were still 130+ pints of green beans, only 30+ of tomato products. There were cabbages, beats, sweet potatoes, egg plant, onions, zucchini, summer squash, cucumbers, a couple different kinds of peppers. Not a bad year, and we have high hopes for next year.<br />
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And the nitty gritty: It's called CVID - Common Variable Immunodeficiency. You've almost certainly never hear of it: Statistically there should be only about 6200 of us in the whole USA. That means about 132 in the whole state of Indiana and 3 in the rural 4-county NE corner where I live. I don't know the real numbers. I've never personally met another CVID patient, but know of several from blogs and other web pages. Google it if you're interested but the short story is that I don't manufacture certain classes of antibodies, and have a pretty constant string of small infections interspersed with the occasional major one. There is a a short list of weird stuff that comes along for the ride. I was diagnosed in 2012, but this year it 'bit' harder than most. Fatigue is the real problem, which is why, sometimes, things just don't get done.<br />
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There were a few little health things going on that become bigger things when you throw CVID in the mix. I had two surgeries this year: One planned - an inguinal hernia fix, and one unplanned - a 7mm kidney stone they had to go fetch ten days after the hernia surgery. And a prostate cancer scare (I'm clear for now - recheck in a couple of months.) And a 17mm spleenic aneurysm that seems to be stable for now. And acute bronchitis - again. (I'm mostly past that for now.) And I've stopped manufacturing sufficient vitamin D (that's a CVID related thing) which is part of the whole fatigue thing. You get the picture.<br />
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So with all that, things have slowed down across the board. At home, pretty much everything takes longer to do and some things just don't get done. At the day job, I've had to step out of what was a central role in major programs, into more of a support role. Having to do that stung a little bit, but the folks at work were and are great about it, and it's for the best. God only knows for certain, but the slower pace is likely a permanent thing.<br />
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I think I promised, a year ago, to spill the beans on the day job. I'm a physicist (BS only, not PhD) at a mid-sized defense company and I am, or was anyway, the chief system test engineer for many of the USA's weather satellite primary sensors (think: "camera", but about the size of a mid-sized garden tractor.) You likely have not heard of my company and, as much as I like it, I'm not going to name it. If you've seen weather satellite pictures (think hurricanes this year) on TV or the internet, you've seen a bit of my handiwork. Ok, promise kept - 'nuf about that.<br />
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Just so no one is tempted to think otherwise - I am STILL blessed. Wildly. Immensely. God is still in control. I have a wonderfully supportive family. I can still hold a job, and work for a company that is willing to let me. I can do almost anything I want on the homestead, just not as much of it. I have a team of about 6 really good doctors that keep me going. Life on the Hoosier Country Homestead is still really, really good.<br />
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I will try and post a more frequently. And I will get back to reading your blogs. I seem to be on the upswing, and have collected a handful of post-worthy stories about the homestead, family, and life with CVID.<br />
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Do take care all and, as always, Col. 1:9-12.<br />
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MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-68146437922515289542017-01-08T19:52:00.001-05:002017-01-08T19:52:30.006-05:00Catching Up #1It's time to get started on these catch-up posts. I'm going to do them by topic, so the first one is going to cover the saga of 'The birds'. (With apologies to Alfred H.) <br />
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This year we added to, and later subtracted from, our chicken flock. It all started when our one reliably broody hen went broody once again. We were hoping it would happen and was glad when it did. We carefully selected the eggs we wanted to her sit on and sit she did!<br />
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In the mean time, since she was sitting in a nest box some 18" off the floor of the coop, we set about building a nursery annex to the coop. We ended up with a "nursery annex" box off the west side of the coop a little more then twice, in each dimension, the size of a nest box. It could be opened to the coop or blocked off. It had a separate pop door to an isolated yard space set up for chicks. We still need to paint it, but we didn't want to paint and then drop the hen in, so we left it unpainted until next spring.<br />
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When the nursery was done we moved our broody hen there and waited for the chicks to hatch. 18, 19, 20, 21 (OK, so maybe we counted wrong), 22, 23 (Umm - This isn't good), 24, 25. A little candling action showed no chicks. Not one. In any egg. From any hen. It seems Ivan Crossbeak the Rooster had worse issues than just a crossbeak. 26, 27, 28. So what's a flock owner (and a broody, expectant hen) to do?<br />
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The answer is, "We did what we could and, by the grace of God, got away with it." We went to our favorite local farm store and bought 6 chicks. Then, late in the evening but well before dark, we picked up the hen, pulled out the eggs, put in the chicks and hoped for the best. Two of the chicks ran straight under the hen. The other 4 essential mobbed her. She immediately accepted them all. Whew!! 5 of the 6 survived and we had our replacements for some of our aging hens.<br />
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Jumping forward to fall, production from our 11 older laying hens had dwindled to two or three eggs a day. Most of the eggs were coming from the 4 Easter eggers. The 4 Red Stars were generating a few eggs a weeks, and the 5 Buff Orpingtons were done. A little internet work and a few phone calls later and we had located a place to process our birds. We considered doing them ourselves, but decided we weren't going to butcher often enough to invest in the things we needed to do it right. Ivan went too, and a couple of weeks later we had 10 whole "slow cooker" chickens in the freezer.<br />
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Just today, we got eggs from every one of the new additions. We lost of the one of the Easter eggers to an accident and one to predators, so we now have a flock of seven hens. We're considering added a few more in the spring. We're also considering adding a rooster back into the flock. One of my good friends from the 'day job' has one we could buy now if we decide we want one. <br />
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So that's the story on the birds! All in all, we're in a pretty good place today with our flock. Once again we blessed.<br />
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Col.1:9-12,<br />
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Mark<br />
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-51126134338785688812016-12-18T19:25:00.001-05:002016-12-18T19:25:41.509-05:00Back in the saddle? I hope so!!First post in 6 months!! So I suppose I owe some answers. Let me see if I can shed some light.<br />
