Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Busy Days

I am tired of Doctor appointments and hospitals.  I hope we are done for a while now.  I think we may have 30 days off now…maybe.  It is always a day of four hours driving and then time spent there. Most days Chance can go along, he likes the ride. Yesterday we were gone eight hours so we left Chance at home.   Luckily Jo came to let Chance outside and walked him around.

My garage is almost back to normal.  Yeah me! 

I am getting ready to go to a Crafting Retreat and hope to make some more sympathy cards and our Christmas cards.  I THINK I have a real cool design for the cards and envelopes…we will see.   I am trying a new craft…stamping.

It rained and turned cooler here and the yard is full of leaves again, now I am waiting for them to dry out so I can mulch again. We had gale force winds yesterday so some blew into the woods!

Tree at Guyles lake

Near Guyles Lake September 25 2016

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Monday, September 26, 2016

Going Viral

Someone famous looks like our son in law Andy.  Andy is constantly being asked to take photos with fans.  He is a true doppleganger. 

They say we all have a twin out there…someplace. 

the boys and Andy

The grandboys and Andy. September 18, 2016.  Who do you think he looks like?

When we last saw Andy he was excited about the upcoming weekend and told us of his plan.   His adoring wife said “I am not bailing you out of jail!”  In fact she did not attend the concert with him…instead his brother Carl and sister in law Roberta went along.

I have shamelessly robbed this from his Facebook Post about his adventure on September 24, 2016.

“The Blake Shelton Concert was entertaining. I now know what it it’s like to be famous. So bear with me as I go through a narrative of my experience at the concert:

Inside the Fargo Dome I immediately drew a lot of attention. People were swarming around me with their phones in-hand snapping photos of me. Groups of girls erupted into screaming frenzies - its Blake!. Some posed for selfies and they were honestly trembling. Others saw through the guise and said " I don't care that your aren't Blake, this will make my friends go crazy". Some walked up to me and told me that they were cancer survivors, that they loved the Voice, that they loved my music. At times I felt bad for leading them on, and other times I felt good about giving people an experience. I acted the part without apology, waving, giving high fives, trying my best to do Blake's signature "pick me finger pointing". It was fun running into people that I knew. They had a good laugh at all the attention. Rumors of the fake Blake were circulating.

I’ve always said, "Act like you own the place." Without a floor ticket I walked unquestioned onto the main floor and continued to stage right. My brother and his wife followed. About eight security / Fargo Dome staff let me pass without question. At this point my brother and his wife are separated from me. I don't look back. A guy in a red shirt and a headset ran up to me and escorted me back stage. He walked ahead of me gesturing to others in the hall to move aside. About 20 people followed his instructions respectfully moving to the side and giving me acknowledging head nods. I walked past some sort of computer control center and the man in the red shirt pointed me to the corridor of dressing rooms. I was in disbelief. In the corridor there were signs posted for each rooms - Blake's Massage room, staff, Raelynn, food, etc… The corridor also had Fargo Dome staff seated at a number of the doors. No one said a word to me - just nods and facial expression greet me. I read the signs while passing through the corridor searching for Blake. I walk confidently so as not to give myself away. I reach the end of the corridor without any luck, so I duck into the buffet area. Four guys are standing around, they greet me, and I grab some food. They try to engage me in conversation, and I deflect and exit to the corridor. I figure this is my last attempt. I open a door and find no one is around. Then a guy dressed in black meets me, He looks puzzled, then displeased and asks me “what are you doing here”. We walk to the hall, knowing that I am done - likely to be removed from the concert. He points to the other staff to remove me from this area. Without out question I walk quickly out. Funny thing happens next. The guy in the red shirt meets me and escorts me out. "Going out for another walk Blake?" he asks. I walk out back to floor and wave to excited fans and make it back to the concourse. I pause and share the back stage story with my group. Unreal.

We walk back to our seats, met with a barrage of rushing fans and smartphone attention. Before we get back to our seats, security finds me. I am given a stern warning to stay in my seat by a large intimidating gentlemen. I abide. I had pushed my luck too much already. Sitting in my seat I am still accosted by fans coming to me. They want a photo with the fake Blake.

