Thursday, July 29, 2010

Play Time



Today we took off in our motor home for a seven hour hiatus from all the work and stress and problems at home.

Did us good.

Second picture is at the Tobacco River where Sweetie tried his luck in the river and Lake Superior. Didn't catch a thing but enjoyed the down time. Our dog Lady basked in the riverbank and followed her master everywhere.

I packed a simple lunch of tuna sandwiches and coleslaw and we breathed in fresh air, got a little sun and talked about some things best discussed away from Dad.

After a couple hours at the Tobacco we drove to Thayer's Lake and took a two track trail to the only shoreline access on the lake. Had the whole place to ourselves. What a treat. Sweetie caught two small perch and snagged a few weeds. One snag was stubborn and he had to wade into the lake to get his line free. AFTER emerging from the lake we realized it would have be wiser to remove his sweatpants as he stepped down into a sink hole. Soooooo...he spent the afternoon in his undershorts while the sweats dried in on a limb. Can you believe Mrs. Preparedness had not brought him a change of clothes? Since doing laundry from our last day trip I had NOT restocked his clothes!!! Oh well.

Enjoy the pictures and have a great day. Treesong

Friday, July 23, 2010

The View From Here




This photo was taken awhile ago on Lake Superior. Reminds me of what we all need to do - Live Free.

It's been awhile since I've felt like posting anything. Between doctor appointments, remodeling the bathroom and picking blueberries the hours have slipped by.

Sweetie's son left here after a 10 day visit - about 8 days beyond his welcome. I'm still airing out the motor home after cleaning the fridge and vacuuming. He ran out of beer two days before he left and was too lazy to drive to town to buy more. Mooching off the neighbors got him one drink and a surly attitude. By day five I resorted to serving grilled cheese or tuna sandwiches and canned soup for supper. Why waste good food on a man who sits at the table while saying nothing and leaves his body odor behind without so much as a thank you?

Despite doctor's orders Sweetie has worked on the bathroom and told the plumber he could "take care of" a few jobs himself. Naturally, they remain undone.

Instead of blowing a gasket I turned my attention to picking blueberries. Today I picked 6# before my back gave out. If I can tolerate bugs, humidity and backaches I should harvest 50# within the next few weeks. Last year blueberries were still blooming here the first week of October. I think this season will be shorter as I've already found leafless plants.

Mayberry has a post about "Starving the Monkey" which coincides with my general attitude of late. To be blunt: piss on the government, the nitwit neighbors and the navel gazers. My focus is on me and my household. Despite the health challenges we'll tough it out and "getter done." This winter when the north winds blow I'll throw another log on the fire, make a pot of chili or stew and gaze at all the provisions we've stockpiled.

What happens with the Gosslins, the Koreans or Iran, the Red Wings, Wall Street, Ford or General Motors, or the crooks at BP won't distract me from living free of insanity.

Basically, there are too many crooks, sheeple and politicians hell bent on ruining the world for me to battle. Better to starve them of my money, time and attention. If enough of us did that they'd cease to exist but I have no illusions of that happening. Insulating myself and disconnecting from the rat race at least gives me peace.

And now I'm going to bed so I can get up early to watch the sunrise over Lake Superior. Take care folks, Treesong

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Prayers Answered

The Plumber arrived today. Took time to figure best way to run lines, then made a list of all supplies needed. Says he'll return in the morning.

We have to remove the jetted tub through an opening in the hall wall & bring the walk in shower in the same way before closing up the bump out.

We had one more day to enjoy a hot shower so that was our dinner table conversation. Sweetie and I both looked at his son and said, "You can go first."

He says: "I don't have any clean clothes." Seems he's "simplified" his life to the point of owning four complete changes of clothes.

When I approach the boiling point my eyes have red circles around them and the tone of my voice changes. I speak very slowly and enunciate exactly.

"So take a shower and go nude."

Dad and Sweetie choked on their chicken and his son got incensed. Ten minutes later he returned with his toothbrush and a razor. This time the shower and towel were both wet a was his head. He has not made an appearance since.

Copper Harbor hosts the 7th Annual End 'O the Road Keweenaw Tour & Car Show. My youngest son has a car in the show and we've packed the motor home for a day long trip to the event. Dad has decided to stay here and watch the animals. We're towing the golf cart so we can ride around town and on a few trails.

It's high time we had some R&R.

