Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Turnin' 54 and conquerin' mountains

February 22, 2011

Brrrrr, it got chilly again! Only for a bit, but after a week of almost toasty temps, degrees in the 40s felt miserable.

Well, in a few days I will become 54 years of age.


Yeah, I'm weird. I love each year that comes along. When I hit my 50s, I found an entirely new level of freedom and determination. I mean, I have always had drive, but now it's more focused. And to be part of a generation that is redefining 'retirement'; from being a time to sit back and do nothing till you die to being a time of growth and discovery--I wouldn't miss this for the world. And I read a few years back that 60 is the new 30.

Besides, nowhere in the Bible does it say ANYWHERE that folks retired from life. Come on, after the conquest of Canaan, in Joshua 14:12-14, Caleb, at the age of 85 asked to be given a mountain to conquer! And he GOT it!

Are you lookin' forward to kickin' back and retiring? Or are you lookin' around for a mountain to conquer for God? Me, I got my eyes on my very own Everest.

Well, I got chores. Later ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I know I am not an idiot, but....

...I accidentally became a follower of MY OWN BLOG. Now I can't 'stop following' myself! Can someone please tell me how to get rid of me? I mean, it's kinda like I'm stalking myself, and well, that's just creepy......

Well, I got chores. later, ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Hard Work Is a Tonic To the Soul

February 17, 2011

I never need to find out if the groundhog saw his shadow--I know when spring is on its way simply by checking my wolves' coats. If they are starting to shed the winter undercoat while it's still cold outside--the weather is fixin' to warm up. About a week ago, I noticed that Little Dove's fur was looking tatty. When I checked closer, it was obvious that she was beginning to shed her undercoat. And lo and behold, it is now WARM!!!!!!!! (I am so easy to please, have ya noticed?)

So, as a result, I have been able to stay home for most of this week, and I would still be there today if I didn't need horse feed. And it looks like I am gonna be able to be home Friday too! Yup, doin' the happy dance!

Here is a summary of my first week of warmer temperatures:

Monday--Up at 3:45, help the hubby off to work by 5 a.m., stay up and finally finish the letter to my pen pal Marqueta, then have some Bible and prayer time. Daylight comes, my son and I have breakfast, feed the animals, clip a lead rope to Fang Wolf, and we take a 6 mile walk. It was glorious. We get back, rest a bit, have lunch, and then I start washing blankets in my wringer washer. While they are agitating, Obie and I toss rocks into a home made skid and haul them to the driveway to fill in a rut that threatens to swallow the truck when we drive over it. When the blankets are done, we wrestle them onto the clothesline and start over with the next. After all that I do up the dishes, fix a simple oven supper, eat, watch a DVD and read out of THE JUNGLE BOOK. Then we all crash.

Tuesday--Get hubby off to work, and with his blessing, I am back in the arms of Morpheus five seconds after he leaves. Sleep till daylight, repeat the feeding pattern and walk for 3 miles. Haul more rock, make plans for other projects. Repeat dinner fixin’ and eatin’. Bedtime.

Wednesday--Get up, son and I get dressed and hop in truck with hubby to ride out 3.5 miles. Get out of truck in dark, and after hubby drives off, walk back to house to get walk over with. I cannot begin to tell you all how beautiful a mountain road is in the dark. Soft breezes, leaves rustling, stars overhead--no sounds but the tramping of our feet on the old dirt and fresh gravel. The scent of wood stoves from homes waft out from their stove pipes. Sometimes you spook a deer into crashing through the brush. Lovely.

When we get home, it’s still dark, so we fall across our beds and doze till daylight. Again, breakfast and feeding. Then we really gear up into chores. I start a fire with deadfall from the big corral. I keep burning any brush I can gather, and some old blankets that were too soiled to make another year. And yes, more rocks get hauled to the drive and placed like some bizarre stone puzzle. Then I attack my trailer and scrub, dust and arrange everything. Since Brian gets in late on Wednesday, I fix a Cajun beef dish, haul water to the fire and heat it up for baths, soak awhile in the hot water and rest, then into jammies, and relax till hubby gets home.

Okay, after all that, I am tired, sore, stiff, and badly in need of a chiropractor--and I LOVE IT! I can hardly wait till tomorrow when I can do more laundry, and arrange the tack and feed room. Yeah, I know, I live a wild life! I’m planning a horse brushing and grooming day next week!