To the Fargo Dome staff, I apologize for any grief this has caused. To all the fans bamboozled by my shenanigans, I meant no harm and apologize to you.

To Blake Shelton I would love to have a beer with you sometime.”

So there it is.  I was hoping that he would get to meet Blake…but alas that was not meant to be…can you imagine if they had met up in the hall?   For the record Andy was born first…he is eleven months older than Blake.  That’s why I say Blake looks like our Andy.

As for going viral, the Facebook post I shared with you has been shared over 600 times in less than 8 hours. 

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Sunday, September 25, 2016


Years ago in May of 2009 I bought a spinning wheel at my Uncle Otto and Aunt Marie’s Auction Sale.  It belonged to Otto’s Grandmother and it came on a ship from Norway about 1880 something.

It has been on my bucket list.  First to see if it spins.  Not sure if I can learn to spin but I wanted to know if it still worked.  We had so many oddball accessories, who knew what went with the spinning wheel and what did not. 

Spinning Wheel

This is my wheel and the accessories.  Only two of the bobbins and the bobbin winder go with this wheel.  The blue and red bobbins are too long to be used with this wheel. The rest of it goes with some kind of Industrial Spinning “stuff.”  The one long handled piece of wood might be a laundry stick.

I met Bruce back in May.  He was anxious to see my wheel and see if it worked.

Spinning wheel and bruce woking on it

Bruce put cord around the wheel and oiled it here and there.  He said “It is in pretty good shape for how old it is.”  He also said at one time it was painted blue.

Bruce and spinning wheel

The winder was stiff, it took awhile and some more oil before he gave it a whirl.

Yes it spins

He adjusted it here and there…see it does spin.  He used T Pins to hold the leather in place he said I could switch them out for toothpicks.

I took lots of photos because we had to take it apart to bring it home.  As soon as we got it upstairs we put it back together again. 

One of these days I will give it a whirl.  Not that I need another hobby…but at least I can say I tried to spin.

Most people name their spinning wheels.  Most of the time they are named after women.  Mine will be different….Otto Bruce has a nice ring to it!

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Saturday, September 24, 2016

Garage Sale and leaves

The garage sale is over, I am in the process of packing it up, some is being donated and some will go into bins for the next sale.   The neighbors down the road had a moving sale so that brought a few more buyers to the area.  Now I will have room for the lawn furniture…and the lawnmower when the time comes to put it away for the winter. 

I mowed the lawn and mulched leaves for the first time Friday…about nine more times to go.  I could not believe the amount of leaves that had fallen in the yard.  The lawn was a bit long in places so now maybe the leaves will blow off into the woods…well I can always hope.

Ash Tree turning color

Ash Tree on the back road.

Echinacea or Purple Coneflower

Purple Coneflowers or Echinacea

The Coneflowers are still blooming!  These are on the back drive, a patch we planted many years ago are still making flowers!

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Friday, September 23, 2016

Mustard Fields Forver

Instead of Strawberries Fields Forever, we escape to the Mustard Fields Forever.

Mustard Field Sep 22

It doesn’t have quite the lyrical quality but if you like yellow you can escape in the color for just a short time…to catch your breath…but I am certain of one thing Strawberry Fields smell a whole lot better than Mustard Fields.

Mustard Fields

I am waiting for them to become truly magical when and IF the Monarchs show up like they did last year.

Last year there was only one field…maybe two…this year every field that grew a crop of peas was planted into mustard after the peas were harvested.  The mustard will be chopped up soon and incorporated into the soil as a natural nematicide which kills nematodes in the soil.  Root Knot Nematodes feed on the roots of potatoes and tubers causing a 60% decrease in production and unsightly looking potatoes.

Just my opinion, tractors and equipment should not be allowed to go from one field to another without being disinfected.   Potatoes should not be left in the fields…they are very hard to pick out of low lying wet areas. Potato vines should not be left in the fields. A longer crop rotation cycle should be observed.

I am glad they are not using the soil fumigants which are very toxic.  I would much rather take photographs of mustard fields than Peligro Signs.

Are you humming along…I bet you will have that ear worm all day…Nothing is real….

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