Monday Again

Well I’ve been sitting on the couch, as I do every day, all day anymore. Damn MS anyway. The guilts did inspire me to put stew meat in the crockpot. The only thing I found in the fridge to add was an onion that was getting to the slimy stage. Peeled off the top three layers cut it into quarters, put it in the pot. It’s been so long since I made stew I’m not sure if onion even belongs. If I wheelchair my way to the garage I might find a tater or two. For the life of me I don’t know why the spuds can’t be in the house. If only I had some carrots and celery. This might be the most boring stew ever. I went to the garage and found a bag of little russets to use. Things are looking up.

Tater Run

Looks like the hanging flower baskets could be taken down. They are looking bad. Just received a winter storm warning for tomorrow and Wednesday. Today may be the last semi decent day. Arg.

Pretty Berries

Back in the house; I should have grabbed a not very cold Corona in the garage. I could have put it in the freezer so it would be nice and cold at “it’s five o’clock somewhere”. Catch ya later.

The Birthday Present

Surprise Bday present delivery

Oh my I have a new puppy and all the joy that will ensue. Crate training, potty training, rescue everything that goes into the mouth and general mayhem. Who’s brilliant idea was this anyway? Don’t get me wrong I love dogs and have had great ones, all before life in a wheelchair I might add.

Photo bomber

I’ve named her Kit, I’m pretty sure she’s thinking her name is G.D. Dog, we will get that worked out eventually. Her favorite foods are tiny yard frogs, night crawlers, grasshoppers and what ever flowers are blooming in the pots around the porch. I think she’s a keeper after we get a few bugs worked out. Which brings up today’s project of going to the Veterinarians and picking up some wormer. Oh and ordering a larger kennel, damn these puppies grow fast.

Mud dog on frog patrol

And I thought I had my first real cow dog. Until next time be someone’s hero.

I’m officially a Senior Citizen

Yesterday was my birthday, I’m officially of the age to apply for social security though I’m not eligible for full benefits for another 5 and 1/2 years. Do I apply now, take the 25% discount or struggle and hope my one rental property continues to provide income. I best find someone to give me advice.

I’m also waiting on a ruling for social security disability, something has got to give. I’m living on credit cards now and fast approaching my limits. I think I can sell my 14 year old Durango to my sister. That might cover the deliquent property taxes on the rental house. If I loose that property I will be in dire strait’s. I’m finacially and emotionally stuck.

It’s no wonder the suicide rates are high. The waiting, uncertainty and struggle dealing with MS takes its toll on the psychic. I’m going to call the Social Security now and wait on hold until I get disconnected “Again”.

Thirty nine minutes before disconnect this afternoon. I didn’t try again. I decided to go online looking for answers. Ditto my previous suicide statement.

Tomorrow I’m going to a wedding, toast the awesome Mr. and Mrs., and have a great time just my puppy, wheelchair and crippled old me.

Go be someone’s hero.

Haying McDonald Bench 2019

There’s a bumper crop this year. Unfortunately the weather has been very uncooperative.

Fresh Cut on the McDonald Bench

Putting up hay has changed a lot in my lifetime. I remember the sicle bar mowers, side delivery rakes, dump rakes, buck rakes and farmhands. We put the hay up loose, had a crew of 4 or 5 extra hired men, plus three or four of us McDonald kids doing the jobs none of the paid guys wanted to. The crews were mainly high school boys from Anaconda, they usually had to leave before we were finished, football practice, leaving the permanent hired man and the family to finish.

Have Things Changed in 60 years

Living the good life in retirement.

Mowing the lawn.

So being in a wheelchair, pretty much sucks, fortunately I can run the zero turn riding lawn mower and not be 100% worthless. Of course I need help to get up into the seat, but then I’m good to go. I need help to get off too and must time mowing so someone will be there to help.

Yesterday was mow day, we’re not talking small yard by any means, and it’s anything but a nice shape for easy turns and long straight stretches. A couple of side hills thrown into the mix make it even more difficult to stay in the seat.

North East Side

South Side

Back Yard on the East Side

Front Yard on the West Side

It took me two and a half hours to finish in 85 degree heat, I was trash the final half hour. My legs were Gumby Guy like and worthless to keep me sitting upright, I was slouching sideways as I finished. I might have to stretch this out over two days in the future.

Until next time. Be someone’s hero.

The Bumbles and The Honeys

I’m hanging around at a Shop Raising, in my wheelchair, staying out of the way as much as possible. My feet are starting to ache and I need to get out of this chair and put in a little standing time. I spy a four wheeler with the perfect handles to hang on to while I stand and move my legs. Score.

It’s five o’clock and a nice gentlemen brought a cold coors light in a coozie.

Okay getting back on track, as I was hanging off the back end of the four wheeler next to a row of Cotoni Aster bushes I couldn’t help but notice they were swarming with Bumblebees and Honey Bees. They were very busy and paid no attention to me. But darn it they wouldn’t slow down and hover long enough to have their picture taken.

Cattle Drive 2019

It wasn’t snowing this morning but it was a little iffy.

Out of the corrals over the bridge and we’re headed for the hills.

Almost to the top, hardest push is over, a bull laid down and refused to participate, one calf got back in the trees. Those two will get a trailer ride.

Over the top and having a refreshment before the final push.

Destination! Mother up the pairs and let them drift through the last gate. Hope the coffee is still hot I guarantee the beer is cold.

Weaning Day

This team of horses, mother and son, are 23 and 18 years old and have never been separated. Serious separation issues, actually dangerous. I’ve never seen anything like this.

Well it’s weaning day and I will be dealing with a screaming mare looking for baby for a few days. I just hope she doesn’t hang her self in a fence, she’s not my pony.

I will do a follow up in a month or so after the drama.