Well, I got chores. Later ya’ll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Friday, February 11, 2011

Snowstorms And Twinkling Lights

Feb 11, 2011

Wow--we survived the snowstorms that happened--AGAIN.

We had just come through a nasty snowstorm and sub-zero weather. I was thrilled that I was going to be able to stay home and catch up on all kinds of chores. For the first two days, I organized, cleaned and scrubbed my little travel trailer till it shone. I had been inspired by Lady Lydia, Mrs. White, and several others whose blogs I follow. My next plan was to attack the cabin and start getting the kitchen put back together, so the wood stove could be reinstalled, and we could spend the cold days in a cozy, LARGE room.

There is an old saying, "If you wanna hear God laugh--tell Him your plans."
I think the Father must have chuckled a bit, because the next day another snowstorm hit, and Obie and I were stuck inside the trailer. Since I had cleaned so well, there was NOTHING for us to do except watch DVDs. We had no new books from the library, no new DVDs. We went a bit stir crazy, and when Brian made it home that night, he found a cranky wife and son. He took it with good humor though, since he has a hard time with cabin fever too.

Then the weather broke yesterday, and we got ready to come into town and do laundry. I find it funny that I was complaining so much about being away from home, then when I DID get to be there--I couldn't wait to get out again. What's the old saying? I'd complain if I was hung with a new rope.

Well, anyway, we made it out this morning, and we were treated to a gorgeous sight as we drove down the drive and over the roads. In this type of cold, ice crystals form over all the trees, fencing and brush at the sides of the roads. When the truck lights hit them, there is a twinkling effect, as if the landscape is covered in tiny white blinking lights. It can take your breath away in its simple beauty. I just breathed a prayer of thanks that we were blessed with our own personal light show.

Now we find that the temperature is going to be at least in the 60s, and even the 70s by Sunday!
Instead of griping about being either home or in town--I'm just gonna prepare for either situation, then be grateful for which ever one happens.

Well, I got chores. Later, ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Friday, February 4, 2011

Is It Just Me, Or Is It Cold?

February 4, 2011

I have spent two days this week at home, snowed in with my beloved hubby and son, due to one heck of a snow storm. It wasn't bad that we were unable to go anywhere, but that we couldn't even go outside for anything other than caring for our animals. We had movies, snacks, naptime, etc, but it gets kinda close quarters in a travel trailer! If we had gotten the cabin kitchen up and running sooner, we would have had more room to hang out in. Ah well, the late Leo Buscaglia once said that he felt that the downfall of the family was the multi bathroom house. Guess my family has a good shot at surviving!

I am in town today, and it is a mess. I had to come in to do laundry--my wonderful wringer washer and clothesline just don't do the job in sub-zero weather. As it was, I had to toss frozen chunks of clothes into the washer. Couldn't sort them.

Also, had to get some supplies that I had run out of. Nothing big, I buy enough staples to last a long time, but we were low on meat and a few other things, and ROY'S Grocery has a 10 pound meat sale the first of each month that I ain't missin', ya dig?

The weather is nasty and I would really rather be at home instead of waiting around town for my hubby to get off work. However, my husband trusts me to accomplish what he can't while he's at work. As it says in Proverbs 31, the heart of my husband trusts in me. He trusts me more than I sometimes trust myself. I see my limitations--he sees my abilities. When I first came to live under his headship, he took me out to the vehicles and taught me how to change the oil, transmission fluid, etc. His reason is this--if I drive it--I help maintain it. Makes sense to me, so I get annoyed at women who say THEY don't have to do that--they either get the hubby to do it or they pay someone else. I ask them what are they gonna do if hubby dies or they don't have enough money to pay someone else? They normally just blink.

I guess what I'm getting at is that Jesus' relationship with His church is like that--He sees our potential when we only see our failures. He says 'go and makes disciples," we say, "Lord, I can't talk to people--I'm too shy." "He says, "Give to the poor," we say "Lord, I don't have it to give." If He tells us to go and do--doesn't that mean that He knows what we are able to do? Come on--He made us--so He knows what abilities He put in us, so why can't we just trust Him and do what He says?

Well, I got chores to do. Later, ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett