I Met A New Friend, This Morning...

Good Grief, it was a bear. I generally do not venture out far from the four walls we call home. Early this morning, I went about five feet more. I saw movement in the trees, at first I thought it was a deer. Wrong, it was a bear. Oh lord, big time panic set in. I started to sing - holler - backed up slowly towards the house, once on the steps I knew I would be ok. So, in my way of nature, I stood there and talked with the bear. I talked very loud and awoke the noisemaker up...he opened the door and asked - to whom are you talking to? I said, it is a bear - right down there. He did not believe me and went to make his morning coffee.

This afternoon, we walked down the path of Paradise, the evidence was clear to him - yep bear poop - everywhere!

They're Back!

This is the rear end of them, thundering, further on up the road.





Oh, my dear cows paid me a visit early this morning. They did not stay long, I cursed at them - told them to get on their way or I would have to bring out the flingers. They heeded my warning and ran up the road.

My Honey Bunny

Born - March 25th, 1990

Received From The Shelter - June 30th, 1990

Reached Rainbow Bridge - June 28th, 2005

Ashes Received - June 30th, 2005

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine - our four legged friends are warm and comfortable.

All animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.

Author Unknown.

~Apologies for lack of knowledge on the scanner/picture - I am still in learning curve mode.

John Prine In Concert

John Prine In Concert
The Centre - Vancouver, B. C.
October 16th, 2009

The advertisement is from my thoughtful mail delivery person. She knows I Prine and spotted this in the paper. It was in my post box yesterday. Thoughtful those letter carrier people are.

I was outside this morning and I found one four leaf clover (left) and one five leaf clover (right). It is hard to see the five leaves, but trust me, there are five.

May luck shower in on me.

Noisemaker

I have had a few inquiries how Noisemaker received his name. Well, no - it was not from the John Prine song - Dear Abby.

When he was hospitalized, well - actually - he had probably not even arrived at the hospital and a light bulb burst in my head, how quiet it was within these four walls we call a home. Some hours passed and the stepson called up wondering how everything was going for me. I said, oh my - it is silent here. I did not realize how much noise your Dad made. It was that point, where I decided to call him Noisemaker.

And, yes - he does make a lot of noise. He loves to watch television, that television could be on 18 hours a day. I am not a television watcher, I watch a movie or two, once in awhile, I like the six o'clock news. I do not sit in one place well. I enjoy activity, to move - oh, alas, the free, quiet, spirit I am.

Brian Carney Photography

Some very nice photography work this fellow does. Particulary, John Prine in Red Rocks.

http://www.photogbrian.com

Prine - British Columbia

Lord have mercy on my sweet soul. John Prine is coming to my province, British Columbia on October 16th, 2009. The venue is The Centre in Vancouver. I do not know of this but I will research it. I will be moving the heavens and earths to get to it. The only thing that will stop me is my death.

I did not check my mails last night but early at 2 a.m. this morning, I did. There it was, my friend Charlene - sent an email. I was so excited, I shook. Then, I went outside and hollered.

This is very good fortune, I cannot believe it - good grief, I actually shed a lil bit of a tear.

I must attend to my Prine clock, my rodeo candles, Prine Suncatchers. It is a very good day.

Oh yes, my noisemaker was making much thundering noises when I told him at 3 a.m. - John Prine is coming to Vancouver, I will be attending. I needed, strongly, the 2 x 4's and flingers, but it was still dark outside. I have taught myself a lesson, you need a few in the abode, they are housekeeping material, Prine believing materials.

My noisemaker received a fine, clean bill of health today. The doctor actually said he was 'perfect'. I gasped and tried to hold myself together because I did have questions for him. I regained, asked my questions - received the answers I knew I would get and as we left, the fine Doc, patted me on the back - and said, go gently, girl - all is well. I shook his hand, thank him for saving my noisemakers' life. I walked out of the office, looked at the noisemaker and said, god - maybe he thinks, I am your daughter, not your wife!

It is a great day.

For anyone that Prines' here; please check http://jpshrine.org/ for ticket information.

*paradise wave*

Happy Fathers' Day, Dad

Happy Fathers' Day, Dad.

I miss my Dad, he died in October 2003. We could talk for hours and hours, ramble on and on about politics, crooks that run the countries of the world, and unions.

Just the other day I was singing our national anthem. My noisemaker gave me a very strange look and said 'what are you trying to do - make your Dad roll in his grave?' We laughed.

Even though physically, my Dad is not with me; he always will be in spirit.

