Luke Bryan - 2014-02-28 Fargo, North Dakota

Oh, how exciting it must be!  A friend of mine, her daughter and husband will be attending this concert.  Coming from Winnipeg, the young, family couple - I am quite certain will enjoy an evening with Luke Bryan.


Good god almighty, if I was in my 20's I would love to attend a Luke Bryan concert.  I will be satisfied to Luke on the 28th of February.  I will be doing the Luke!  oh teehee, I am nearing 60! 


My Noisemaker leaves for the city on the 27th of February, I Luke on the 28th!  Oh what fun it is going to be.  I will tend on up to the wood, and then I will Prine, Young, Springsteen, and Luke!  I do treasure this time.  Do not get me wrong here, I appreciate my Noisemaker, but I truly understand that time alone is precious.  Quiet time - no Noisemaker time. 


As for the mountain side, well - a cold front is upon us.  The temperature this morning was about -22 and the (curse word) wind was howling in from the north, south, east, and west.  The snow was blowing in every direction...and that damn Crane! 


I await for summer, I await to plant my tomato seeds.  I talked to the seeds everyday - peek my head in the fridge and say...hi, tomato seeds - I can't wait to plant you, to watch you grow...and spring is just a smile away...


Way Down -
Spring is just a smile away
Laughing at a summer day
~John Prine~ 


Enjoy your weekend folks!  

I Do Not Have One. . .

Obvious to me I will have to install google chrome if I want to add picture to any blog post.  Geez, I do not know why they have to change/upgrade/ or soon we will see on the six o'clock they are downsizing.


I love posting pictures to this blog.  So many folks out there never get to see photos from the mountain side.  I love this blog, it is my journal - a part of me, I let everyone see/visit.


That crazy crane was causing me nothing but grief early this morning.  I heard noises so I lifted on up from my perch and proceeded, slowly to view the cause of the noises.  I have the flashlight, do not want to turn it on for fear I will startled any animal out there.  I take very small steps towards the railing and that (curse word) crane is whipping around and again, hits my head.  Honestly, my heart started to race so bad, I had to get back to my perch. 


Once, back in relaxed mode, I looked at the crane and said, I must remember you are there.  I do not want to be frightened by you anymore...do I frightened you?  Then, I giggle.  I would not/could not frighten anyone.  Oh, but wait one moment.  I am a fright on my perch.  My lovely ensemble of the pre-dawn hours consists of a beautiful army green 50 year old coat.  It was my Noisemakers' Dads', but I liked it so much, I kept it after he died.  I have a matching Beaver Lumber touque, the greens of both the hat and coat match perfectly.  When I want to upgrade my ensemble, I wear my John Prine touque (it is only dawned up for special occasions)...when the snow turns to water.

A Dark Morning On The Perch

I am hoping I have self directed myself to correcting to once again being able to add photos to this blog.  I think I need to add google chrome. 




This morning dark and early I was outside on the porch.  I heard a sound.  I walked over to the corner of the porch (get the picture here, it is dark and I do not want to turned the flashlight on because the moose could be visiting).  I slowly walk over to the corner of the porch and yikers - something hits my head.  My heart starts racing; I take big steps to get to the door and then realize I have hit my head on the crane.  The handmade crane my neighbor made for us.  I snickered to myself and then went to sit for a peaceful moment on my perch.



Peace, does not last for long.  I see a shadow coming down the path.  Good lord, my heart has not recovered from the last fright and now another is coming.  I stand up from my perch thinking I may have to raced on into the house to awake my noisemaker.  I await.  It is the cat from up the road.  I yell on out, get out of here - it is way to early for birds.  It is near 5:00 a.m. 


I finished up my coffee and cigarette, my heart is calm now (lol).  I come back into the house and walk quietly down to the computer room.  I hear a voice saying...everything okay outside.  I reply - everything is cool, everything is okay.

High Hopes. . .

I am rather at a loss as I can no longer post pictures.  I will babble on - and hope for the best.  Honestly, I cannot see folks coming on up here when there are no pictures.  I need pictures.  I have tried, numerous times to upload my photos...I get the round ball, that goes from blue to yellow, green, and red.  I do not know if I should be updating something, downloading something or perhaps just do a - ling a- ling ling.


Bruce has a new cd out - High Hopes...good grief, I was able to catch two lines on the radio last night...but Bruce - it kind of sounds like Spare Parts.  Granted, I have not heard the entire song/album, so I will give Bruce - the benefit of my doubts.