Thanks all for your prayers. Supposedly next week I'll be able to post pictures. Have a great weekend, Treesong

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

No Plumber

No surprise there! Good thing I had a blood draw at the hospital lab and another appointment today. Kept me from being an axe murderer!

FYI: we once thought of getting married. And then we both thought of how bad we are at it. Enough said.

Rain here since 2 p.m. Supposed to last through the night. Started feeling cabin fever so I laid down awhile. When I got up 2 hours later Sweetie said, "You have a nice nap?"

Not with the TV volume on 65 so Dad can here it.

It is now nine days since Sweetie's son has had a bath. I will have to fumigate the motorhome when he leaves.

It's a wonderful life. Treesong

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Tomorrow's the DAY - Supposedly

Sweetie had to be nearly at death's door before agreeing to hire a plumber to finish the bathroom! A few doctor visits, new medications and some strong words from me helped!

Tomorrow's the day the plumber shows up.

Supposedly.

As with most hired help in these parts it's sit and wait and sit and wait some more. He was supposed to start Monday, then Tuesday. Now it's tomorrow.

Sweetie says we'll move the washer and dryer out to the deck once the guy steps through the door. The plumbing and propane will be off for two days so we've all had our showers. The new water heater and walk in shower are in the truck bed backed up to the deck. The bathroom and two lower kitchen cabinets have been packed up and boxes line the living room. Buckets are filled with water and the grill will see lots of service.

Sweetie's son arrived here Monday for a two week stay so he's bunking in the motor home. There are now three men hear who all either are invalids or act like one. Dad's worrying about all the details and called a nephew downstate today. "I think it would be better if I drove down there tomorrow." After they hung up I received an email from cousin. "He's not serious, is he?"

Of course he is! Tomorrow, if he's in the same frame of mind, he'll be hunting for his car keys 'cause he's in no shape to drive!

I have an early morning blood draw, then an appointment with the township assessor. We're selling three acres at the west end of our land - that which surrounds Harley man whose outbuilding encroaches on our land. Our new neighbor to the north - who already owns 43 acres - wants to ensure that there is no hunting or trashing. Because he's of like mind and we've decided to downsize we've agreed to the sale. The money will help pay down our mortgage and we're still left with almost nine acres.

Sweetie's son brought us a Dell laptop with Windows 7. Tomorrow he transfers files from this computer and I'll post lots of tools, the tractor, brush hog and snow blower on Craigslist. More cash to pay down debt or save for future needs.

My worse nightmare is that Sweetie will die before I collect Social Security (if it's around in 6 years). If he passes on before then I am poop up a creek because I have no steady income. This mortgage must be gone!

So that's part of what's going on around here.

Through all these stressful times I'm grateful we're preppers. It's ONE thing I don't have to worry about. Groceries, toiletries and cleaning supplies are crammed in every nook and cranny.

Take care and thanks to all of you for your prayers and so forth. Treesong

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

In Limbo

About the only significant change here is the weather. Cooler, Thank God. Me and arthritis don't do well in high humidity. Turned the air conditioner on for two days plus three ceiling fans and a floor fan. Two miserable nights with little sleep.

On the positive side, the blueberries are going gangbusters and I pick about a quart a day. Back hurts and horse flies just find me delicious.

Sweetie's return doctor appointment is Friday. Now has prostrate problems, blocked artery in his neck and very low blood pressure. I, on the other hand, have developed high blood pressure. Can't imagine why.

The lovely brother will be home from Jordan for 30 days but spend ONE night in his home town. So Dad will not have the few day visit with him that he expected. He's keeping a stiff upper lip over this news. I, if given the chance, would kick the shit out of my sibling. Arrogant, self-centered, philandering ass.

The man who bought property next to us has expressed interest in buying some of ours that adjoins us. We'll see what develops.

Given our health issues, I doubt that we will be able to "live the dream" as we originally envisioned it.

At days end, we're still grateful we're together. Now the challenge is to make the necessary adjustments to living life differently than we wanted to/.

Thanks all of you who have emailed and left comments. I really appreciate it. TTYL, Tresong

Thursday, July 1, 2010

One Foot In Front Of The Other

Still exhausted.

Managed to weed the cabbage and onions, vacuum and fix a couple meals.

Sweetie keeps getting dizzy spells. Return trip to the doctor tomorrow and hope for an answer.