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First up, I'd guess, is "So how are you doing? Last we heard you were mostly confined to your recliner recovering from something or other." In general, I'm doing pretty well, but there some things about 'the new me' I'm still coming to terms with. Pretty much everything about eating and drinking has changed. I essentially lost part of my stomach as part of a massive hernia repair surgery I had in May, and the valve that was supposed to be working away at the bottom of my esophagus was 'refurbed' to be a simple, snug little restriction. That makes it harder to get things down, and means I'm now eating small, frequent meals with a set of restrictions on what I can eat to boot. That being said, not having stomach acid constantly spritzing my esophagus, voice box, and bronchial piping has been a wonderful thing, and I haven't felt this good at this time of year in a number of years. I'm getting some of my energy back - I will likely never get it all back - and (knock on wood) seem to be on track to avoid my annual pneumonia hospital stay. All things considered, I'm coming out on top!<br />
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Perhaps next is, "Ok, so you haven't done ANYTHING useful or interesting in the last six months?" <span class=" fc-2nd"></span> Au contraire, my friends!! We had lots going on! I'm planning on doing a (mercifully short) series of "What I did with my summer and fall" posts. I took pictures of most of the interesting stuff, so it's not going to be 'essay only'. The highlight reel goes something like:<br />
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<li>We got most of want we wanted in the garden out before the surgery. I couldn't do any weeding early in the year and not all that much in late summer, so we lost some of it. But all in all we had a decent garden year.</li>
<li>I got none of the orchard, berry or grapes in. They're on the docket for this year. </li>
<li>We did get a temporary fence around the garden later in the summer. Hey! Did you all know you end up with a LOT more tomatoes and green beans that way?</li>
<li>It was not, however, done as early as I would have liked. We learned that chickens are fond enough of beets they will pull them out of the ground, quickly devour all the root part, and move on to the next one. All this without an ounce of shame! Tsk! Tsk!</li>
<li>We built a nursery 'annex' on the coop and run, hoping one of the girls would go broody.</li>
<li>We found the same hen who went broody last year went broody this year. Yay! </li>
<li>We discovered Ivan Crossbeak the rooster is apparently infertile. Our one broody hen came up with zilcho from the clutch of eggs (from several hens) she sat on. Boo!</li>
<li>We discovered our one broody hen either has a big 'mama chicken' heart or a small chicken brain (or both) because when we clumsily replaced the eggs she was sitting on with six chicks from Rural King she rolled her chicken eyes, puffed up her chicken feathers, took them all in, and did a great job raising them.</li>
<li>We learned that the predictions on how long a chicken's productive laying life is pretty accurate. By fall our flock of 10 old hens, one molting middle aged hen, 5 pullets (too young to lay) and one infertile rooster with a bad attitude were cranking out a grand sum of 2 eggs a day. </li>
<li>After only a little hand ringing, we now have 1 old hen (the one that goes broody), 1 middle age hen, 5 pullets just about ready to lay, and no rooster (fertile or infertile). </li>
<li>We also have a fair number of whole chickens in the freezer. It was an interesting process I'll tell you all about later.</li>
<li>There were memories made with the granddaughters, the discovery of a grandson coming in February, and a bunch of other really good family times.</li>
<li>The latest is trying to help a (married) couple of really good friends from the 'day job' as they are starting their own journey with homesteading. They moved out of the city onto about 5 acres and have a desire to live the whole homesteading life. With that description, naturally the first thing I did was point them to Leigh's "Five Acres and Dream" blog, and recommend her books.</li>
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So what's coming in 2017? (Besides the promised string of catch-up posts). Let's see - God willing: the aforementioned orchard, a half-dozen more chicks when it gets warm, some better fencing, a workbench in the barn, FINALLY getting my tower up, ... Well that's probably enough. I've also decided I'm going to spill at least some of the beans on what the 'day job' is I keep referring to, and what I do for a living when I'm not pulling weeds or pitching the chicken coop.<br />
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All in all, we're doing OK. All the things we have been blessed with are still there and getting better. I seem to be set for my health to continue to improve, and we have another grandchild on the way! We are blessed!! <br />
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-31855289875755235692016-06-02T08:37:00.000-04:002016-06-02T08:37:32.916-04:00Musings from the Recliner: It's 'the fates', and they ain't kind!Good morning to all! I figured it was time to get another one of these out, so here it is! <br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3855" /><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3856" />First
the usual stuff: I continue to get a
little better every day, but still spend most of my time in the
recliner. As long as I'm active enough to keep all the internal
processes running but not too active, a little bit of the liquid
hydrocodone-acetaminophen concoction alternated with a big-boy dose of
Children's Motrin keeps me comfortable but not drooling. (I think,
anyway - I haven't actually hit the sweet spot yet.) If I cross the
line on activity - as I have every day so far - I quickly get sore and
worn out, which leads to more meds which leads to... well... drool.<br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3857" /><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3858" />As
I ponder a host of things here from my recliner I have come to
understand the fates are cruel. This may be a blinding glimpse of the
obvious, but I've seen it frequently. Since I'm not a TV watcher my
'window to the world' these days is my personal laptop which seems to
be, at least in part, controlled by the evil fates. The 'gotchas' come
most frequently from the pop-up adds: Just as De delivers a hearty mug
of beef broth for me to tuck into they pounce: BOOM! - Up pops a
'Hebrew National' add with a perfectly grilled, all beef hot dog nestled
under an exquisitely arranged bed of relish, onions and the appropriate
condiments. AHHH! GO AWAY! (Fates:1, Mark: 0 - I'm not usually much
of a hot dog eater, but that dog looked goooood and I was sorely
tempted.) I shunned my eyes.<br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3859" /><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3860" />Yesterday
I thought I pretty much had the day planned out to get the right amount
of activity without crossing the line. (Yeah, I know, "The road to
perdition is paved with good intentions.") We had a young farm kid from
church coming to mow the lawn since it was approaching knee level for
De and she doesn't run the little tractor with the mower deck. All I
had to do was walk up and get the mower out. BOOM! - It needed a
jump-start. GRRRRRR!! (Guess I should have replaced that battery.
