Took a nap earlier, now I’m going to read. Actually re-read a book I read in the fall of 1980, The Clan of the Cave Bear. I had just moved to Wilmar, Minnesota from Shelby, Montana. Knowing absolutely no one in the land of many lakes I resorted to reading to bide the time, Cave Bear was hot off the press at the time. I don’t remember much about it, after reading about 20 pages it is starting to come back. Not only from the book, also memories from my short time in Minnesota. I must document that time in my life. Just not today.
A beautiful day here, 55 degrees. Many years the ski area opened on Thanksgiving, many were nice like today. We’d have our last horse back ride of the year, then pull their shoes.
Best scare something up for dinner. Who’s hero were you today?
Moldy cheese, stale bread and old eggs; a recipe for a miserable digestive day. Not much I can do about it. Did I mention the old eggs being under cooked.
Another boring day on the couch in store for me. We don’t have snow yet even though it’s tried a couple of times.
I was wrong, the eggs are over done. It’s always either under or over. The cook has a little timing problem too. How about starting the toaster when you put the eggs on the stove. Cold eggs on stale cold toast.
Gastric issues ramping up already, my loud stomach growling tells all. I’m about to tip over asleep. Nap o’clock. Catch you later, go be someone’s hero.
Wasn’t it spring just yesterday! This is what greeted our valley this morning. I shouldn’t complain; for many years the first snow came on the first Tuesday of November, the day I had the annual meeting of our Water Users Association. I couldn’t leave for my place in California until the election of board members was completed and the price of water to the shareholders was set for the upcoming irrigation season.
With that done, I could head South way before dawn on the following morning. I was always pre loaded, only needing to put the two puppies and the laptop on board. 1107 miles or 18 hours later the dogs and I would be in Yucca Valley; very happy to be out of the vehicle. About the end of April it was time to come home to Montana. Sure miss those days. Hey, go be someone’s hero. Catch ya later. Crippled Cowgirl
Mountain lions like goat. Apparently two California transplants to Montana woke up to 4 deceased goats a couple days ago. Including the goat that lived in the house; except at night, it slept outside where goats are supposed to sleep, and live.
Being pretty sure they were shot, the city police were brought in. Sounds like they agreed, yes siree they were shot. Well some level headed person called the Fish & Game to come investigate, sure enough it was a mountain lion predation. Same folks had the same thing happen in 1988. Should have gone home then because the lions were here first and they aren’t leaving.
That’s the latest from Brown’s Gulch somewhere in Montana. Go be someone’s hero. Until next time. Crippled Cowgirl 👩🦽
Have you ever gotten into the truck of a horsey girl. Here’s how it goes, “Wait I’ve got to move some stuff before you get in”, everything on the front seat gets heaped into the back seat. Since there’s so much tack, buckets, saddle blankets, coats, boots and god knows what’s already in the back seat, not to mention the “Best cow dog ever”. Point being everything tossed in the back winds up on the floor. Except for “Best cow dog” who has jumped into the front seat. My seat.
Unfortunately I didn’t get a picture of the interior of the truck, when I do I will update this post. It’s almost time for fall roundup then I will have a lot of subject material. Depending on weather; usually the Horsey Girls have something more pressing come up if it’s too cold, rainy or snowing.
Go be someone’s hero. Until next time. Crippled Cow Girl
Yesterday I became 64, I was given the most awesome gift from my neighbor.
I get it, not many people can appreciate this Corning Wear pot. American made, unlike the inferior quality of the more recent made in China version.
I use my Corning Wear as often as possible. I have an incredible oven and there’s nothing better than a from scratch pot roast with spuds and carrots roasted for a couple hours in yes a good old oven. Or stew, or or or. Did I mention my favorite cook book. Yep a good old Betty Crocker.
Time to start dinner. Go be someone’s hero. Till next time.
What do I do when I’m really bored, make a pot of beans of course. I’ve read 3 books in the past 5 days and I needed a break. I put a couple cups of Pinto beans in water to soak, and were they thirsty, I went outside to get some vitamin D came back an hour later and had to add more water.
I actually have fresh onions meaning no sprouts, and garlic. It was harder to peel the garlic with my shaking hands than chop the garlic and onion. I am not real patient, I rinsed the beans and threw onions and garlic plus fresh water a dash or two of sea salt into a crock pot. Then back to the couch and started another book.
I sort of forgot about the beans until I was in bed, damn. I went to the kitchen and turned the crock pot off, they had been cooking for eight hours. They were perfect, probably the best batch I’ve ever made. I left them alone, no stirring therefore no smashed beans.
I’m looking forward to lunch to have a bean and cheese burrito with salsa. I’ll let you know how delicious it was. Catch ya later
I’ve been no where since March 5th and that was for a doctor appointment also in Missoula. Not much has changed, I did have to go through the screening “routine” and the biggest obstacle course possible to get labs done and ultimately to my appointment. Mask? Hell no I didn’t have a mask; they supplied me with one. If wearing one of those doesn’t make you sick nothing will. Suffocating.
I thought I had combed my hair. Maybe that was yesterday.
A big road resurfacing project is in full swing on the highway about a third mile west. I have a wonderful vintage point here on the deck. I’m amazed at the number of big motor coaches pulling full size SUV‘s behind them on the road. Apparently the folks driving them have no patience to wait for the pilot car. I’ve watched 3 of them trying to do a u-turn on the two lane. Getting into a bind, getting out and unhooking the SUV in tow, while totally blocking the road. Tourons. You’re right rhymes with moron. Hey didn’t see any masks either.
Okay Friday has turned into Saturday. It rained close to a quarter inch this morning, we can always use that. The pine and fir trees smell great. This evening we’re going to the third birthday dinner for my just turned 80 house mate. Even birthday cake gets old, oh wait it’s cupcakes tonight, my stomach churns at the thought. Only to be topped off with the three, maybe four great grands and no less than eight dogs. Perhaps I should start drinking now. I’ll try to capture a photo of the mayhem so everyone can share my pain.
I’m going to bed a week of company and birthday parties have done me in. It’s pretty weird having a nail the same color as my tooth paste. It’s not to late to be someone’s hero. Until next time; The Cowpatty is over and out.