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

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