Fates:2, Mark: 0.) I took it in stride. <br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3861" /><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3862" />I
haven't sharpened the blades yet this year since we're still in the
'wood mulch' phase of lawn care at our house (I'm not picking little sticks off
1-1/2 acres of lawn - don't judge). The kid was mowing so the cut
grass was blowing into the unmowed grass creating a growing pile-up for
the dull blades to chew through, there was enough chaff generated to
clog the radiator and BOOM! - The engine overheated - at the far edge of
the property. NOOOOOO! (I should have been watching him a little
closer, I suppose. Fates: 3, Mark: 0) Since I had some pecuniary
interest in verifying I was looking at steam and not smoke I felt
obligated to traipse down next to the road to check it out in my fashionable new look of
sport shorts and barn boots. I just "brushed it off".<br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3863" /><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3864" />After
a cool-down period and a bit of advice on mowing tall grass, an
attempted restart required BOOM! - another jump start. HRRMPH!
(Unmotivated battery, hot diesel engine - I should have known. Fates
4: Mark: 0) Yes, Virginia, there was drool. <br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3865" /><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3866" />I'm
guessing my leash will be a bit shorter today. Even so, the morning
sun is promising a beautiful day and there's another mug that of savory
beef broth in my future. "Um. De? I don't suppose we have any onion
powder? Yeah? Cool! Um... pickle... powder? No?" <sigh...> <br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3867" /><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3868" />Take care all,<br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3869" /><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464869449990_3870" />MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-36411547417673346472016-05-30T22:00:00.000-04:002016-05-30T22:00:36.174-04:00Musings from the Recliner: Home again, Home again!<div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16489" style="line-height: normal;">
<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16873" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16490">I survived! It's not as though
that was really something to worry about, but from my point of view here in the
recliner, it's worth stating for the record none-the-less. </span></span></div>
<div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16590" style="line-height: normal;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464659287220_2337" style="font-size: small;"><br clear="none" /><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16490"></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16491" style="line-height: normal;">
<span id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464659287220_2336" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16492">First the little factoids:</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><ul id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16493" type="disc">
<li id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16494" style="line-height: normal;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16874" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16495">The doctors were great. The pre-surgery
discussion was mostly the surgeon musing to De that he thought it was
generally a good thing when the patient and surgeon had more-or-less the
same surgery in mind and at least similar expectations for the outcome.</span></span></li>
<li id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16496" style="line-height: normal;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16877" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16497">The reconstruction took about 2 hours, and I spent
another 2-1/2 hours lounging about the recovery room where the nurses, on
the phone with one of the docs, somewhat irritably worked to get my
consciousness up and my blood pressure down. I was apparently an
unrepentant slacker on both counts. "Senator, I have no recollection ..." I do recall they were more-or-less polite, but
it was clear I was holding up the pre-holiday preparations or something. </span></span></li>
<li id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16498" style="line-height: normal;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_17042" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16499">"More-or-less" was clearly the operative
concept this time around. </span></span></li>
<ul id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16500" type="circle">
<li id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16501" style="line-height: normal;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16674" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16502">I was thinking 3 or maybe 4 incisions would be fine for this job; 6
is apparently more-or-less the same. (With 6 incisions and 4
bruises my mom, of all people, told me I look like a connect-the-dots
puzzle.<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16503"> </span>For just a moment I was
tempted to provide a pic as proof but I have nightmares of reoccurring shaved belly
images with who-knows-what superimposed on and showing up at odd times for years.)</span></span></li>
<li id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16504" style="line-height: normal;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16876" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16505">I was thinking a little bit of "belly
inflation" so he could see what he was doing would work great;
turning my midsection into a street carnival moon walk is apparently
more-or-less just that.</span></span></li>
<li id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16506" style="line-height: normal;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_17066" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16507">I was thinking a few stitches in my diaphragm to keep
my stomach where it belongs would be dandy; a circus tarp of medical mesh
lashed into place is apparently more-or-less the same thing.</span></span></li>
</ul>
<li id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16508" style="line-height: normal;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_17067" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16509">The nurses were great and it was clear some of them
must have had an agricultural background since they knew just what is done
for a mildly bloated cow and assumed that same technique would be fine for
me.</span></span></li>
<li id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16510" style="line-height: normal;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_17068" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16511">I spent one rather undignified night in the hospital
getting everything ‘restarted’ (I'll spare you all the details on that
one) all the while waiting for my next round of pain meds to show up.</span></span></li>
<li id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16512" style="line-height: normal;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_17069" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16513">They yanked out my tubes (and more than a little arm
hair) and De took me home to my recliner after noon on Saturday.</span></span></li>
</ul>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_17099" style="line-height: normal;">
<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16662" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16515">There is a bit of good news.<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16516"> The going-in plan was an all-liquid diet for two weeks. It turns out a</span> few things like yogurt, pudding, soft ice cream
and thinly mixed cream of wheat are on the menu right from the git-go as long
as no bite is larger than an M&M.<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16517">
</span>One M&M – and not the peanut kind.<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16518">
</span>Still, that’s good news.<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16519"> </span>Also,
once I got the Moonwalk mostly deflated (Ah!<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16520">