Dad is becoming more needy and of course everyone is "too busy." At times it reminds me of when my kids were little and I couldn't even go to the bathroom alone. I'm not angry with him anymore for his behavior on our trip. That takes too much precious energy. The changes in him are due to a combination of things so I keep reminding myself, "This too shall pass."

We have made some other decisions that we've decided to let simmer awhile. Time has a way of taking care of things and perspectives often change so decisions have to change with the times.

Have six cords of firewood to stack so I'd best get some rest. My oldest son is coming out next week - he promises - with his plumber friend to finish the bathroom. God, I hope so.

In the meantime I'm sure thankful for our preps. Shopping for anything sounds like insanity right now.

Take care, Treesong

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Home Now But Exhausted

What should have been a nine hour drive last Thursday took 11 hours. Ditto for the return trip - after a side trip to Mt. Pleasant and Ionia!

Add four days at my cousins where my Dad had temper tantrums and took his frustrations out on me - because he was NOT the center of everyone's world - and I am one totally exhausted, angry woman.

Best to get a few days rest before I do anything else. Came home to Sweetie being sick, having dizzy spells and nausea so I have to drag him to the doc's tomorrow. Maybe we ought to both check into the local hospital for some R&R. God, what a crazy thought.

Talk to you all later, Treesong

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Flag Raising & Other Projects

Part of the family gathered here on Father's Day and worked together to install my Dad's flagpole. Now he's able to sit in his chair and view the American, Norwegian and U.S. Coast Guard flags fluttering overhead.

We picked up two cords of firewood last night and today we're after two more. If nothing else, we'll be warm this winter.

The blueberry bushes are loaded so it looks like another bumper crop this season. Can barely wait as we're down to four quarts in the freezer.

Tomorrow I drive Dad to Lapeer, MI. to visit with his 92-year-old sister who flew in Sunday from Sarasota. In honor of his visit he shaved his beard (she hates beards!) so for the first time in 20 years he has 5 o'clock shadow every day!

My eldest son has loaned us his ATV so Sweetie can drive it through the swampy area that borders the west edge of our land. He wants to check out the timber and see what if anything has been discarded in that area. Spring or fall would have been a better time to do there would be less underbrush so I expect a bug-bitten, scratched up man to emerge.

The cabbage and onions we planted in our garden are doing well but so are the weeds. Maybe when I return from downstate Sweetie will have run the tiller between the rows. Maybe.

Well, I'm tired and have lots to do before we leave tomorrow. Have a great weekend everyone. Have no idea when we're returning as Dad says this is his last trip downstate. Treesong

Friday, June 18, 2010

BP's Hayward Demoted

"A day after he was grilled by Congress, BP chief executive Tony Hayward is being demoted. According to Britain's Sky News, BP Managing Director Bob Dudley will take over day-to-day oversight of the Gulf of Mexico oil spill while BP's chairman Carl-Henric Svanberg (he of the "small people" comment) will assume major PR duties. (Yes, you read that right — the BP executive who famously expressed his compassion for "the small people" will be tasked with enhancing the company's public image.)"

And now us "small people" are left to wonder why the major moron's still around. Oh yeah, silly me, I forgot that those at the top retain their positions longest despite their idiocy.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Pondering

Maybe because my father's mental state is deteriorating; maybe because my youngest granddaughter is realizing people don't live forever; maybe because another friend has died; or maybe because it just seems there's never an end to the pain and suffering and work and disappointment and stupidity of people - I find my wishing I could stop the clock. Just for a day so we could all look around us and take notice of the things that are truly important.

Enough of this "reality" TV crap and texting and accumulating "friends" on Facebook and My Space and imitating morons paraded across magazine pages and videos.

Is it my age or disability or the fact that I'm no longer a member of the rat race that leaves me wondering what all the clamor's about?

Just what the hell's wrong with walking through the woods admiring the new growth on pine trees and watching squirrels scamper through the underbrush?

And why obsess over seeing your reflection in the kitchen floor because you've bought a mop that squirts cleaner on the floor?

I'd like to wring the necks of people who think "if you're not busy you're boring." They are so "busy" they miss most of their surroundings and have panic attacks if they're without their Ipod, cell phone or antidepressant.

This weekend the summer round of parades and fireworks begins. Thousands of people will crowd the streets, litter the landscape, flaunt their cleavage and hind ends, and obssess about how much beer they have in the cooler so they can gossip while people watching. The marching bands, revevved up engines and booming car audio systems will drown out any quiet while people "have a good time." Big damn deal.

