Sunday, September 28, 2008

There's a Feeling In The Air

There's a Feeling In The Air

Well, there's a feeling in the air
Just like a Friday afternoon.
Yeah, you can go there if you want
Though it fades too soon.

So go on, let it be.
If there's a feeling coming over me,
Seems like it's always understood this time of year.

I don't know why but these lyrics from the Better Than Ezra song This Time of Year keep running through my head but they are.

It's fall - officially of course as of 9/21 but also spiritually and psychologically and emotionally. I don't know if it's the cooler weather or the shorter days or the fact that my poison ivy is finally, finally gone (it only took 1 shot, 6 days of heavy steroids, half a dozen Benadryl and half a bottle of calamine) but it's defniitely fall.

Maybe it's the fact that I wore my first sweater the other day, or jeans for the first time in months. Maybe it's the fact that it's dark by 7:30pm. Or the fact that my cat is getting fat again. I don't know what it is but it's definitely fall.

And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your...

Monday, September 22, 2008

Welcome Back Peanut!

It had to be over a month ago that Peanut suddenly stopped eating apple and oat treats. At first I thought it was a phase because every once and a while the goats get finicky about the treats - I don't know if they smell funny or taste bad - but at one time or another all of the goats have spit out a treat or two. But with Peanut, it got to be a chronic problem. Every night I'd go to give him a treat, and every night he'd spit it out. It didn't help that Elvis would butt at him but one night I even got him alone in a stall and he still wouldn't take it. So I simply stopped trying to give him treats.

I don't know why but for some reason tonight I thought I'd try again. I took a small piece of a treat and held out it for Peanut after I had fed everyone else. When Elvis came to interrupt, I held him back by the collar. Peanut took the treat, put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed! I don't know why but I was ecstatic. I tried again with another little piece - he took it as well and didn't spit it out!

I don't know what he'll do tomorrow night, but all I can say I was happy to see my Peanut back.

And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your...

Saturday, September 13, 2008

It's Actually Pretty Easy Being Green

I'll admit it, I am not the most environmentally-minded girl in the world. I never saw An Inconvenient Truth. I still use Lysol to lean my kitchen instead of some product with fewer chemicals. And I have never been one to recycle - that is, until now.

Recycling where I live is a choice (as opposed to being mandatory like up in Ulster County where trash and recycling rules are so draconian it's enough to make your head spin), and being outside the city limits (i.e. I don't have anyone picking up my trash so dump runs are something I have to plan for in the course of my week) it's not a choice I have made. Oh sure - when we have a lot of boxes I'll separate them out and recycle but everything else I sort of ignore.

I should also note that I am kind of neurotic about my trash (given that I am neurotic about everything this shouldn't surprise any of you). Ever since we had our visit from Pepe Le Pew I have been very careful to keep all of our trash in bins with lids. The problem is, half of our trash is perishable, while the other half is not, and at the rate we produce non-perishable trash (empty bottles and cans, junk mail, magazines and newspapers etc.) we've been generating a full bag of trash a day. That's a lot. And we only have 2 lidded trash cans which means by Day 4 we are full up. It's less of an issue in the winter, but when it's summertime and 90+ degrees - it can be rather unpleasant.

So last weekend when we had a house full of guests and were going through even more water, soda and beer then usual, I started recycling. I started stacking empty water bottles on the counter in the kitchen. I'd rinse the cans and line them up next to the bottles. And every time I went outside, I'd toss the bottles and can into the one unlidded trash can we have. It was genius! Instead of taking the trash out every day, we started going 2 - even 3 days before we had to change a bag.

And while it took a little longer to sort through everything before heading to the dump and also at the dump getting everything distributed in its proper bin, a) I was less stressed about the trash in general because I knew we had plenty of room in our 2 lidded bins for whatever perishable trash we did generate and b) it felt really good being environmentally conscious.

Next stop on the Green Train? COMPOST!

And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your...

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Seven Years Later

I guess I have been faced with bloggers-block as of late. I just haven't felt that inspired by anything...not farm life...not life in NC...not the impending season change (although will it please hurry up and get cold so all of the poison ivy/oak/sumac on my property and everywhere else dies? I had to get a shot today - a SHOT PEOPLE - just to deal with the mess that is eating up the back of my left leg).

I was thinking that today might inspire being September 11th and all. But I had the opposite reaction. I stayed as disconnected from "9/11" as possible. It wasn't a conscious choice I don't think...I don't even really know. But I didn't turn on the news at all today. I avoided coverage. And I am not sure if it's because it was 7 years later and I was just too far removed...or if it's because it was 7 years later and I was still too close.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

A Real Country Girl Saturday

So I sort of cheated just a little yesterday in that I ended my post by saying I had to go to the farm supply and buy all sorts of farm girl items just because a post on Mark Paul Gosselear isn't actually "country" and I wanted to try and stay a little bit on topic but the truth was I'd been thinking about going to the farm supply and had in fact made a list of all the items I actually needed so it was sort of a half truth - half lie...

Anyways...drove up to Duan Farm Supply in Maiden this morning and stocked up on all things farm-related: 2 bales of straw, 5 bags of shaving, 2 bags of whole corn, 1 bag of apple and oat treats, 2 mineral blocks, a new pitchfork (with smaller, tighter tines so that I don't lose so many shavings when I am mucking Dixie's stall), and a can of wasp/hornet killer since I used up our entire other can demolishing nest after nest that has sprung up in the barn the last few weeks.

Got back home and of course it's never easy driving the truck down to the barn because you have to open the big gate and Dixie and Lucky both have a tendency to want to be wherever we are which means they are liable to escape unless we have them locked up - which I didn't - so there was lots of running around trying to get them secure so Marty could drive into the pasture.

Then the next 90 minutes were spent working my tail off - Dixie's stall got a thorough cleaning with my new pitchfork (which someone told me is called an apple picker) and then I spread 2 bags of fresh shavings. I had to spread straw in the other two stalls as well as under the picnic table and extra straw went into the hay feeder (where I discovered yet another wasp's nest - you've got to be kidding me!).

There was sweeping to be done and water to be changed and feed to be put up...

I haven't had such a farm day since the day I stripped Dixie's stall.

And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your...

Friday, September 05, 2008

Delinquent...I Know

Ok - so I have been the most delinquent blogger ever - I know. No excuses. I promise my return to the Blogosphere this weekend will be well worth the wait. In the meantime, the only thing I seem to feel like commenting on is the fact that Mark Paul Gosselar went from sandy-haired, mischevious, California dude on my favorite morning TV show ever - Saved By the Bell - to this...

Thank you Fug Girls for putting it into such perfect words.

Now I am off to Duan Farm Supply because I need shavings, straw, corn, apple & oat treats, mineral blocks, an "apple picker," and wasp/hornet spray.

And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your...