We're still in the process of integrating our two households into one, getting rid of the excess spatulas (it's amazing how many spatulas you accumulate over 50 years of living), figuring out which mandolins to keep, getting rid of the crappy towels... Mostly doing kitchen stuff right now, and it's definitely a walk down memory lane.
To begin with - I don't drink hot drinks. I mean, I'll maybe have a cup of tea when I'm down with the flu, but other than that... And while Roger is a coffee drinker par excellence, he mostly uses a Thermos to keep it warm throughout the day. So how is it that we have so darn many coffee cups? Heck, moose emblazoned coffee cups alone, we've got enough for your average squadron (especially if you include Moose dachshund cups). Then there's the Corps of Engineers ceremonial cups - I've still got one from the Mt St Helens celebration when we finally completed the sediment detention structure. We've got three different Sunset Bingo cups - they've outlasted the actual business we got them from, which closed down shortly after I left for Utah (I'm sure there's no connection.) The funny thing is that I've never bought a coffee cup in my life... Kind of like how moose-themed objects just seem to appear in my presence.
Monday, May 28, 2018
Thursday, May 24, 2018
A Day In The Life
Little bits and pieces of life here on the goat ranch:
- The family planted potatoes today - I wisely took a nap and managed to avoid this, but I did my part last night, when we cut up old potatoes, separating out pieces with eyes on them. This got planted in Mom's yard, out past our fridge planters with the tomatoes and other veggies (seriously - we've got six old refrigerators turned onto their sides and filled with dirt that we use for vegetable planters. Hey, it's slightly less redneck than using them as appliance fencing...)
- I figured out how to get the paperwork for selling the house and dealing with the escrow to our credit union in Roosevelt so we can go in and sign tomorrow- selling a house long distance is a lot more travel intense than I thought it would be. Part of the problem, of course, is we don't have a fax machine because we don't have a home phone line (and apparently Docu-Sign is only trusted so far in the house selling community - which after the whole 2008 debacle, I can appreciate, but still... pain in the butt.)
- While Roger and Uncle Ron were working on the irrigation system for the garden (ably assisted by Gary and Briggs - for certain definitions of the word assisted), Mom, Sherri and I attempted to play cards, assisted by baby Riley. His assistance mostly consisted of crawling at a high rate of speed to the kitchen door whenever he was not being actively held - although he did eventually give up and start playing with Mom's cabinets, dragging out as many serving trays as possible.
- During the card game, Marlo got loose and came looking for her Maaaaaa. We've started trying to wean her, and frankly, she's not having it. She seemed pretty determined to find me (and more importantly, to find the bottle, and was sadly disappointed when I came up empty, so she went over and started conspiring with baby Riley to try to bust out of this joint, until Roger showed up and firmly dragged her back to her tractor.
- This may feel strange, but life here feels more like a commune than I think anyone else living here would feel comfortable with (considering that I'm the hippy liberal in the group.) We have our house and Aunt Sherri/Uncle Ron's house side by side each other, separated by a porch and a driveway, Riley, Cassidy and the boys just across the road, the other cousins popping in on a regular basis, and at times, it feels like one big house with some exceptionally open hallways (and 30 acres of scrub brush and goat/cow/horse range all around). Maybe it's genetic, but I'm starting to enjoy it - as long as I have my room to retreat to. Tonight, we're going to be grilling burgers out on the porch, with the guys grilling, Sherri doing up corn on the cob, me possibly contributing a salad... all of us trying to get Briggs to eat *something* (he's at the "I don't like that" stage.)
- The family planted potatoes today - I wisely took a nap and managed to avoid this, but I did my part last night, when we cut up old potatoes, separating out pieces with eyes on them. This got planted in Mom's yard, out past our fridge planters with the tomatoes and other veggies (seriously - we've got six old refrigerators turned onto their sides and filled with dirt that we use for vegetable planters. Hey, it's slightly less redneck than using them as appliance fencing...)
- I figured out how to get the paperwork for selling the house and dealing with the escrow to our credit union in Roosevelt so we can go in and sign tomorrow- selling a house long distance is a lot more travel intense than I thought it would be. Part of the problem, of course, is we don't have a fax machine because we don't have a home phone line (and apparently Docu-Sign is only trusted so far in the house selling community - which after the whole 2008 debacle, I can appreciate, but still... pain in the butt.)
- While Roger and Uncle Ron were working on the irrigation system for the garden (ably assisted by Gary and Briggs - for certain definitions of the word assisted), Mom, Sherri and I attempted to play cards, assisted by baby Riley. His assistance mostly consisted of crawling at a high rate of speed to the kitchen door whenever he was not being actively held - although he did eventually give up and start playing with Mom's cabinets, dragging out as many serving trays as possible.
- During the card game, Marlo got loose and came looking for her Maaaaaa. We've started trying to wean her, and frankly, she's not having it. She seemed pretty determined to find me (and more importantly, to find the bottle, and was sadly disappointed when I came up empty, so she went over and started conspiring with baby Riley to try to bust out of this joint, until Roger showed up and firmly dragged her back to her tractor.
- This may feel strange, but life here feels more like a commune than I think anyone else living here would feel comfortable with (considering that I'm the hippy liberal in the group.) We have our house and Aunt Sherri/Uncle Ron's house side by side each other, separated by a porch and a driveway, Riley, Cassidy and the boys just across the road, the other cousins popping in on a regular basis, and at times, it feels like one big house with some exceptionally open hallways (and 30 acres of scrub brush and goat/cow/horse range all around). Maybe it's genetic, but I'm starting to enjoy it - as long as I have my room to retreat to. Tonight, we're going to be grilling burgers out on the porch, with the guys grilling, Sherri doing up corn on the cob, me possibly contributing a salad... all of us trying to get Briggs to eat *something* (he's at the "I don't like that" stage.)
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