arfie
Status: knowledge is all past tense. i can't **know** a thing until it has already happened. stay in the present tense. stay ignorant.
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Today begins week five up here on Horehound Hill. The rental make-ready is still not done. The grass is still a 21st century faux pas and the painting inside the house is still not finished. The...
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Hubs took next week off from work to deal with the mess in Houston. My nag job feels well done for his having been able to chill here on the farm in between his paid gig and the "executor" gig....
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The family presence up here exceeded my wildest hopes. The babies were happy little campers for most of their 26 hours here, despite the absence of baby provisions. The few sqwaks and squabbles they...
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The youngest son clan decided at the last minute to show up for Thanksgiving yesterday. Eldest son and his S.O. stayed at the urban homestead. I knew hubs was coming, so I laid in enough provisions...
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Has it really been two weeks since I started this survey? So far, most of the work has been performed solo, without so much as a neighborly interaction to break the surreal nature of time in...
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I guess the project wasn't being stonewalled after all. Hubs had a stretched to his limits day on Monday and I read it as the mind-your-own-business thing which his father taught him so well. There...
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Looks like the farm potential project is off. Hubs has got his stonewall up and 100% of my experience in our 37 year relationship tells me that the challenging his stone wall mode is begging for...
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Still at the urban homestead. My doubts are growing on the feasibility of the potential farm projects. The landlords (hubs and bro) are still vague and sketchy on their own desires for it. I am not...
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When I left Houston a week ago, I expected to have power and water turned on at the farm and be done with the make-ready on the house by now. What is that tired, old cliche about an expectation being...
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Bully Rooster is now resting peacefully on the kitchen table. For this tale, I will let that be a Facebook FarmVille event. I pushed all the right buttons and, bingo. Dinner is served. Legal statutes...
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My guit-chi sure has created some unlikely weddings on my guitar fretboard. I love medleys and song weaves. Through that passion, Maria Elaina Walsh (Como la cigarra) is now woven with Bruce...
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I think Silver's name change is official. His feathers are still the gold-laced silver he was named for, but his crowing and random attacks are as bullying as a bully can get. Bully, it is. Efforts...
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The in-law estate felt a bit less confining when I left yesterday. Having the first wave of legal yaddahs behind us feels like a proverbial mile-stone. It still amazes me how palaces feel so much...
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One of my most resisted therapy homework assignments was/is imagining what the Hated Party could have been with just one or two changes of the elements in their life equation. Yucko bucko! No wonder...
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Bee it ever so humble. . . I think my feather babies missed me as much as I missed them.After The Phone Call, hubs left before dawn in the bee truck since the passenger vehicle had car seats in it. I...
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