My Dad, my hero
Love, Your Daughter

Happy Fathers' Day
YYYYYYYYY

High Country Girl

Hummingbirds, hay meadows, pine trees and deer
The bawling of whitefaces gathering near
Infinite sky at the top of the world
This is the home of a High Country Girl

Winds that can soothe you, or strangle or scream
Nights that surround with the silence of dreams
Whiskies debating with chattering squirrels
Sounds just like home to a High Country Girl

Sunshine that bounces off breeze-ruffled lakes
Thunder that beats at the sky 'til it breaks
Mud deep as snow banks, dust storms that swirl
Round the blue jeans and boots of a High Country Girl

Her body may wander, her heart never will
In moments of quiet she dreams of it still
The beauty and peace of a faraway world
Reach out to the soul of a High Country girl

Written by: Vickie Jollymour Field

The last verse I have altered to suit my fancy:

Her body may wander, her heart never will
In moments of Prine she dreams on the hill
The beauty and peace of a faraway world
Reach out to the soul of a High Country Girl

One Wicked Storm

Yesterday afternoon, our lil bit of paradise was rocked by one heck of a storm. This is not our home, it is the home of our neighbor, not my fine neighbor, Chris but the neighbor up the road from him.

As the storm was passing through we heard trees falling and did go outside to check, as best we could. We saw no trees down - here.

This morning as I walked up the road to see the damage done, I found this. Yikersville. The home owners were in the house when the trees hit, 5 trees in total. Both vehicles are damaged beyond, the garage is totalled, the home is relatively stable. Luckily, no one was hurt; only nerves damaged. The home owner, I spoke with this morning and he said, it sounded like a big (many curse words) explosion. He was still very rattled.

In smaller communities, you help out your neighbors as best you can. He is bringing me his grocery list tomorrow.

Lydia, she did quite well through the storm, she was still standing - soaking wet but standing. The Prine suncatcher had whipped around her wood arm and if she was human the blood would not have been circulating. She is a good girl, a good scarecrowprinette!

Oh yes, and my dear cow friends are back. When I walked this morning, I noticed a big herd. I told them - heathens just stay where you are - you need not bother to come to visit me....do you get that ~ do you understand - geez, all I got back in return was a MoOOOO, mmooooOOO.

And, I still call this paradise.

Birthday Greetings, Eboni

e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e

Happy Birthday, Eboni ~ many more to come.
Hope your day is filled with sunshine and lollipops.
Best Wishes and Cheers!

CC And A Shy SE

There they are Prine-in big time. SE, that shy one, did not want her pretty face shown so they slapped an illegal smile on it.

The eyes that are in the illegal smile - yep - that would have been about the size of SE's eyes when John Prine walked out on stage.

Notice all the fine, Prine pendants. See left under 'Charlene Stevenson'.

CC is sporting the 'yurt shirt'. A picture of Crusher at the yurt which he stayed in last year.

It is a fine Prine affair.

Picture taken by Mr. Skunkeye ~ courtesy of http://jpshrine.org/ Red Rocks June 13th, 2009

Red Rocks - Update

CC arrived home safely, but very tired.

SE she must be still somewhere out there in the atmosphere, I do not know. SE call home!

After a night of Jason Wilber, continuing on to John Prine, their flights, time changes ~ yikers, I can understand how the tire must now be flat - the excitement of all the events.

They did the paradise wave - all is well ~ another day in Paradise.

Last Day For The Countdown Prine

oh, my - Morrison, Colorado may never be the same - with SE and CC there at the same time!

Jason Wilber had a intimate concert (a kind of house concert, I think) at the Wild Sage last night. SE, her husband (that guy is one fine husband), and CC were in attendance. It was a major bonus for everyone. A good time was had by all.

Tonight, they John Prine. Lordy, lordy, girly girls - I cannot imagine. I'll be thinking of you - toe tappin', head noddin', John Prine-in.

Prine-in Proudly, they will. Bonus for me - they will do the paradise wave.

Definition - Paradise Wave - a slow raising, left handed arm, no greater height than the shoulder, moving through the air motion - from left to right. It is only done when John Prine sings Paradise.

CC & SE ~ Red Rocks

Such an exciting time for CC and SE. I know CC is Denvering her heart out awaiting to make contact with SE - SE maybe is still orbiting.

As luck would have it, Jason Wilber is doing a concert near by at the Wild Sage tonight. I hope everyone can make it safely there.

Tomorrow, is the big Prine day. What I would give to be there - to meet CC, SE and husband; Illegal Smile, the Red Rock sister - lord, Red Rocks would never be the same!

I hope the bug situation in Red Rocks is not like we have here. Lord, I have so many bites - bites on the butt, bites on the boob - and no, I do not run around nude. Those damn bugs fly right up your shirt, down your shirt, up your pant leg - they are everywhere. I took a wicked bite to my eyelid - yikers, it is all swollen, however - it is a most important weekend, bites and all.

It is the weekend to celebrate SE (and husband), CC, Jason Wilber, and of course, John Prine in Colorado.

My Little Cupcakes

Aren't they just so cute! They were a big hit at our ladies auxiliary meeting today. The decorative sugars, the gold foil liners - the ladies were in awe. The larger cakes at the top of the picture I made for the noisemaker and one for my fine neighbor, Chris - his is the one I baked in a cup, jujubed it up - Chris loves my baking, he appreciates it very much.

The decorative sugars and the gold foil liners were sent to me from my friend, Charlene Stevenson. She is such a thoughtful, kind person and she Prines'.

Lucky 13

On the evening of July 19th, 2008 there at table 13 stood the family of not Virginia and Ray.

