May Day.... not the call for help, Mayday... but the day itself.
May Day was May 1st. It was flowers. You put flowers in a container and left them on the door knob of a neighbor. Usually an elderly lady, who you thought would like them. But had to remember not to pick hers for it. See, we use to pick flowers when I was a kid. Not in someone's yard. But in the fields. Sure made a lot of ladies smile.
Then there was the Maypole.. Does anyone do that? Last time I saw any pictures of it being done was in the 1970's and it was the flower children of the Hippie's era....who were dancing around the Maypole.
Sad when things slide away And I wonder.. how did and where did that tradition come from.
We step up and if we like what we see, we are happy. and believe it is an honest answer.
If we don't like what we see we feel we have been lied to. We called it a liar. Question the condition, its character (it is a piece of junk) and one of these days, you will get a good one.
Or is it a Jester, as you step off, and then back on. You see two different answers... Then you step up again, and again. All different answers. Do you cuss it or do you take the answer you liked the best?
I'm not a chicken little attitude type person. I guess I get that from my mother. She didn't believe in the backyard bomb shelters.
So the global warning is hard to get excited about, when they talk about it is going to happen in the next 10,000 years or more.
Bird flu is another one, but so far less than 100 have died. Just a lot of people are getting sick from it. The yearly flu and even the common cold kills thousands and thousands each year, and millions get sick from it.
Now we have e-mail's and the paper flying with rumors of doom of the human race or the "white Americans". And the quotes are 10 or 20 years old. So far the ones that I have met are decent people. Hard working people who do jobs none of us want to do, nor do we want our children to do. I can remember when kids 12 years old use to pick strawberries and etc. Now none do it that I am aware of. Few want to do domestic work or gardener type jobs. Only thing is I just want them to come in legally like all the rest have done for years.
When I was a kid, we had Portuguese, who came over. They did stone work. Best rock walls in New England are done by them. For over 100 years the existing ones were deteriorating, because no one wanted to or did them. Best fishermen, farmers, and gardeners. I can remember the adults going to night school to learn English.
So are we all doom in 10 years as they predict? I don't know. Is life for my children or grandchildren, going to be worse for them, when they get my age, I don't know . Look at where we were 10 years ago. Compared to now. So many changes, that I can't list.
Was Dover Bay the land that was advertised in 1997, for $36,000 for 27 acres with water view?
10 years ago, how many 60 to 80 year old people were blogging? Or even using computers? Emailing?
How common was blogging? How many were surviving cancer? Compared to now?
How many adults over 70 years of age were put in nursing homes at that time? Now those same type are in assisted living or at home with an aide that comes to their home. Leaving them a few more years before they are dispatched to a nursing home?
Yes, we have come a long way in the past 10 years. And I am sure there were people, that were afraid that we were doomed then.
So am I afraid to face the next 10 years? no... You ask what about Bush? I say, there have been worse before, and we survived them. Hopefully some one will step up to the plate in 3 more years that we can truly put our trust into.
But as my mother use to say... This too shall pass
As you can see the weather changed to our favor. And we have a new window.
The King started at 7am, with grandson in tow. Pulled the last of the framing. Got ahold of the glass, put it in to the truck and off it went to my friend, Lorraine, who is taking it to it's next level... A greenhouse.
Back, he starts with removing all of the old window sill. Our grandson was taking care of the removal of pieces as they hit the ground.
I had decided to get rid of a couch and chair. So it went out the window hole. You have no idea how easy that was. Compared to how we got it in to the house. Our house is an old house so the doorways are not what is now standard. So it took twisting, lifting, pushing and lots of cussing, to get those into the house. With the couch being a hide- a-bed, lifting was a hernia getter. And it took almost 2 hours. Removal took about 10 minutes.
There it was a naked hole. Over came our neighbor and then his friend. Within 3 hours of putting in a new sill. Replacing all the old wood. In went the window.
The King finished off the outside framing, putting back shingles, and etc. At 5:30 p.m. he was beat. I put all the supplies and tools away while he did the finishing nailing.
On Sunday, after church, the King replaced one drywall area that got cracked during the work. Has all but 1/8 of the framing done now. It looks so great.