</span>No details!), I’m pretty comfortable and have backed off on the pain
meds already.<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16521"> </span>This is, of course, a two-edged
sword and since I’m not supposed to be doing much of anything at all De has already
had to wave said sword my direction more than once to keep my keester in the
recliner.</span></span></div>
<div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_17608" style="line-height: normal;">
<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16662" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16515"><br clear="none" /></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16522" style="line-height: normal;">
<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_17098" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16523">I’ll call tomorrow and get my
follow-up appointment in place for roughly two weeks in the future.<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16524"> </span>All restrictions apply, to the letter, until
he says otherwise.</span></span></div>
<div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16539" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16523"><br clear="none" /></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16525" style="line-height: normal;">
<span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_17110" style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16526">So, once again, I'm in the recliner, the musings have
begun, and I’ll be sharing them.</span></span></div>
<div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16540" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16526"><br clear="none" /></span></span></div>
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</span><div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16527" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16528">Col. 1:9-12, </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16528"> </span></span></div>
<div id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16527" style="line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span id="yiv0414656873yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1464651637100_16528">Mark</span></span></div>
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-70408129394368666182016-05-22T21:08:00.002-04:002016-05-23T21:23:05.548-04:00Sometimes it's just too much help...I'm working up a post on all we've done in the garden, but worked in amongst pics of the quack grass, plantings, trellises and plant coverings are the chickens. We like having them around but, as the title suggests, sometimes they can be a little TOO much help...<br />
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A few times a year I have an opportunity to work the "day job" from home. With the work laptop home and the magic of "virtual private networks", it's almost like being at my desk. It was a nice day and I decided to work outside for an hour or so, mostly to demonstrate to my co-workers I could ;-) and I sent them this pic to prove it . One of the 'girls' apparently decided I needed help. I wouldn't let her, but she was itching to try her hand (or claws) at the keyboard. (I blurred out the screen at bit so the day-job legal folks wouldn't get cranky.)<br />
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Garden work always means the 'helpers' are close. When I was cleaning the quack grass out the beds (again), they were right there to lend a "claw". A lot of "claw"...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The worms are directly under my fork, so that is where they want to be.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "girls" and I (mostly "I") pulling out the quack grass roots.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm never alone in the garden. Even if I would like to be.</td></tr>
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We did manage to get into a bit (a weeeee bit) of helpful rhythm when we planting. The 'girls' are always in the bed I'm working on, or the last one. As long as I stayed two beds ahead of De planting it worked out OK. I would have the "main" help in the bed I was digging, Ivan and the girls would be "leveling out" the last one I worked on, and De was (relatively) free to plant.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The production line at work!</td></tr>
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We have one hen, a white Easter-Egger named Esther, that has been something of an outcast since her last hard molt. She gets picked on a bit and lately goes running for a safe-haven.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">De got first 'dibs'. Tank Top! OUCH!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got my turn. At least the claws weren't an issue.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Funny, and I'm flattered I suppose, but it did slow down the work a bit.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Garden work is not the only thing that draws an audience. This time it was replacing a headlamp bulb (accessed, on my Equinox, via the wheel well. Grrr! What genius thought that was good idea?).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Yes, I know the light is over there, but you get to the bulbs through here!"</td></tr>
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After visiting four greenhouses we still are need of a few plants,mostly tomatoes. In each case we found 1) the garden plant section had been reduced from the previous years allocation, and 2) the plants available were almost exclusively the same mass produced, factory, "brand name" varieties that we have found to be mediocre performers and yield an inferior product.<br />
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In our area there are a lot of small lakes with lots (and lots) of summer lake cottages. It appears greenhouses may be getting a "bigger dollar" by selling to "lakers" getting their summer landscaping and flower gardens in order and folks who raise a small summer "salad" garden only, than to persons putting in larger "country" gardens with a focus on varieties that preserve well. <br />
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Since we are striving to have some degree of food independence and to generate a garden harvest of really good-and-good-for-you fruits and veggies, this is a disturbing trend. Our next trip out will be further out to greenhouses in an area with a large population of Amish and Mennonite families (and fewer lakes) which, we hope, will have more freezing, canning and winter storage varieties available. <br />
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So I'm curious. Is the trend toward greenhouses offering more landscaping and flower garden items and less "country garden" plants a local phenomenon, or is it more wide-spread? If you have this problem in your area, how are you coping? What say you all?<br />
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I got the lawn mowed (OK - I confess - for the first time this year) just as they were arriving, and then it was "off to the races" for the whole weekend. I was too busy 'living' the weekend to 'document' everything we did, but I do have some highlights. Most of my pics, for some odd reason, focus on grandkids. :-)<br />
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There was a little bit of garden work done. Another confession - I hadn't started on the garden work yet, but when little girls want to work in the garden, Papa makes sure at least a little work gets done.<br />
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As always, where is digging there are 'helpers'. When the girls figured out the chickens were after worms and bugs the real fun began. Bugs were out (of course - eww!), but they dug up a few worms and wanted to feed them to the chickens. This, of course, requires actually touching the worms which brought on a great deal of city-girl consternation. In the end, after a short exploratory session with Papa holding a worm and a little encouragement, worms were handled and the chickens were a little happier. One more step from city-girls to country-girls!<br />
