Be a Rock for a few Minutes

You're a rock. You're just sitting in a creek bed, minding your own business. You're feeling pretty good, 'cause it's warmed up enough today to melt some of the ice frozen around your toes. A boy comes by. At first, he walks right over you, but then he turns and picks you up. He doesn't pick up your best buddy that is right there beside you--you always thought you were better lookin'.

The boy takes you back across the creek and puts you on a pallet. It's warm on that wood. Feels good. Pretty soon you're taking your first tractor ride, heading for the front porch of the house up on the hill. Do you think you'd rather be back in the stream bed, or mortared into the base of the front porch. Hmmmmm.

Think about it for a few minutes.

Picked up rocks today for the front porch. A lot of time to think when one spends the afternoon picking up rocks from the creek with his dog.

Madison County News

From the local paper.

A woman called 911 and advised that she and a male subject had been in a fight. The male subject, who sounded intoxicated to the dispatcher, got on the phone and said he was going to get on his horse and take off. After calling back, the male subject told the dispatcher that there had been a fight, but that he couldn't remember what it was about. He said that the female went to "whoop up" on him, and that he then slapped her around. He then advised that she was going to bed, and that if he could catch the horse that he was going to "ride it away for the night."

And we wonder why Arkansas has a less than average reputation in the eyes of folks from some other places.

Rock Work

Many thanks to Lisa and Zack who got me a camera for Christmas. (Tyler's carhart cap is coming in handy too, as it's cold out there.)

Just before Christmas we poured the footings and they started the rock work around the front porch. Therese, Tyler and I collected the rock from around the farm. Some of it from stream beds, some from old rock fences that had fallen down, and some from piles of unexplained origin. Lots of rock here in Arkansas. Here is progress, so far.

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Stinker

I was working in the living room yesterday, and I kept smelling poo. Smelled like someone must have come into the house to do his/her business. Looked around and didn't find anything. Then the smell whent away. Then it was back. I looked down and there was Sammy, the stinker. He had wallowed in someone's poo. I suspect that, just to Sam's delight, a worker out here didn't know there was a toilet down the hill. Let me tell you we had quite a bath. Kinda reminded me of changing a few of the kid's diapers. Yuck.

Roof and Windows & my Christmas list

The metal roof is on, and the windows are installed. The plumbers are here running pipes, and the heating and air guys ran the duct work a couple of weeks ago.

I've not been posting pictures for a while because I've broken my second camera. The one that kinda works has a battery issue. It runs down after about 20 minutes... a real pain. Sooo, I've asked Santa for a new camera!

Brackets & Eaves

It's been a nice week and the framers got most of the most of the eaves and brackets put up. They make the outside of the house look much more complete.

Paint Weekend

This weekend Therese, Larry and I painted brackets and boards that will go up under the eaves. The picutes make it look like on Therese is working, but Larry and I did do som painting too. We really did. Yes siree. Really.