Thanks to good neighbors, grandson, and lots of hard work from all of them and the King, it is well worth it. We can feel the difference as the wind came up on Sunday and none of it came in.
This summer....next... painting of the house.
14th try to publish... if this doesn't work it will be afternoon before I try again.
In the afternoon, I heard the grader going by. We live on one of the few dirt roads left in Kootenai. And then a few minutes later, I look out the window and see a fire truck blocking the intersection. I see firemen walking around. Then I look down the street and see a truck. Then another one comes.
Well, such things, leads to noseiness. Got to know what is going on. So walked over to the guys who are gathering near the fire truck.
Seems the grader hit the gas line at the end of the street. And sure enough there was a cloud and the smell. In came some more equipment.
It happen a little after 2pm. They had to shut off the gas. Dig up the pipe, as the grader had bent the pipe and if I understood it right, broke it.
They worked on it into the night. Coming around and turning off everyone's meter at about 6:45p.m.
Luckily for us it was a warm day. As it was about 8:50 p.m. When they return to turn on the gas. They also wouldn't let us light our own heaters. A nice young man came and lit it for us about that time.
For a small town we sure have had quite a bit of excitement. An accident a month ago, that had a log truck down in a ditch and rammed into the mud. Luckily no one was badly hurt.
Maybe I should start a blog about the going on's in our little town.
From a few of the comments, I can see that quite a few did not catch the Sat. entry or look down on the left side of this blog, on the bottom.
My face lift here on the blog is many thanks due to Toni. I can not tell a lie nor take credit for such a fine job.
And believe me, she must have the patience of Job, because this past weekend I must have drove her nuts. My whole thing that I contribute to it was ... I like green. Oh, and I did pick out the cartoon.
The fine job of the right colors and style of the blog is hers. So you can go to her blog and tell her, she did a wonderful job of it all. That is either Calicogirls or IdahoNatureTrails in the links.
I know I sure appreciate it, and I can tell you do too. Give the lady a hand!! She deserves it.
Here it is almost 8 A.M. I am late... I have been lazy about what to write today. I kicked around several subjects yesterday. Even worked on some future blogs. Like one for Mother's day and a couple others.
But figured I better get with it. Maureen will be checking in and no posting for today. She will get worried that my injuries from the fall are worse.
But it isn't that... It is my thoughts of what to do for a subject. Do I do one on...
My irratation, after reading last fall's Consumer Report yesterday of how the credit reports control our lives. All aspects of it. But decided I will do that another day.
Was going to do a few moments of my kids lives and fun we had..
I was thinking about how miserable it is out with all the rain, that even the birds were complaing this morning as I went out to get the paper.
But I got to ask you....how can you complain on a day like today?
This is Good Friday... Easter is in two days. With the unconditional love that our Lord has for us. To give his life for us and our sins, which we seem to keep doing anyway. And he still loves us...anyway.... How can you complain on a day like today.
Tuesday, in my zealous to get my side yard cleaned up, I went out to the shed and got the metal rake, during one of the sun breaks.
I stepped out of the shed, backing out with the long rake. As I turned on the cement pad there, I only caught the edge of the cement and down I went twisting my ankle.
I don't remember it, but I guess I stuck my hand out to catch myself as I landed on the rocks. So here I am with a twisted ankle, my hand hurts, and my knee hurts.
And I felt like the lady in the commercial. "Help, I have fallen and I can't get up." I tried to stand, and my ankle wouldn't hold me enough to push up. My knees hurt so bad I couldn't get on my knees. I tried to push myself up with my hand, but my lower palm hurts and is all red from where I landed on it. With rock indentions.
Finally I just bite the bullet, got up on my knees, then staggered to my feet, got over where the grass was and stood there.
My thoughts were, how many neighbors saw me from their windows and were laughing their heads off. I must have been quite a sight. While I was down, I was wondering the same. Part of me wanting someone to come help me get up, and part of me glad, no one (that I knew of) saw me floundering around like a whale.
Damage: bruised lower palm of my right hand, scrapped up left knee, and an right ankle that hurts and my instep too.
This is a fine mess I got myself in, Ollie. (from Laurel and Hardy) So today, maybe I should just sit and drink tea and read my magazines. lol...
Window mistake..1 falling down.........2 I am not looking for ..................... 3
What is your purpose? Not who you are, or what you do necessarily, but what is your purpose.