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Son-in-Law helped me finish the shelving in the hoop house. I would have struggled in my 'normal' state to finish off the top shelf since it's almost 8 feet in the air. In my current, somewhat degraded, state it would have been nigh impossible.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bottom shelf is 10 feet wide by 4 feet deep. The top shelf is 6 feet wide by 4 feet deep. Like everything else on the place its not very square and does the job nicely.</td></tr>
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Simple as it seems, that shelf was one of my big spring projects. Getting it done, and barn cleared, is the gateway to a handful of other tasks.<br />
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Last year I got De a reel mower for her Mother's Day gift. (Ya gotta love a woman who asks for a reel mower for a gift) The granddaughters have, of course, seen gas driven lawn mowers but had never seen a reel mower. Both spent some time trying it out. I love being able to offer them some new experiences, especially the 'homesteading' kind. Both thought it was great fun.<br />
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One of the highlights of coming to the "farm" is helping to gather eggs. De made both girls "egg aprons" - aprons with pockets for individual eggs - and, of course, they got a chance to try them out.<br />
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There were of lots of other things that didn't get pics. Steering the tractor and the truck around the homestead from Papa's lap as we hauled stuff out of the barn, countless rides rolling down the hill in the wagon and other kid's vehicles, chicken chores of feeding and adding bedding, playing ball, and the like.<br />
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Big days make for tired girls, and just a moment of 'downtime' was enough.<br />
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More to come, but tomorrow is a 'day job' workday and morning comes early. It was a wonderful weekend. De and I are so blessed to have such a wonderful family and have them close enough to see them several times a year.<br />
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First up was a little project to update the chicken waterer. The heated dog bowl worked good through the winter but, being chickens and all with a somewhat lackadaisical sense of good hygiene, it was hard to keep the water clean. At least for the summer we are going to nipple waterers made from PCV. The plan is add a chicken-safe heat tape to the waterer for the winter, but we'll see.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I used 4" (about 10 cm) PVC so the pipe can be the reservoir. The bit on top is a clean-out. I hope I don't need it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No task at the Hoosier Country Home is completed without a chicken-helper's inspection. The purple stuff on the pipe is PVC cleaner. I didn't need to use it, but it seemed like the right thing to do.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes you have to 'bribe' the inspectors with a little scratch. Shhhhh!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The completed project! The pipe straps I used as hangers will make it easy for me to adjust the height a few inches. The nipples are about 20" (about 51cm) off the floor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeders and waterer from the inside of the coop.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feed and water are both filled from the 'people' area where you have a better chance of keeping your shoes clean.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">De fills the waterer. It holds just over 2 gallons. And 'no' they don't get distilled water, the jug is just being re-used.</td></tr>
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One should not be fooled just because it looks like a quick and clean project in the pics. The usual homestead project rules apply. Traditions are important, and we all know how they work:<br />
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<li>Only cut into the truck tailgate bedliner a little when cutting parts to size.</li>
<li>No more than one (or two) instances of "glue before trial fit, grouse, cut, dry fit, glue again".</li>
<li>No more than two trips into town for parts.</li>
<li>Minor injuries allowed only for people. None allowed for chicken-helpers.</li>
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Next up: Shelf for the hoop-house shelter so I can get enough stuff out of my barn that I can use it as work-space again. I'll have fess-up before-and-after pics of the barn later. I have the lumber and got a start on it. Kid's and grandkid's bikes will sit underneath. The bottom 'shelf' will be 4 feet (1.2m) deep x 10 feet (3m) wide and the top 'shelf' will be 4 feet deep x 6 feet (1.8m) wide. More to come on this as I get it done. It'll likely be 'slow but sure' for this one.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The completed bottom 'shelf' frame. It sets just under 4 feet (1.2m) off the ground.</td></tr>
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We are really enjoying our spring and all that comes with it. We are blessed!<br />
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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Mark<br />
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-27417139723001990422016-03-07T10:32:00.000-05:002016-03-07T10:32:51.636-05:00Still here!Hi Folks,<br />
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Thought I would put up SOMETHING at least to show I haven't completely wandered away. I've had a bit of a rough time this winter (duh!). I have been working most of the time, but when I get home I'm pretty much done, done, done. After a chain of three docs and two outpatient hospital visits, we seem to a have a pretty good lock on the likely cause.<br />
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I have a bit of surgery in my future, likely next month, and hopefully will be on the upswing after that. De and planned a cruise vacation almost a year ago and, with the help of some "temporary fix" meds and a few activity changes, we will be able to enjoy our vacation before my surgery. In the mean time, I hope I can start sharing a bit of the spring homestead plans as time and energy allow. I also hope to start making some blog visits and see how you all are getting along.<br />
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-74518041888222651052016-01-01T16:18:00.000-05:002016-01-01T18:07:03.104-05:00Good Night, Garden BedsI always seem to be running a couple weeks late on posts these days! So in the spirit of "Better Late then Never" (again) here's little bit of catch-up news. Other than the one good snow we had in late November (semi-immortalized in my current blog header) this as been, so far, "the winter that wasn't.". Since everything was not frozen solid as it usually is mid-December I was able to get a little garden work in.<br />
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With some help from Daughter #1, I managed to get those grass clippings I had piled up in late November moved onto the garden beds. We got all the old stuff cleaned out and the clippings on in just few hours. (Which, of course, begs the question "Why didn't you do it sooner?" I'm taking the 5th on that one.) Grass clippings may not be the best choice for mulching beds but, as Daughter #1 pointed out, it can't be worse than last years "wheat straw" mulch that resulted in <a href="http://hoosiercountryhome.blogspot.com/2015/07/live-and-learn.html" target="_blank">"Wheat-gate".</a> I will, of course, let everyone know how it turns out whether it's good or bad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As always, the 'Girls' turned out to "help".</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All done!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't let them fool you! Just 'cause they were there at the start and finish doesn't mean they actually worked in-between!</td></tr>
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However it works out for the garden, it was fun getting out with Daughter #1, and getting this taken care of makes it a whole lot easier to look out the window and not see something else that needs to be done. That in itself is a blessing!<br />
