Mother’s Day

June 29, 2008 at 11:17 am (Family) ()

We had my moma and pa and Peter’s mom and dad and sister over for Mother’s Day.  The original hope was to go visiting on the motorcycle, but it was WINDY and RAINY and so no luck.  So we decided to have everyone over here.  No one really comes here that often because we are so far away (25 or 45 minutes…which isn’t all that far really, but with gas prices and busy busy schedules, it makes it harder). 

I was excited to show everyone the changes made here since they have last been here, and the yard with things simply exploding in the last two weeks.  The menu was simple – more food than you could eat in all three meals of the day – so pretty much the usual.  Steak from father John’s herd (Peter’s dad), Dawn (P’s mom) brought potato casserole and green bean salad (P loves it). Moma/Lynny-poo brought not one, but two desserts – rhubarb crisp and a double-layer chocolate cake with chocolate mousse and strawberries.  Pa brought morels that moma then fried for lunch as well.  Peter grilled the steaks, I made a cheese tray, rolls, fruit pizza, salad (writing this down…I actually had the easier parts of the menu…good for me!)

So Dawn thought there was too much food as I was continually pulling things out, but that is just our way.  No one will go to hell as long as there is enough food.  The only thing we ran out of was the morels.  I did my part by not eating any.  I sacrifice like that, by not eating things that gross me out completely. 

We followed up our traditionally large dinner by NOT doing dishes.  Emily helped me clear the table and sort the dishes, but I refused to let Dawn have us do dishes.  I have a dishwasher for a reason after all, and I hate having to spend all afternoon in the kitchen while I have guests in the dining room.  So there you have it.  I still have a load of dishes to do, but I had a good time going back and forth between Peter and Pa talking about the bedroom remodel for this summer, and John, Dawn and Moma talking about who knows what (they skipped around a lot). 


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Mulberry Stories

June 29, 2008 at 11:15 am (Uncategorized)

Wow, mulberries are probably not interesting enough to have “stories” about them, but such is the life out in the middle of nowhere. 

We have saved one large mulberry tree and a couple small ones in the woody planting.  This is the first year that we have had a noticeable crop of berries on them (at least enough to warrant picking them).  Last Friday was my first Friday off from working four ten hour days, and the first round of berries were ripe.  Buck and I went down after Peter went to work and started picking. 

Buck likes mulberries, and will eat them out of your hand if they are ripe.  He is very selective about the ripeness of the berries, and will eat around the non-ripe ones.  As I was picking he was snorfling around in the grass around the tree for berries that had been dropped.  At least I thought that was what he was doing.

Pretty soon I heard a loud squeak that sounded just like a lot of his toys, so my first thought was that he had discovered a lost toy.  Until he bounded away so quickly and I saw a little foot sticking out of his mouth.  Then I remembered that Peter had mentioned they had kicked up a rabbit down there the other morning.  This must have been one of the babies.  So as Buck ran away I texted Peter to ask him why he was always gone when the wierd animal things happen out here.  Then I ran up to the garage to get a Beggin Strip to trade Buck for the baby bunny.  That worked really well, and he was put on the cable while I contemplated what to do.

If I was my father, I would have just stomped the poor thing and been done with it (there is a reason his friends call him Big Foot after all).  But I just couldn’t bring myself to that.  For a split second I thought about trying to save it, it was still breathing after all, and could kind of hop (as it tried to escape me).  But I knew that Buck and chomped it good, and probably rolled it over a few times with his massive paws, and that it wouldn’t make it very long.  I couldn’t stand thinking about the suffering.

So I sucked it up and pretended to be tough while I went and found the pellet gun…and I will end the detailed part of the story there.  Living in the country is great the majority of the time, but dang if there isn’t some crappy parts too.

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Favorite Flea Market

June 29, 2008 at 10:59 am (shopping) ()

So…I have been way behind on dowloading, editing, and uploading pictures, so I will go ahead and post some of these with no pictures.  You will have to go to the flickr to see the pictures once I get around to them.

On Saturday (May 17) Kelly, Moma, Kris and I went to the Pecatonica, Illinois Flea Market.  This is a twice-yearly tradition for my immediate family, and others sometimes come along (like Aunt Janet).  This year we got there right as the gates opened because we were in a big hurry.  Within the first 15 minutes we had found half the things on our list and had made two trips to the truck.  This was slightly troublesome since we had already spent half of our money for the day, and hadn’t even gotten through the first building. 

Our worries were unfounded, since we found pretty much evertything we wanted by the time we finished the buildings, and had run out of time, so we skipped the outside booths.  Somehow I still managed to get a little bit of a burn though.  So we hauled all the stuff we had on hold to the loading gate and piled up Pa’s truck like the Beverly Hillbillies.  It was awesome.  I got everything loaded down in the back, and they told me I better sit down and be like Granny.  Too bad we didn’t buy a rocking chair. 

I took surprisingly few pictures during the flea market since we were in such a hurry to get back to the auction, but I did get some pics of our loaded up truck.  (Obviously, not done yet…)

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Perfect Perfect

June 21, 2008 at 4:22 am (Outside) (, , )

Since the kids are all home now, I can be more flexible with my schedule.  I worked four ten-hour days this week so I could have today off.  I spent a lot of those four days in a funk and irritated and blaming it on the unusually long day, but all the while looking ahead at Friday Off. 

Today was the day, and it has been perfect.  I got to sleep in (compared to leaving at 6:30, I got out of bed at 6:30).  Buck and I picked thousands of perfectly ripe mulberries.  He sat on my feet while I picked, waiting for me to drop them and tell him it was ok to eat.  I only dropped the bowl once (half full…) but we recovered quickly. 

This afternoon I went with Kelly, Emma and Abi to pick strawberries and out to lunch.  The sun has been shining, but not too bright, and there is a perfect breeze.  Scattered showers only last a couple minutes, and while giving the air a heavy feeling, it is overcome by the freshness brought with a new breeze. 

Now inside cooling off, I will attempt to make mulberry cobbler, reserving some for the jam Kelly and I will make on Sunday.  The dog is asleep in the garage after his hard day of snatching mulberries and baby bunnies (did you know that when a dog bites a baby bunny, it makes the EXACT noise of those squeakers they put in stuffed dog toys?  I didn’t want to know, but now I do)  So that was the only part that was less than perfect, but it is all part of a perfect day in the country.  Thus ends my cheesy sappy recap. 

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