We'll stay here or wander down to a deserted beach with Dad in tow and Sunday - Father's Day - hope his family has sufficiently recovered from their hangovers. As even my non-drinking sister said, "Don't get things going too early. We'll probably be tired." Yeah, and by the time they arrive Dad said he'll be ready for his nap.

Sometimes I think the pine trees can't grow fast enough but then I'm reminded that my memory is fading too. Maybe next year I won't even care.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Another New Neighbor & More Trees

Forty-three acres north of the DNR boat landing road sold last year to a couple from Lubbock, TX. They spent big bucks building a long winding drive into the place and parked an old travel trailer on the property.

Yesterday I saw three pickups parked there and men building a gate. When I got home I told Sweetie, "Let's take a ride and introduce ourselves."

NICE neighbors. Nice, nice neighbors!!!! Couple in their mid 50's who will retire in two years and build a Golden Eagle log home. Sweetie asked about their gate and the man said, "Seems everyone thinks they can run all over here with their four wheelers and wreck things."

Told him, "You ain't seen nothing yet. Wait until , hunting season, blueberry season and camping season." The company he bought from had forewarned him so, like us, he plans to post his land. The low life here will be real happy about another "city slicker" keeping them off land they've always abused.

Brings a smile to my face.

Until he retires, they spend their vacation and sick time here. On this trip they discovered that the nursery stock 6' pines and maples they planted last year, had been pushed/pulled down. Rope and bungie cords were left behind, along with beer cans, of course.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

The previous night, I had tied orange flagging tape around 4' stakes and walked to the area where Harley Man's junk WAS stored on our land. You may recall our lot line runs through the 34' side of his outbuilding. Same idiot who hung Harley and Budweiser banners on the fence. Anyway, I'm out there hammering stakes in the ground to mark where I'll plant more trees. He's inside, with the windows open, cussing a blue streak about me "blocking" his view and still complaining that we installed pig fence.

I went home and told Sweetie, "I think we'll need to plant more trees back there."

Thursday, June 10, 2010

New Part Time Neighbor

Awhile ago 34 acres next door to us sold. About two months ago a driveway was cut into the property and we were blessed with four dump truck loads of free topsoil. We've been wondering when the guy would show up so we could welcome him to the neighborhood. Ha, ha.

This evening we drove by and saw a car, screen room and small travel trailer parked at the end of his drive. After visiting the DNR boat landing we turned into his drive.

No one around but the bonfire was going full blast.

I kid you not!!!!

If it creeps beyond the 3 foot diameter sand base we're toast. We've been over there twice since and still no one there. You know me, I got pissed and started kicking dirt on the fire. Sweetie joined in and watered it down ah naturally.

Maybe, maybe he'll get the hint. Our garden hose is aimed in the direction of his campground. I don't think I'll sleep well tonight.

Monday, June 7, 2010

A Visit From the DEQ

Handsome, polite man with a business card in his hand knocked on the door today.

Hello, I'm so and so from the Michigan DEQ, he said. Had a complaint that you were building a road across a wetland. I've already checked out the area and closed the file. Appears to me you were brushing your property line.

Sweetie and I smiled at him, at one another and said to ourselves: "The assholes are at it again."

Tomorrow, we'll keep working on our deck repair and bathroom remodel. No comments to any of the neighbors; no confrontations. Just add this little stunt to our notebook and bide our time.

One day the fencing will be finished; the gates will be installed and locked; the solar lights and game cameras will be positioned and the entire 1320 feet will be brushed.

And one or more of these dumb asses is gonna screw up big time.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Rain, Paperwork and Confusion

We're getting a good soaker here today which means another delay in our bathroom remodel project. So I made a pot of chili and curled up on the sofa to read.

A few minutes later Sweetie arrives from the doctor's office where he had his stitches removed. He gave Dad a huge stack of mail from his Post Office box and the fun began. Rather Dad's confusion did.

He made his usual comments about all the solicitations and junk mail and then took out his check book and started writing. I decided to move to the table and offer to help write out checks. Good thing I did as he'd made out one to Direct TV and was looking for the envelope. He had received one of their huge postcard advertisements, not a bill.