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I thought I would also throw something else Daughter #1 (with some other help sometimes) do each year as something of a Christmas tradition. Each year we sit down and do a puzzle. It's become a wonderful excuse to just stop all the business for a bit and spending time together. It's something we've both come to look forward to in the Christmas season and something we should be able to do for many years to come.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bottom of the bowls came pretty quickly. Everything else - not so much.</td></tr>
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-63216832714964050502015-12-21T12:32:00.001-05:002015-12-21T12:32:19.359-05:00My First Bit of BarteringThis fall I did my first bit of bartering. It was a "slow-pitch soft ball" kind of thing, but it was a start. A brother-in-law had one of those long term temporary ShelterLogic portable shelter frames. The years of sun and weather had taken a toll on the cover and it had been discarded. He was looking for a more long term solution and was ready to have the old frame off the property. I had, some time ago, REALLY miscalculated the amount of re-bar I was going to need for a project and a had bunch of laying around seriously in the way. (I bought something like 3X what I really needed - oops....). The trade was easy:<br />
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"Hey, I got this old shelter frame I want to get rid of. Interested?" <br />
"Sure!!"<br />
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And when he came to delivery it:<br />
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"Hey, I got a boatload a re-bar laying around. You got any interest in that?"<br />
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The deal was made just that easily.<br />
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D is a really fascinating guy who does a lot of blacksmith style of metal work and tool making, so he's always on the look for metal. I really needed a shelter to get my little tractor out the weather and a bunch of stuff out my little barn so I can use it as the workshop it was intended to be.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought sure I had a better picture of the assembled frame. Here's all could find.</td></tr>
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The shelter is 10' wide x 20' deep x 12' tall. I was able to order a ShelterLogic factory-fit replacement cover from our local Menard's for less than $300. My son and I had assembled the frame a couple of months ago. The frame feet bolt into some lumber, and the lumber is then fastened to the ground with 4' stakes (made from re-bar, in my case).<br />
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It took me about 2 1/2 hours working by myself to figure out what piece went where and get the whole thing on and laced in. If had been able to have someone working with me it would likely have been done in just over an hour.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New cover on and ready to use!</td></tr>
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Almost as soon as it was finished my daughter and son-in-law, who live in Indy, were given a washer and dryer. We loaded them up in my trusty ol' 1993 Dodge and stored them in the shelter until last weekend when the were able to move them to their home in Indy. We did do our best to empty the water out of the washer pump so there would be no freeze damage, and we put a "trouble light" with an honest-to-goodness 100W incandescent bulb in the drum just to keep it warm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Put to good use on the day I got it done! You can see the lacing near the bottom. New ones have a pocket for the bar.</td></tr>
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It's big enough to hold my truck with the washer and dryer, as well as a bunch of plastic kid's toys from out of the yard. In the near future, the truck will come out, and there will be a 4' x 10' shelf built in along the back wall where the stuff out of my shop will go. Then the tractor will go in.<br />
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Not bad for my first bit of bartering. Everyone walked away happy, and we both got something we could really use. Nothing was sent out for scrap or left to rot until it was useless. As I said earlier, there wasn't much bartering skill involved, but it did whet my appetite for similar deals in the future.<br />
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-68748113731638056412015-12-21T11:38:00.000-05:002015-12-21T11:38:21.713-05:00The very, very, VERY last of the garden<br />
So a couple of weeks ago I brought in the very, very, VERY last of the garden: the last of the Brussel Sprouts. Every year I am amazed at these little garden beauties. We like to wait until after the first hard frost to bring them in, but these little gems have had several frosts, snow, and a couple of mid-20s overnight freezes. As you can see, they still look pretty healthy. <br />
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The chickens were there to help, of course, as they always are when I'm in the garden.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snack?!? Snack?!? Do you have a Snack?!?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Figures - They had NO interest in the sprouts until I started working on another plant.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Despite the rough weather, they all still looked really good.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think she was looking for bugs. Either that or was checking my work. Either way, she's not shy.</td></tr>
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I think now I can really call the garden done, done, done. Except for cleaning out a couple of beds. And mulching them all for the winter. And probably something else I've forgotten. < Sigh > Never REALLY done I guess but, truth be told, I kind of like it that way.<br />
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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Mark <br />
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-87257876943355915552015-12-21T11:07:00.000-05:002015-12-21T11:07:34.830-05:00Updates to Chicken Feeders/Waterers<br />
A few posts ago I showed how we put in upgraded PVC feeders for the chickens. Since they've been in we've had a lot less waste: A whole lot less. It is difficult to find feed pellets down in the bedding where before there were lots of them. A week or so ago I added a bit more PVC piping to make mid-week watering easier.<br />
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I started with 3" PVC, like the feeders. The pics below show a 3" cleanout, a 3" to 1-1/2" reducer, and a 1-1/2" to 3/4" reducer assembled to make what amounts to a funnel. You can use any combination of reducers to get to whatever size pipe you want to use. Just make sure to test fit them all together in the store before you buy them. I'd recommend 3/4" or 1" rather than 1/2" so you have less worry about it freezing shut.<br />
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The next step was to run PVC pipe from the end of the funnel down to the heated dog bowl we use to keep water open and available all the time during the winter months. I used one 45 degree elbow in the middle because that made for an easy location to fasten down the pipe, but I probably could have done a straight shot and been OK. It is fastened to the coop wall midway down and at the funnel with plain 'ol plastic pipe strap and roofing nails.<br />
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Here you can see what it looks like from the 'vestibule'. I also added a couple of tool holders to the set-up. The rubber hammer is to help get the feed settled down in the mouth of the pipe. It's never been completely stuck, but if it's a bit humid out sometimes it doesn't flow down all the way to the mouth of the pipe (as you see in the above pic) very well. A couple of light wacks with the rubber hammer bring it right down. The litter box scoop is for getting manure of the nesting boxes. A couple of the girls have taking to spending the night there rather than on the perch.<br />