When you are young, you don't think about what your purpose is. When you become a parent you know your purpose is to raise your children to the best of your ability so they can become good honest, fun loving, adults that others want to be around.
Then your purpose is to be a good grandparent. But that is not such a heavy responsibility as being a good parent. And as you gain to becoming a great grandparent, it becomes even less of a responsible.
So what is your purpose to yourself? As you raise up in the morning...does anyone care? Does anyone notice? Of course if you have a spouse they will care and notice. At least I hope so.
But if you don't have a spouse? Do you have a purpose?
Yesterday was a great day. Not just because it was my birth day. But it was busy.
Busy with people. First call came in at 6:20am from one of my son's. He called from work.
Then my brother in R.I. shortly after that. All during the day, off and on calls from friends and two more kids check in with their families.
My daughter came over with her boyfriend. My grandson gave me a funny funny card. My daughter & T, a sweet card.
This year the King and I made out well with cards. Lined up almost as many as Christmas cards.
But to top it all off... we went to dinner. As we started to eat, a woman walk by and then step back. Her and her son.
She yelled my name. My mind was a blank. (I hate that one down side of age). It was a friend I have had for 37 years. I had not seen her for 5 years. She had gotten remarried and moved to France. She is here visiting her kids and grandchildren, and her sister.
Her son I had not seen since he was 15! and he introduced me to a young lady that was with him. I thinking it was his girlfriend/wife. It was his 15 year old daughter!! I am barely getting over the fact he isn't 15 anymore.. We had a wonderful visit during dinner and exchanged address and email address. A great topping on anyone's birthday.
But the fun wasn't over. See I found the down side of cell phones. I was talking to my oldest son on the phone. The cell phone rings, and the King answers it. After a bit he yells at me in the kitchen, who are you talking to for so long! I tell him I am talking to my oldest. And he says well, this is # 4 son here on your cell.
We had great laughs as the boys bantered back and forth with us. Messages of how one is more important that the other. "How Mom loves me more." "How I am the oldest and known her longer." So exchanging phones we both got to talk to them and their wonderful wives.
Yesterday I had said it was just another day in Bedrock.. but it was a great day ... a great day to turn 66.
Today is the birthday of two people related to me.
One is my sister, Sandra The other is the King's.
Sandra is older than dirt. See I am the youngest sister of the two of us. I can tease her because I am her sister... and she is stuck with me.
The King is younger than all of us. Such a sweet kid. Even for an old man. I am so proud of him. He has lost 36 pounds. He was been watching what he eats and has been very very good about walking each night on the treadmill. He has a goal that he has set for himself for Christmas time.
April seems to be a time of birth. So many April people in our family. My mother, my two cousins, my daughter, my husband and my sister. It also was my uncle's. I have at least 5 friends who have birthdays this month.
What a wonderful Sunday. It was beautiful out. So after church we went for a ride.
Now the back roads of Bonner County leave something to be desired. We had half good road. And half the usual Feb. to April mud out roads. But all of them passable. Is that a word?
We were in the Pack River Road area, and Gold Creek area. Roads that really can do you in. I was surprised the King wanted to take his old man car (Buick) there. As it is known for being a 4 wheel driving roads
And the view was wonderful We had the snow in the mountains, some in the dark side of the fields. The rest is brown turning green. The wildflowers were starting their display.
Ah, Northern Idaho, how I do love thee.. below are the pictures we took.
I normally don't post on Saturdays. I am making an exception today.
A lot of us who blog have site meter at the end of our blog. That tells us how many people visit our site per day. And once a week it gives us the numbers for daily and for the week.
The numbers are way down. I use to average 30 or 160 a week. But now I am cut in half.
So with the weather getting warmer and more for me to do out side, I have decided to stop posting. I don't think any one will really miss it.
I still have a lot of ideas to write about, and with my recent cleaning of files and visiting my old floppys, I could continue. But I guess I have hit my limit on boring you all.
So for those who have read down this far, I hope you have figured out that you have been put on. Hope you have a good sense of humor. As you should not be reading my blog if you don't have one. yes april fool my friends. and I wish you a great day.
Don't forget to set you clocks forward... and I will see you Monday.