Things deteriorated from there as he insisted on sending a "change of address" to every envelope that he received with a yellow mail forwarding sticker. Try as we might we couldn't convince him that his change of address had been filed and these bills had just crossed in the mail. When my youngest sister called he sat in his chair to talk to her and I sorted through everything, stuffed checks in envelopes, stamped them all, attached his address labels. When he completed his call I showed him the stack of mail and said I'd walk to the mailbox with it. One bill was mailed while six stamped were wasted and the junk mail was stuffed in my pocket.

Later, I gathered up the garbage cans to dump them all in the kitchen can. Heard a rattle in his can and discovered he'd thrown away a bottle of pills! Now we have to figure out how to keep him from gathering up the garbage or go through it again once it's in the large cans in the garage. When he takes his nap we're going through his pill minder and his pill bag.

Next I called his doctor's office to change an appointment due to his up comping trip to see his sister. I was told he'd called them yesterday and cancelled all upcoming visits and said he didn't need a doctor anymore.

According to the calendar where all his appointments are listed, one appointment was for his pacemaker check via the phone line. I called them to see if he'd cancelled that and was told he'd called but was so confused he hung up. Good thing I called them too because instead of a phone line appointment he has his annual checkup in Marquette on June 9th.

No wonder I'm feel like I've been through the mill today!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Dad's Been On the Phone

He's had phone-itis today and no matter who he calls he always asks: "Say, do you need any toilet paper?"

After the third call I said we don't want the whole Upper Peninsula coming to our house in search of TP. He said, "Don't worry, most of them will starve before they get here."

Hmmm.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Water Witching, TP and Other Provisions

The guy we bought the motor home from has offered to water witch our land for a spring. We'd told him about installing a cedar fence post and hitting water one foot down. I dug deeper and the water was flowing up as fast as I stuck the post hole digger in the ground. The hole became a sloppy mess and the fence post wound up two and a half feet down - for now. When our locates a spring closer to the house we'll install a hand pump and use if for emergencies and watering the garden. Two springs within two miles of here were plugged off by the health department after neighbors complained of people littering in the area. Unfortunate that bad behavior spoils a clean water source for others, especially campers in the area.

On today's cemetery tour we stopped at Walmart. I hate the place but took advantage of some sales and Dad picked out flowers for his girlfriend's grave. Seems hard to believe she's been gone since 1996. On the way to her gravesite we stopped at a yard sale. Can you believe there were packages of TP stacked on a table? The lady running the sale was cleaning out her late mom's little house. Her mom had lived through the Depression and been a pack rat - especially with TP, tinfoil and paper bags. All the tinfoil was gone; few people were interested in paper bags, except to carry other trinkets home; and most of the TP was still there. Fifty cents a 4-roll pack for any variety.

My Dad owns a Ford SUV and you can bet that thing was packed with TP. Dad is still shaking his head. When paying for the stuff I told the woman how surprised to find any TP left. She shook her head and said, "everyone says they don't have room to store it or they only buy a certain brand." She wasn't taking it home because she had flown in from California. Today I spent $16 for 32 four-roll packages!!!!

Next we stopped at a senior high rise so Dad could pick up something from a friend. Lucky thing I entered the building with him. At the entrance we met the younger sister of an acquaintance who was buried Saturday. His sister was there cleaning out his apartment before June 1st. She had a box of groceries in her arm so I held the door and asked if she needed any help.

"Yeah, I need to find someone to take all this food," she said. Four boxes and six bags later I had those in the car too. Poor Dad had to hold three bags on the way home!

This single mom has a son with three children who I would assume the groceries would go to. I also wondered if she offered any to the seniors in the building. When I told Sweetie about this Dad said he'd overheard her telling someone that her holiday weekend had been "spoiled by a funeral and moving her brother's stuff."

Her brother was a lifelong bachelor who seems to have favored a limited diet. I have enough ketsup, mustard, canned potatoes, baked beans, oatmeal, syrup, Dinty Moore beef stew, saltine crackers, sardines, tuna fish and various soups to last a couple years.

Nearly everything I picked up today is still in his car so I'd best get busy! Have a great Memorial Day. Treesong

Sunday, May 30, 2010

When You Wake Up Tomorrow...

Just imagine that instead of winding down from the holiday weekend you hear that banks will remain closed "until further notice." While trying to wrap your brain around that news the neighbor knocks on the door and says: "Did you hear there are long lines at the gas stations?" While speaking to the neighbor your phone rings. You answer and are told not to come into work Tuesday. The plant or store or office has closed.