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De really likes this arrangement, since she does the chicken chores on the way to work in the morning. She can bring an old gallon milk jug full of water down when she comes to open up the coop, unscrew the cap, pour in the water until the bowl is full, and not have worry getting 'dirty' by going into the coop with the birds. We'll keep everyone updated on any unforeseen problems we run into, but so far it's worked really well. I do still get into the coop on the weekends to clean out the bowl and start with fresh water.<br />
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Col. 1:9-12,<br />
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Mark<br />
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-21542790872447542032015-12-11T21:54:00.000-05:002015-12-11T22:03:33.450-05:00Answers! <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Mama Pea over at "A Home Grown Journal" decided a winter game was in order. The plan is copy her set of questions into your own blog and provide your own answers. There was a double dare involved and, even though it wasn't a "double DOG dare", I picked up the gauntlet. So here ya go Mama Pea (and the rest of you)!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>1) Do you like blue cheese?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>I do, but not in copious amounts. You know, anything with that much 'culture' must be good for you, no matter how it tastes.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>2) Have you ever smoked?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Never ever, not even one puff of anything. I have, however, set myself on fire more than once (welding, fireworks, burning off fields and fence lines) so if you look at it that way....</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>3) Do you own a gun? </b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Several - Shotgun, rifles, handguns, even a 45 caliber derringer that I can't trade or sell because its a favorite of my son, son-in-law, and nephews. Between growing up a farm boy and my little hitch with Uncle Sam's Misguided Children (USMC) I'm reasonable proficient with all of them. </b></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>4) What flavor of Kool Aid is your favorite?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Red - I'm not sure it resembles the flavor anything that ever grew on God's green earth and I only have it when its served when I'm a guest somewhere and water or tea isn't an option.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>5) Do you get nervous before dental appointments?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>I don't. I had my wisdom teeth taken out when I was 20 and in the Corps by some grizzled old Navy dentist who clearly had a dislike for Marines. Nothing any civilian dentist can drum up is going to match that.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>6) What do you think of hot dogs?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>I love 'em and will very rarely have one if its cooked properly outside on a grill and the brats that were grilled with it are all gone.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>7) What's your favorite Christmas movie?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>'A <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Muppet Christmas Carol<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">' and <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Patrick S<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">t<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">ewar<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">t<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">'s version of "A Christmas Carol".</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>8) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Coffee (x2) with probably too much whipping cream and sweetened with honey.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>9) Can you do push-ups?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Yeah, but the days of literally hundreds before breakfast ("Ohh! You privates are really trying to p*$$ me off this morning, huh? You're gonna do push-ups 'til I get tired! Somebody bring me a chair!! You privates may not be smart, but your gonna be strong!") are looooong past. Maybe a dozen give or (more likely) take a few, done right.</span> </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>10) What's your favorite piece of jewelry?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>My gold wedding band, just like Mama Pea.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>11) What's your favorite hobby?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Ham radio with target shooting being a follow-up. Oddly enough, and I know this is nearly blasphemous, I have an X-Box game system I play occasionally too.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>12) Do you have A.D.D.?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Nope, nothing li... Oh look! A chicken!</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>13) Do you wear glasses or contacts?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Sadly, yes. Trifocals these days.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>14) What's your middle name?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Ok, I debated on this one but here it is: Eshu. It was my paternal grandfather's first name. (Unless you listen to my crazy aunt who says he never had a first name, just the initials S.U.)</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>15) What are your thoughts at this moment?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Where does she even come up with these questions?</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>16) Name 3 drinks you regularly consume.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Coffee, tea (several kinds both hot and cold) and water.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>17) What is a current worry of yours?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Kids that are struggling with health issues.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>18) What do you currently hate?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Lima beans, that GM stopped making the S-10 pick-up (C'mon man!), what legislatures have done to our public school system, the misplaced 'delete' key on one of my keyboards (must have been designed by committee), and paper cuts. </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>19) Where is your favorite place to be?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Anywhere with my bride of 33 years. Home is best but anywhere with her is good</span>.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>20) What do you plan on doing on New Year's Eve this year?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Probably staying at home. I might technically be "up" (i.e. not in bed) but that does not necessary imply "awake" and certainly does NOT mean "coherent".</b></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>21) To where would you like to travel?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Europe, maybe. Been up and down both mainland USA coasts. Been to Asia. I think I'll be happy with the American Southwest come retirement day. By train would be fun.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>22) Name three people you think will do this questionnaire on their</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b> blog.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>I'm passing on this one, too. I've discovered I'm a crummy prognosticator.</b></span></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>23) Do you own slippers?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Yep - Colts blue with the horseshoe emblem on the outboard ankles.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>24) What color shirt are you wearing?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Grey T-shirt with Darth Vader waving his gloved finger in Princess Leah's face saying "Give me some space!"</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>25) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>De and I had some when we were young. I got along ok with them, but De had a lot of long satin nighties at the time and kept slipping and sliding off the edge of the bed.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>26) Can you whistle?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>I can! (Resisting the temptation to embed the "Lassie" theme in the file.)