As for Neil and his tar sands, Alberta project.  Fort McMurray is not what I would even call hell on earth.  I cannot see hell, I cannot see earth.  A major part of my mind and heart looks at the economy.  My soul, my mind, and my heart looks at the environment.  What major oil companies have done - the government of Alberta, the government of Canada is a shame.  The Canadian resources are being shipped to China. 


My Dad worked in constructing the unit, of the tar sands in Alberta.  My Noisemaker, worked up there.  They did not see the stripping and raping of the land like the pictures/photos we are seeing today. 


I understand folks make big money in northern Alberta - but I shutter when I think the government of the day treats folks native to this country and continues to line their silk pockets.  The suits of the politicians are not fit for me.

No Go, On Pictures...

I trust and have faith that it is not me with the pictures taking abilities...hahaha


No matter, we write on...


Today, I received the most beautiful Christmas card, geez - brought a tear to my eye. 


The Christmas card was from a friend of my Mom's ~ Francis is her name.  Francis is 89 years old and suffers from dementia.  This year she remembered me.  Her card was so heart warming to me.


I was so thankful she was still alive, I called on up to her daughter.  We had a great conversation on how one minute your up ~ the next minute your down ~ and every scenario in between.


I am so thankful that my Mom's friend remembers me.  That is all that matters.


May life to you and yours - be - All The Best.

Well, let's see if this works...

I have been experiencing difficulties in loading a picture to this blog?  I am testing to see if I can post to blog without a picture.  Perhaps they are upgrading their photo department ;)


I have a beautiful picture of a moose that was in our yard yesterday morning.  Wow - what a majestic animal.  Yeppers, I am about as big as her ear!  It was with us all day yesterday until early this morning.  We have a few big indentations where she laid down to rest.  We have a few big piles of you know what too! 

Happy Birthday, Mr. Postman

Happy Birthday, Mr. Postman - and the postman is not John Prine.

The retired Postman/Lettercarrier is my brother - the one who Prines'.  Happy 59th Birthday!

Generally, the scenario of this day goes - I call - I receive the answering machine - I sing - and wish All The Best and life carries on.

oh, ah, eh, - today I got an answer!  My brother states - yes, I am another year older.

Oh my, we talked and lip flapped hours - almost four hours.  It was delightful - so happy, such fun to reminisce.  To speak of our lives now.  Grandchildren, children taking care of children.   Prine and lets us all Prine on.  Oh, but did you hear of Neil...Bruce.  My word we talk of them like they are part of family growing up in northern British Columbia.

A fine conversation - he told me a story - well, it is not a story - it is true.  There a polish family that lives next door to him.  He was out sitting on his porch, a nice summers' day.  The polish man hears him and asks - may I bring my guitar.  My brother acknowledges.  They play a few tunes together...then the fellow says...I heard you sing/play something about Paradise...we played that before remember.  My brother says, yes.  It is John Prine - Paradise. 

Wesley says every guitar note was hit perfectly from one man born in Poland and one man born in Canada.  They shook hands - my brother asked - would you like to bring your family over....

New Years and past Christmas days have come and gone...do you know Souvenirs, I can teach you that - it is a Steve Goodman song.

The family comes and what a great time they had.  They Prine.  Wes get the word book out so everyone can sing.  It is Prine Time, at the greatest.

My brother will be into surgery soon, I hope.  He has developed a cataract.  Probably some or injury from too many days of hockey, baseball, or what - have - you - sports he took part in. He will be fine, he is my brother.

I love you, my brother.  I will love you forever.

I love you, goodnight.

Welcome 2014

Hi 2014 - so happy to have you here. 

I have been looking at seed catalogues in preparation for the 2014 planting season.  Wow - I see many seed companies favor the liking of the Monsanto - I will not be purchasing seeds from any company that is in support thereof. 

I am looking to plant pineapple tomatoes this year.  After the great crop of Cherokee Purples last year, I will be planting them also.  My regulars, of course - potatoes, onions, carrots.  I cannot wait to start digging in the dirt; having to run from worms.  Yikers!

Now as for Mr. Prine - well, reports have it that he is doing very well.  Expected to make a full recovery and be back on the Tour de Prine.  oh teehee.  I cannot quite follow why the Tour De Prine does not tour de mountain side.  Major giggle. 

Yeppers, I can see me walking down the dirt road here and poofarilla - there is Tour De Prine.

And, poofarilla my sense of humor is working overtime today and not getting double pay time for it; but certainly got a great giggle!  Hope you did too.