As you collapse into your favorite chair the sky turns dark and a fine ash begins to decend from the sky. An Icelandic volcano has erupted. You didn't hear about it because you were sunbathing at the beach all weekend and there was no cell reception.

What I want to know is how would you be affected?

Yeah, maybe all these things won't rock your world at once. But what if two or three or even one did?

Saturday, May 29, 2010

"We're Too Far Removed..."

Overheard in the grocery store yesterday: "Isn't that oil spill business a scary situation?"

"Oh, we're too far removed from it for it to affect us."

I wanted to walk between the tomato and banana displays and cuff that nit wit. But, what's the point? I'd be talking to another person who resides in La, La Land. So, I pushed my cart toward the back of the store while muttering "What a clueless dim wit."

IMO there's very little in this world that doesn't affect us sooner or later. Thanks to globalization, break neck consumption and out sourcing to foreign countries today's existence is a giant web. Loosen the string in one place and the whole thing begins to unravel.

The woman's remark reminded me of those who believe Michigan's Upper Peninsula is "insulated" from the rest of the world. Another myth.

True some maps forget to include the U.P. But everything in this world is dependent on oil. Everything. You may garden and save seeds from last year but, I'll bet you used a tiller to plow your garden. The tiller takes the same fuel that was used to manufacture and deliver it to your local dealership. That store heats and cools its building with fuel and - if you're like most Americans - your vehicle used fuel to take you to the store. Take things a bit further and you must realize that the car is made of parts manufactured using fuel, as are your clothes, the razor you used this morning, the makeup you probably wear, the food you ate and the pavement you drove on to pick up your tiller. Unless you ordered it in which case you still didn't avoid fuel.

What appears simplistic - planting a seed in the ground - is connected to more complex systems. Even when you harvest your crop, you'll likely use electricity or propane to process/cook what you harvested. The implements you use to complete these tasks required fuel to make them, as did the soap suds you wash them with, the towel you dry them with and the cupboards you place them in.

And therein lies the problem. We fail to see the connections/consequences of our daily actions. The attitude in this country is: "as long as I get my (food, clothes, shelter, heat, entertainment) I'm not going to worry. It's somebody elses problem."

Reminds me of the dumb ass neighbors behind us. As long as they could dump, hunt, poach, party, or store their things on our land, they were not affected. When we installed a fence their use of our land ended. From their perspective we've changed their whole world.

I drove home yesterday along the Portage Canal which flows between Houghton and Hancock. I couldn't help but wonder how that dim wit would feel if a red slick covered the water, the beaches were closed and Peterson's Fish Market closed down.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Skin Cancer, Projects and Time Out

We returned home last night from Sweetie's dermatology appointment in DePere, WI. While there, he showed the doctor a new spot on his arm and soon a dime sized chunk was removed for biopsy. Next week we'll here if it's melanoma. The poor man's face looks like he's been in another bar room brawl but the clinic's lab report claims they "got it all."

We'd checked out of our motel at 7 a.m. and his appointment was for 7:50. I spent four hours in the clinic's waiting room, occasionally being called into the procedure room. Afterward we had to fill a prescription and headed for home. Two miles down the expressway Sweetie looked at the gas gauge and said WTF? Our fuel light had come on. Sometime while parked next to the front door of the motel a half tank of gas was siphoned. One week ago while in Marquette, he replaced the damaged locking gas cap with a spare regular gas cap we carry in the trunk. Lesson learned: keep a spare locking gas cap in each vehicle.

Today he's picking up lumber for our remodeling project and I'm cleaning house. Dad was hear for nearly two days alone. Thankfully everything went well and the cats and dog kept him company. No one in the family bothered to come by and check on him or call. Surprise, surprise.

Weather permitting we'll work on projects all weekend. Monday Dad and I are touring family and friends' graves. Sweetie wants to stay home alone. It's the anniversary of his youngest son's death in a Memorial Day car wreck.

The neighbor who decorated our fence is slowly tearing the addition to his shed off the backside. Sweetie says we'll stop by next week with fence posts and install a few to "encourage" him to continue picking up the mess. The man's grandson has been in trouble yet again and been bailed out of jail. He's a walking powder keg so we're crossing our fingers that there won't be any trouble here this holiday weekend.

We toured lots of side roads on our way to DePere. Some beautiful country and well kept farms and all I could think of was: I wonder how far in debt they are and could anyone but a corporation afford to buy one today?

Well, Dad just got up so I'll fix him breakfast. Have a great weekend. Treesong