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Hey gang, I found a few more funnies...
Partly cloudy and...ummm... 53? Got lots of chores done, but nothing great.
Did ya have lots of fun up the mountain?
Did ya have lots of fun up the mountain?
53...not bad, it was about 68 today, but felt really good hiking duh mts... didn't find anything but had a good time trying.
THAT is the part that matters.
Nope. The shelves we used to use are currently being terrorized by a dozen cats and there is no way to keep them off.
I think that's what we're going to do. It will eliminate the tilling and constant weed-whacking.
Likewise, Dale. See ya on the flip side. 
I've never had much luck with growing my veggies in pots, they started out good then started giving off some fruit then was root bound
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Here in the middle of nowhere South Dakota, the only thing that is different from last year is no TP in the stores. Seriously. No quarantines or bans or restrictions... though even if they did, who's gonna enforce it? It's 75 miles to the county mountie office and what kind of trouble can an old phart get into wandering around feeding his cows? Nobody's sick here and nobody's gonna get sick here.
I don't use little pots, but empty mineral lick tubs. They are about 2 feet across and almost 2 feet deep. Nothing is getting root-bound in those.I've never had much luck with growing my veggies in pots, they started out good then started giving off some fruit then was root bound
So how's life in Illinoisy? You guys getting by OK?
FORAWRDED FROM A FRIEND:
I talked with a man today, an 80+ year old man. I asked him if there was anything I can get him while this Coronavirus scare was gripping America.
He simply smiled, looked away and said:
"Let me tell you what I need! I need to believe, at some point, this country my generation fought for.. I need to believe this nation we handed safely to our children and their children...
I need to know this generation will quit being a bunch of sissies...that they respect what they've been given...that they've earned what others sacrificed for."
I wasn't sure where the conversation was going or if it was going anywhere at all. So, I sat there, quietly observing.
"You know, I was a little boy during WWII. Those were scary days. We didn't know if we were going to be speaking English, German or Japanese at the end of the war. There was no certainty, no guarantees like Americans enjoy today.
And no home went without sacrifice or loss. Every house, up and down every street, had someone in harm's way. Maybe their Daddy was a soldier, maybe their son was a sailor, maybe it was an uncle. Sometimes it was the whole damn family...fathers, sons, uncles...
Having someone you love, sent off to war... it wasn't less frightening than it is today. It was scary as Hell. If anything, it was more frightening. We didn't have battle front news. We didn't have email or cellphones. You sent them away and you hoped... you prayed. You may not hear from them for months, if ever. Sometimes a mother was getting her son's letters the same day Dad was comforting her over their child's death.
And we sacrificed. You couldn't buy things. Everything was rationed. You were only allowed so much milk per month, only so much bread, toilet paper. EVERYTHING was restricted for the war effort. And what you weren't using, what you didn't need, things you threw away, they were saved and sorted for the war effort. My generation was the original recycling movement in America.
And we had viruses back then...serious viruses. Things like polio, measles, and such. It was nothing to walk to school and pass a house or two that was quarantined. We didn't shut down our schools. We didn't shut down our cities. We carried on, without masks, without hand sanitizer. And do you know what? We persevered. We overcame. We didn't attack our President, we came together. We rallied around the flag for the war. Thick or thin, we were in it to win. And we would lose more boys in an hour of combat than we lose in entire wars today."
He slowly looked away again. Maybe I saw a small tear in the corner of his eye. Then he continued:
"Today's kids don't know sacrifice. They think a sacrifice is not having coverage on their phone while they freely drive across the country. Today's kids are selfish and spoiled. In my generation, we looked out for our elders. We helped out with single moms whose husbands were either at war or dead from war. Today's kids rush the store, buying everything they can... no concern for anyone but themselves. It's shameful the way Americans behave these days. None of them deserve the sacrifices their granddads made.
So, no I don't need anything. I appreciate your offer but, I know I've been through worse things than this virus. But maybe I should be asking you, what can I do to help you? Do you have enough pop to get through this, enough steak? Will you be able to survive with only 113 channels on your tv?"
I smiled, fighting back a tear of my own...now humbled by a man in his 80's. All I could do was thank him for the history lesson, leave my number for emergency and leave with my ego firmly tucked in my rear.
I talked to a man today. A real man. An American man from an era long gone and forgotten. We will never understand the sacrifices. We will never fully earn their sacrifices. But we should work harder to learn about them. Learn from them... to respect them.
I talked with a man today, an 80+ year old man. I asked him if there was anything I can get him while this Coronavirus scare was gripping America.
He simply smiled, looked away and said:
"Let me tell you what I need! I need to believe, at some point, this country my generation fought for.. I need to believe this nation we handed safely to our children and their children...
I need to know this generation will quit being a bunch of sissies...that they respect what they've been given...that they've earned what others sacrificed for."
I wasn't sure where the conversation was going or if it was going anywhere at all. So, I sat there, quietly observing.
"You know, I was a little boy during WWII. Those were scary days. We didn't know if we were going to be speaking English, German or Japanese at the end of the war. There was no certainty, no guarantees like Americans enjoy today.
And no home went without sacrifice or loss. Every house, up and down every street, had someone in harm's way. Maybe their Daddy was a soldier, maybe their son was a sailor, maybe it was an uncle. Sometimes it was the whole damn family...fathers, sons, uncles...