The fellow in the blue shirt is the soon to be retired postman, my brother - 11 months older than I. (and he whispered in my ear, I'll bend a little then you can look taller than me)

Next, yours truly.

Next, my oldest brother, the father of the groom, and sitting is the Noisemaker, my husband.

I Can See!

I can see - touched by a brilliant disguise! God, I think I could be nun material.

A pleasant surprise entertained me when I received, from the eye doctor - my results from the tests. I can see near 20/20 in each eye. The problem is that the eyes (like everything else here) do not work as one. The left eye is not working with the right eye. They do not want to work together and they never will.

It is like my hands - the left does not want to work with the right. Thank god, I never went into construction. Contractors would never have me on their payroll.

I have went through the left and right thing all my life. It is not a political issue, nor a gender issue - it is an issue on how the brain works. The brain has, as we know, a left and right side and there are words for that, but I cannot spell that nor have the vocab for it - I am busy smacking them mosquitos.

Some folks are strong left handed, some folks are strong right handed. My brain does not work that way. I can write with both hands. Strongly on the left. I played guitar on the right as I did bowl. (oh teehee, I had many strikes - luck was on my side - right. I could whip a spinner down the alley that would scare any cat away). The left side of the brain, to me is the thinking side, it is not entertainment. It makes my left hand work, that side of the brain - forces me to think issues through in a manner that has seem to worked for me for many years and hopefully years to come.

I believe both sides of my brain - right and left - have one thing in common - love.

John Prine - Red Rocks - CC and SE

One week from today, two very proud Prinette fanettes will be in Red Rocks/Morrison - Colorado to see John Prine. CC has the pendants in the kiln and SE is painting up the rocks - what more could John Prine ask for. I know - me there - swingin' my Prine suncatchers...like that is going to happen.

I do hope John Prine sings his song Paradise and when he does - the Prinettes will jump up and give the wave.

Have a safe trip, CC and SE - I'll be thinking all week about you both and then, it will carry on to the next.

Geez, Can I Catch A Break Here

Yikers, I need to get a break from frustration, misery, bug bites - you name it - this week I seem to have been near brinked. Near on the 'Brink Of Diaster' - that is an old Lesley Gore song.

Noisemaker required assistance today with the wood splitter. I accomodated. We were working along, side by side, doing very well and then suddenly something flipped into my eye. We stopped immediately and raced into the abode. Of course and naturally, we cannot see anything. I can only feel it. It could be a bug, a small piece of wood. Who knows?

Tomorrow is my eye doctor appointment - what great timing! I know I will require new glasses.

It flutters me to think with new glasses, just how great is Bruce Springsteen going to look!

In later years, I anticipate a hearing aid, just how great is John Prine going to be!

And, then there is Neil - Neil Young.

Alas, they should all come to see me
Play on the mountain side
Will sing and touch
The green, green grass of home

Oh, but could you all wait for awhile. Our surrounding forests are burning up, we can see the smoke, the smoke from the fire has filled our air.

John Prine - it will all be gone, hopefully, by August. Feel free to depart from Tennessee and come to the land where you can perhaps catch a few fish. Noisemaker caught many last weekend. Do not worry, if you come to the side of the mountain - John, Fionna, and family; and the Bed and Breakfast places are full - I'd set you right up here in the camper - I called it
The Naj Mahal!

My Poor Lydia

In my bugged, unbugged, sting, stung, (the itch is almost too much for me), I forgot to tell about Lydia. Well, Lydia near toppled over last night. I do not know if she had a fox, maybe had a Donald, visit last night. This morning she was a fright, I asked her, politely - what were you doing last night? Did you suffer from the bugs, is it all in your head, my god, you're plastic, but I do not wish you to be dead. I fixed her all up and now she is politely dressed. I fixed her jeans, her flannel shirt, and sported her new a prine blue suncatcher (blue to match her jeans).

I do not know if Donald should show up tonight.

Oh, Alas, Lydia - Go For It!

Yep, Right Between The Eyes

An eventful few days it has been. I have been educated to the ways of the internet, spamming, emails which are not me....I could slap them folks with a 2 x 4. Alas, I feel so proud they picked on me (several curse words).

We have been outdoor cooking at the fire pit, it is fun! On Sunday I received a terrible poison bug bite - yep, right between the eyes. The darn thing got all infected so I had to bandaid it up the best I could. God, what a sight. Some bandaid glue, I have an allergy to so where the bandaid was placed, well, - everything went straight to hell. Now I am walking around like I have been shot. We had to do the city thing and my word, you should have seen all the looks I received.

My noisemaker had his medication changed today and I hope with this his blood pressure comes down a notch or two. I told the doctor ... you know, it is always high the first reading in the morning, I think he must be thinking he is looking at Rachel Welsh, some beauty queen with big canuckcanackers, but it is only me doc, only me. We all laughed.

Then, I step towards the weigh scale - I hesitated, I do not like to weigh myself. I was 90 lbs. I must eat more mash potatoes, whipped cream, - yikes, I need to have a weight gain - big time!