Romance
and love just permeates our little farm.
On Thursday, Sherry
celebrated another birthday. She got the coolest present, a 25
gallon sprayer with a home made 44 inch boom. She can now put it
into her little wagon and pull it around with the lawn mower spraying
her crab grass and other weeds. Sherry told me that no one had
ever gotten her such a big sprayer. For our anniversary
bet I get a new set of curtains. Sure do love that woman. We
also had a German Chocolate cake made for her. It was made by
the cake decorating teacher and was really good.
I cut myself doing
some farm work. As Sherry and I are both nurses, we agreed that
I needed some stitches. So Sherry stitched up my forearm.
She did a great job. Although she was not as fast as Dr.
Liston.
Before
the invention of anesthesia, speed was a highly regarded trait in a
surgeon. Dr. Robert Liston of London was among the fastest. But,
speed comes with some cost. In one particular operation, Liston
killed three people. The patient actually survived, but later
died of gangrene. During the operation, Liston accidentally cut
of the fingers of his surgical assistant, who soon died from an
infection. Liston even managed to slash through the coattails of
a colleague who was observing the operation - he was so sure that his
vital organs had been punctured that he died of fright! Source: Oops! by Paul Kirchner, 1996, Rhino Records
I
was glad that she did use some anesthesia. Later, my boss, Dr.
Vark D.O. asked about my stitches and I told him we got bored around
the house last night. Do not think he will be coming over to our
boring house any time soon.

We
are expanding our range land.
I asked the neighbor if it would
be alright if I fenced in his pond. He said that would be ok.
So on Saturday with low 100 degree temps I put in a fence. We
have now increased our pasture size by 27%. He is letting us run
cattle on his three acres. Grass is good and waist deep.
Cows sure do like it. Think it will clean up the neighborhood
also.
We
went off to spend our tax money to help the economy. School
shopping with a teenager should be a professional sport. Phillip
is trying to obtain a “certain look.” Wants something
between not too common and not to different. He won’t shop at
Walmart anymore because the “in kids” do not get their clothes
there. Now, what is the difference between Levi's from Walmart
or a store at the Mall?
He
agreed to a pair of Mudd jeans but Sherry had to cut the label off the
back because they are a popular girls jean brand. At one store
he said he did not like Lee jeans. Later, at Penney’s, he
found two pair of
Lee's that were perfect? He would not try any
that were too dark blue. He ended up getting a pair that were
dark blue and dirty looking? We
looked at hundreds of shoes. He only liked the ones from Foot
Locker that were above $70.00. We decided the child does not
need $70 sports shoes to walk around school halls. There were
these shoes at Penneys that were the new popular looking
"bowling" shoes. He said they were so ugly he would
never wear them - too girly. Later he bought the same pair at
Ross discount store. I guess they grew on him.
Just
about more than we could take for one day. Phillip would come to me to
ask for something and I would say no, he would ask if I had clothes
that were “in” when I was in High School. Yes, my clothes
were in fashion. If I wanted some clothes I got them. Now
I paid for them so I gave him the same option to be the master of his
universe. He is still taking advice from his mother and getting
what she advises him on, it is cheaper that way. At least for
him.
There
was talk of rain here the other day. Someone saw a cloud and
most of us remember that rain comes from clouds. Yet it was not
a real cloud instead it was smoke from a fire in Tulsa. So
our
hopes for rain remain dashed. The temps have not helped either
when they have been over 100 degrees each day. Started
to hope they get a new weather man as the one we got keeps quoting
dates when records were set and we have only been a degree or two
below the record. Think he is trying to make us feel better.
We
have been feeling sorry for the chickens so we have let them roost
outside. Watching that has been strange.
The thin ones
roost in the coop while the fat ones have to sleep out in the yard.
I do not know how that arrangement was set up. Maybe the fat
ones take up too much room on the roost and rest voted them out.
Do not know. The
bull cracked it’s hoof , so the vet came to doctor it. When he
pulled up in the driveway, Phillip and him got to talking. I
guess at that time one of the chickens decided to practice flying.
It was showing off and tried to fly across the pond. Only made
it three fourths of the way across. That chicken did not
even know how to swim. Guess it should’ve taken that dare. Well
Phillip jumped in saving the bird. The vet did not believe his
eyes. Thought I was tough when I was fifteen, Phillip went out to
pasture and caught that two year old bull and held it while the vet
gave it 20 cc of medicine. We never had a bull like that when I
was growing up. Phillip did it all with one hand too. Bet
the Vet does not see a place like ours very often.
Life is good.