Eat, Sleep, Read

Eat, Sleep, and Read, That's what I want to do. I'm very tired today and would love to eat, sleep and read all day.

Can't do that, have to keep packing and getting ready to move into the camp trailer.

One of the first things I have moved into the trailer are the books I plan to read.

Maybe it's the weather. It has felt more like winter then June lately. We have had lots of cool, damp weather and even a snow storm that squashed down our hay fields. Hopefully they pop back up so we can cut them.

O.K. time to get going. Perhaps a jolt of caffeine will do the trick.

Summer Lunch with Mom

One of my favorite childhood memories was lunch at home with Mom on Summer days.

We would have tuna fish sandwich's, with dill pickles and mayo. Mom liked hers with strawberry jam. She always drank a Pepsi with her sandwich and if I was lucky I got a sip of the sweet bubbly drink. Us kids drank Koolaid, because pop isn't good for young growing bodies.

Back in those days we got most of our work done in the mornings, so after lunch we had the afternoon stretched out in front of us to pursue our pleasures, reading, drawing, writing, exploring and playing with siblings.

"Those where the Good old Days"

Turn The Page Tuesday- A Mending at the Edge

This is the one and only book I've read this month, but it was a good one. "A Mending at the Edge" Jane Kirkpatrick's final novel in her change and cherish series.

Jane lives in Oregon and writes books based on real women of history in Oregon. She is one of my favorite authors.

"Of all the things I left in Willapa, hope is what I missed the most." so begins this story of one woman's restoration from personal grief to the meaning of community. Based on the life of German-American Emma Wagner Giesy, the only woman sent to the Oregon Territory in the 1850's to help found a communal society, award-winning author Jane Kirkpatrick shows how landscape, relationships, spirituality and artistry poignantly reflect a woman's desire to weave a unique and meaningful legacy from the threads of an ordinary life. While set in the historical past, it's a story for our own time answering the question; Can threads of an isolated life weave a legacy of purpose in community?"

I bet if you read a Jane Kirkpatrick book you will become hooked on her writing's and have to read every novel just as I have.

Sunday Stills-Power Lines

This weeks Sunday Stills has got me thinking about power lines and how we are always trying to crop them out of our photo's and paintings.

Why not make them part of the art?

Now a days they are our life line, what keeps us connected and our modern world functioning, even with our wireless technology, we still need somewhere to plug in the batteries.

Perhaps in a futuristic world power lines will become obsolete. They could go the way of the steam engine and telegraph poles. People will gaze upon them and say to their grandchildren, "Back in my day power poles dotted our landscape."

Home Sweet Home

This will be our new home the middle of June.

We changed one of the tires before we brought it home, but look what happened to this one driving down the highway. We had to replace all four tires.

This trailer was built in 2005 and was never used. It was one of the Fema trailers and wasn't built very well.

At home we filled the water tank and low and behold there was a big leak. That is fixed now and a few other repairs.

It is cute on the inside and almost ready for me to start moving in.

Buffalo Gals

"Buffalo Gals won't you come out tonight.

Come out tonight

Come out tonight

Come out tonight

Buffalo Gals won't you come out tonight,

And dance by the light of the moon?"

We went to North Dakota for Memorial day weekend. It was so pretty with the green grass and blue lake. There are ponds everywhere from the deep snow they had this winter. It filled any low spot with water.

Willie lit a bonfire and everyone practiced toasting the perfect marshmallow.

The soil there is as black as coal. It's amazing! Everything grows with out being watered.Of coarse they get allot more moisture then we do in Wyoming. It rained hard Sunday night and Monday morning, so we where slip sliding away, trying to get through the mud and out to the pavement on the way home.

Civil War Reenactment

The Powell eighth grade class performed a Civil war reenactment today.
They did the battle of Gettysburg.
The drums rolled and the battle was on. The smoke rose. The cannon's and artillery's fired and many men lost their lives.
President Lincoln in his tall black hat read the Gettysburg address.
A battle was fought and history was learned by all.
Thank goodness for teachers who step out of the box with imaginative ways to teach a class.

Do you remember any special ways you or your children have been taught?