</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>27) What is your favorite color?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Earth tones, but I really don't have a favorite. (I'm such a guy!)</b></span></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>28) What songs do you sing in the shower?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>I don't because I shower at 4AM while De is still sleeping. The master bath is only separated from the bedroom by a set of double French doors. In the end it would be not good for either of us.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>29) Would you be a pirate?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Avast, me Lads and Lassies! "Nay", says I. I be likin' me regular showers, I do. And me garden. I do pay me due respects to "Talk Like A Pirate Day" and all me land lubbin' offspring and their cousins get a fittin' felicitation from Cap'n Mark via text to honor the day. Arrrgh!! </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>30) What's in your pocket right now?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Not a thing. Relaxing in my flannel jammy pants. They have pockets, but they are not would you call 'robust'.</b></span></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>31) What's the last thing that made you laugh?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>De is playing something about "Things we still ask our Moms" somebody posted on Facebook. Wow....</b></span></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b></b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>32) What vehicle do you drive?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>A wimpy 2010 AWD Chevy Equinox already on it's second engine. Why, you ask, would I drive such a thing? Because my 2003 4WD Crew Cab S-10 has almost 300,000 miles and I had to pass it on my son before I drove it to death. (see #18) I also have a much more manly 1992 Dodge Dakota that mostly gets used as a "farm truck" (12 MPG).</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>33) What's the worst injury you've ever had?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Hmmm... Probably the snapped ACL caused primarily by a failure to act my age. They carved out a chunk of my hamstring and, with the help of a true-to-life Black and Decker drill (Really! I was sort of awake for it.) and a handful of little bitty metal parts, made me a new one. I've broken both arms, had to have the tendons around one hip reconstructed, had a handful of stitches, got stupid on a motorcycle at 16 and woke up under the bike, gotten a couple other concussions, .... You get the idea. Being a bit adventurous (De might say 'foolish') does have some drawbacks.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>34) Do you love where you live?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Absolutely! NE Indiana on a parcel of the farm I grew up on.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>35) Would you change your first name if you could?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Nope. I'm ok with what I have, and the folks that used to call my by middle name (friends of my Grandpa - see #14) are all gone now.</span></b></span></span>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08343134852881572900noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861015052975520671.post-38139167444355205652015-11-26T08:52:00.002-05:002015-11-27T18:00:20.320-05:00The Blessings and the One who Blesses<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here at Hoosier Country Christian /
Hoosier Country Home we have so much for which we are thankful. We will
celebrate the day like most, I suppose, sharing the day and a meal with family
and friends. There will be brothers, sisters, in-laws, in-laws to be,
friends, children, nieces, nephews, grandchildren, grandnieces and
grandnephews. Our family Thanksgiving gatherings have always been a place
where those among us who have no family near can come and be welcomed, and we
have been richly blessed with their company. There will be talk of
family, Church, community, and world goings on. There will be games,
noise, running indoors, shooing outdoors, and lots of laughter. And there
will be prayer. One more way in which we are blessed is that we have an
extended family that not only counts our blessings, but recognizes our most
cherished blessings come in proportion to our relationship to the One who
blesses.</span></span></span></span></div>
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to be. Before His chosen people would enter the Promised Land, God
instructed them of the connection there would be between the blessings He would
send and their relationship to Him.<sup> </sup></span></span></span></span></div>
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<i><sup><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dt.8:6 (NIV) </span></sup></i><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Observe the commands of the <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>
your God, walking in obedience to him and revering him. <sup>7 </sup>For
the <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> your God is bringing you
into a good land—a land with brooks, streams, and deep springs gushing out into
the valleys and hills; <sup>8 </sup>a land with wheat and barley, vines
and fig trees, pomegranates, olive oil and honey; <sup>9 </sup>a land where
bread will not be scarce and you will lack nothing; a land where the rocks are
iron and you can dig copper out of the hills. <b><sup>10 </sup>When you
have eaten and are satisfied, praise the <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>
your God for the good land he has given you. <sup>11 </sup>Be careful that
you do not forget the <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> your
God, failing to observe his commands, his laws and his decrees that I am giving
you this day.</b> <sup>12 </sup>Otherwise, when you eat and are satisfied,
when you build fine houses and settle down, <sup>13 </sup>and when your
herds and flocks grow large and your silver and gold increase and all you have
is multiplied, <sup>14 </sup>then your heart will become proud and you
will forget the <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> your God, who
brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery.</span></i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Many generations, and a virgin
birth, a cross, and an empty tomb later, the Apostle Paul reiterated the
connection and plainly set into words what a right relationship with Jesus
Christ, our Savior and Lord looks like, and how is it reflected in our
relationship with those around us.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Col:3:12 (NIV)</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved,
clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.
</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">13</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you
has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">14</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them
all together in perfect unity. </span></i><b><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">15</span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Let
the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were
called to peace. And be thankful. </span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">16</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Let the
message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another
with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to
God with gratitude in your hearts. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">17</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> And whatever
you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus,
giving </span></i><b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">thanks to God the Father through him.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So today and every day enjoy that
with which you have been blessed. Count your blessings, thank the One who
blesses, and strive to live today and every day like you are truly are grateful
for all of it. We are blessed! </span></div>
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