Having someone you love, sent off to war... it wasn't less frightening than it is today. It was scary as Hell. If anything, it was more frightening. We didn't have battle front news. We didn't have email or cellphones. You sent them away and you hoped... you prayed. You may not hear from them for months, if ever. Sometimes a mother was getting her son's letters the same day Dad was comforting her over their child's death.
And we sacrificed. You couldn't buy things. Everything was rationed. You were only allowed so much milk per month, only so much bread, toilet paper. EVERYTHING was restricted for the war effort. And what you weren't using, what you didn't need, things you threw away, they were saved and sorted for the war effort. My generation was the original recycling movement in America.
And we had viruses back then...serious viruses. Things like polio, measles, and such. It was nothing to walk to school and pass a house or two that was quarantined. We didn't shut down our schools. We didn't shut down our cities. We carried on, without masks, without hand sanitizer. And do you know what? We persevered. We overcame. We didn't attack our President, we came together. We rallied around the flag for the war. Thick or thin, we were in it to win. And we would lose more boys in an hour of combat than we lose in entire wars today."
He slowly looked away again. Maybe I saw a small tear in the corner of his eye. Then he continued:
"Today's kids don't know sacrifice. They think a sacrifice is not having coverage on their phone while they freely drive across the country. Today's kids are selfish and spoiled. In my generation, we looked out for our elders. We helped out with single moms whose husbands were either at war or dead from war. Today's kids rush the store, buying everything they can... no concern for anyone but themselves. It's shameful the way Americans behave these days. None of them deserve the sacrifices their granddads made.
So, no I don't need anything. I appreciate your offer but, I know I've been through worse things than this virus. But maybe I should be asking you, what can I do to help you? Do you have enough pop to get through this, enough steak? Will you be able to survive with only 113 channels on your tv?"
I smiled, fighting back a tear of my own...now humbled by a man in his 80's. All I could do was thank him for the history lesson, leave my number for emergency and leave with my ego firmly tucked in my rear.
I talked to a man today. A real man. An American man from an era long gone and forgotten. We will never understand the sacrifices. We will never fully earn their sacrifices. But we should work harder to learn about them. Learn from them... to respect them.
Glad to see things are going well for you and Lannie. You are in the ideal spot for weathering out a mess like this. WTF even up there there's a TP shortage, figured supplies would be the same there.
Doing pretty good Rich considering the circumstances. It's a mess here, you are lucky to be where you are. I have been avoiding people as much as possible but the herd is running blindly and this crap is gettin worse by the day. But I seen it coming and stocked up on everything I could. Eating a raw diet makes it impossible to stock to far ahead. Real bummer. When the panic first hit the herd
the store shelves were picked clean of all canned goods all paper products all sanatizer, just like a movies.
Living in Beautiful Downtown Maurine (ghost town, population 2, me and Lannie), absolutely nothing is different today than last year. Unfortunately, I have to do my once-a-month shopping in the big city and you know most of those wackos believe all the lies they hear on CNN/MSNBC/etc., so they all panicked and ran to the stores to hoard whatever they could.
So glad to hear that.
Really wish there was some way to help you out in that department. We haven't even started our garden yet and Lannie just discovered there are some underground creatures tearing the hell out of the ground in there, so I guess it is good we are using the lick tubs this year. However, we cannot do squash in those tubs (unless I could make one 20 feet across), so I am going to have to find some way to eliminate these pests.
We don't need any of that out here in the middle of nowhere. We touch cow shit, horse shit, chicken shit... but none of that has this socialist-created virus (promoted for the New World Order and absolute 1984 government control of your lives - think about it), and we have no other humans to touch, so what's to sanitize?
Anyway, hang in there.
Living in Beautiful Downtown Maurine (ghost town, population 2, me and Lannie), absolutely nothing is different today than last year. Unfortunately, I have to do my once-a-month shopping in the big city and you know most of those wackos believe all the lies they hear on CNN/MSNBC/etc., so they all panicked and ran to the stores to hoard whatever they could.
So glad to hear that.
Really wish there was some way to help you out in that department. We haven't even started our garden yet and Lannie just discovered there are some underground creatures tearing the hell out of the ground in there, so I guess it is good we are using the lick tubs this year. However, we cannot do squash in those tubs (unless I could make one 20 feet across), so I am going to have to find some way to eliminate these pests.
We don't need any of that out here in the middle of nowhere. We touch cow shit, horse shit, chicken shit... but none of that has this socialist-created virus (promoted for the New World Order and absolute 1984 government control of your lives - think about it), and we have no other humans to touch, so what's to sanitize?
Anyway, hang in there.
Now why did that post twice?
Hey, Dale. It was 70 degrees here yesterday and 65 today. They tell us to expect 4" of snow tomorrow. Sigh...
Snow huh?....its getting warm here. Not sure what the temp was today but it felt like about 85+
I don't remember the exact date, but I believe it is some time in May. Maybe this is one for Lannie; she keeps our weather records here.
Got a lil ways to go.
I just looked at the uneducated guesses....its a merry go round for you awhile yet.....
Yup. That's Spring on the Great Plains.
I'd like something warmer in Winter and cooler with less humidity in Summer.
Prices plummet, I'll be looking up yonder in the Prescott area.
I like Prescott and Cottonwood, but if land prices drop, I won't be able to get enough out if this place to even move to AZ, much less buy a house there.
If shit plummets I'll get enough land to build a couple shaqs.....I don't need much to live in....i can toss up a house in a couple months and finish at my desire....which is usually 2-5 yrs.....
