Archive for September, 2005

Corn Chopping

Monday, September 12th, 2005

It’s overcast and gloomy here this morning.
I thought this might brighten things up.
I love sunflowers.

Big Sky Sunflower

We’re preparing for corn chopping. Not that anything else is slowing down or stopping. We’re busy getting equipment ready. We did get the tubes, socks and gated pipe out of the fields. I need to get the kitchen stocked. We do stop at noon during corn harvest. I don’t run equipment for corn chopping. I’m usually around the place. Our equipment is old and tired, like us. Which means that I may have a few parts runs. But hopefully, I’ll be closer to the computer.

Blogging Has Been Pre-Empted

Friday, September 9th, 2005

It’s impossible to blog from here:

Ears in the Big Sky

I hope to return to our regularly scheduled blogging soon.

Miss you,
Karen

Unhappy Hermit Encounters Inordinate Amount of Knuckleheads

Tuesday, September 6th, 2005

Looking North at an island in the Clark's Fork

On Labor Day, my husband, his father and brother went out to build some fence. I was planning on getting a few things done here. I brought dinner out to the hills - eight miles away. I ate with them, but left soon after. Once home, I had half a hundred things that I needed to do. I thought that it would be nice to have the place to myself. Not counting all the pets that I’m entertaining.

Well, it seemed that everyone who could afford gas decided to drop by. Half of the hunters in the county came in the driveway, which excited the dogs. Then I’d have to stop whatever the heck it was I was doing. Go out, wrangle the dogs and answer questions regarding elk, deer and birds.

Next, a pickup with Wyoming plates pulled in. The driver was looking for my husband. He never introduced himself, but said that he was interested in the cat. I told him that our cat was not for sale - but my father-in-law’s might be. Then I gave him directions to Hollenbeck Draw. While this was going on, our bulk dealer pulled in with his fuel truck. The guys looking for the cat left. I visited with Dave for a while, got the bill (you don’t want to know), and directed him to the sweet corn patch.

Okay, what was I doing? Another hunter drove in. Another hunter called on the phone. Another pickup pulled in the yard. I was close to screaming. Then I noticed that it was friends from Billings. Who didn’t come empty handed. They brought peaches, pears, tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers. We went into the kitchen and I put coffee on. Side tracked again, but at least it was enjoyable. No one else showed up while my company was there, but as soon as they left it started all over again. I was able to post some photos to flickr - since I don’t have to sit at the computer waiting while the dialup does its slow trick.

The duo from Wyoming drove in again. Not only did he not find the guys, he asked someone else for directions and went on a wild goose chase. I was more than disgusted by then. After giving him the same exact clear directions that I had given him the first time, I said, “You never told me who you were.” When he told me that they had been on the place looking at the cat, I had to hold my temper. I will never understand people that think it’s okay to drive around on someone’s place. Would he have let me drive around his place? I asked him if he had heard about the cat from John at Powell Equipment. He said, “No, I was talking to the guy who sold it to you.” I told him that the D4 is not for sale. He didn’t seem to care, and took off again. Eight miles down the road he found the Baron and told him that he was interested in the cat. The Baron laughed. I give up. . . With a table full of fruits and vegetables I needed to get busy. I put the cukes in a brine.

This morning I made pickles.

Dutch Lunch Chips

Then I brought dinner out to the fencing crew of two. After eating, Lucky and I walked around. I took some photos. I heard that familiar buzz and called Lucky to me. She had startled the snake. She came right to me. I was glad that I didn’t have the pup with me. I didn’t have a stick, a shovel or a rock handy. But I did have the Optio. This was a small rattler, under a flat rock. It was an extremely angry thing. We left it alone.

Cropped Snake

As we walked back down, I noticed a white pickup parked just off the road. Not far from where I encountered the rattlesnake two weeks ago. I didn’t see anyone - that’s odd. There was a trio fishing by the bridge, but they had their vehicle near them. My pickup was further down the road. We continued down when I spotted the oblivious couple. Hmmmm. . . interesting place for some afternoon delight.

YAMBB at Fort Rockvale

Sunday, September 4th, 2005

Yes, yet another Montana Blogger Bash is in the works.

The Time: 7 P.M., Friday, 30 September 2005 ’til ?

The Place: Fort Rockvale - at the intersection of Highways 212 and 310. There’s a casino (where in Montana isn’t there?) and bar at Fort Rockvale, too. There’s also a ferris wheel and miniature golf course. As of today - they weren’t sure if there would be live music that night - but I will keep you updated.

The Point: To meet some people that you probably wouldn’t have met otherwise. To have something to eat. To have something to drink if you’re so inclined. To toss a few quarters in the machines - if that’s something you like to do. To ride a ferris wheel. To play miniature golf. To visit.

Commenters and lurkers are not only welcome, but encouraged.

This get together is not limited to bloggers.

Ed told us a bit about Fort Rockvale on this post:

Rocking at Rockvale by Ed Kemmick

In my travels I came across this:

Giant Man with Giant Rifle

Katrina’s Aftermath - What can we do?

Friday, September 2nd, 2005

Oh people, look around you
The signs are everywhere
You’ve left it for somebody other than you
To be the one to care
You’re lost inside your houses
There’s no time to find you now
Your walls are burning and your towers are turning
I’m going to leave you here and try to get down to the sea somehow

The road is filled with homeless souls
Every woman, child and man
Who have no idea where they will go
But they’ll help you if they can
Now everyone must have some thought
That’s going to pull them through somehow
Well the fires are raging hotter and hotter
But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water
I’ll get down to the sea somehow

Oh people, look among you
It’s there your hope must lie. . .

(Thanks to Jackson Browne for the lyrics)

What can I possibly add? A few minutes on the internet, TV or newspapers will tell you what you can do.

An Open Letter to the Kansas School Board

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

An alert friend of mine from Longuyland named Shannon sent me a link to a NY Times article this morning. I found it fascinating. I know that the Times only archives their articles for a few days before you have to pay for them. I have never paid for an online article, nor do I intend to start.

Even better than the article, is this link:

Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

Thank you Shannon!

Proving, once again, that you can learn something new every day.

No, I’m not on hiatus. . .

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

We’re working on second cutting hay and getting equipment ready for corn chopping. Oh, and did I mention cattle and irrigated acres? I haven’t had the time to think, let alone blog and visit. I miss it. . .

Evaporators, Sugar Beet Factory

Here’s an unused postcard by the Hugh C. Leighton Company. It is closely related to the card in this post.

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