Karbon Kounty Moos

08 April 1952 - 28 March 2006

I know your life
Sometimes was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren’t afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain

Go rest high on that mountain
Allan, your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin’
Love for the Father and Son

Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We’ll gather round your grave to grieve
I wish I could see the angels’ faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing

Go rest high on that mountain
Allan, your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin’
Love for the Father and Son

(lyrics “borrowed” from Vince Gill)

Yesterday, the Sugar Beet Baron, the dogs and myself camped out in the bedroom. We had some new flooring installed, and we left the crew to their own devices. It looks wonderful. Now everything is covered with a fine coat of dust. If you’ve been here - you know that it usually is dust covered - but there’s never been anything fine about it before. I’m also still searching for things. . .

While I was out this morning with the dogs I took some photos.
I like these in sepia:

Two of a kind

The Truck Stopped Here

Steers Ears

I don’t have much to say today, just thought that I’d share some photos:

1. Ty, 2. About to cross the creek, 3.Getting there, 4. Birds of La Mancha, 5. At the Top, 6.Windy on Top, 7. “Hiya, Teeter.”, 8. I’ve Looked at Clouds From Both Sides Now, 9.So much for staying still for me, 10. Got it now, 11. Poor Pup, 12. Feeding the Horses, 13. Blue Sky, Red Rock, 14. “So, I’m a little warped.”, 15. Familiar scene, 16. Zoomed, 17. Dry, but what a sky!, 18. Lucky - protector of snacks, 19. Bit of a Breeze, 20. Don’t Fence Me In, 21. Early evening sun, 22. Heading Down, 23. Pilot and Index Peak - Closer, 24. Nasty Dog, 25. “Don’t look at her.”

Created with fd’s Flickr Toys.

It is only through the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery

You’ve long been on the open road,
You’ve been sleeping in the rain,
From dirty words and muddy cells
Your clothes are smeared and stained,
But the dirty words and muddy cells
Will soon be hid in shame
So only stop to rest yourself
Till you are off again

So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while,
Your feet are hot and weary,
from a dusty mile,
And maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try,
I’m just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eye.

So tell me of the ones you saw
As far as you could see
Across the plain from field to town
A-marching to be free
And of the rusted prison gates
That tumbled by degree
Like laughing children, one by one,
They look like you and me

So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while,
Your feet are hot and weary,
from a dusty mile,
And maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try,
I’m just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eye.

I know you are no stranger down
The crooked rainbow trails
From dancing cliff-edged shattered sills
Of slandered, shackled jails
For the voices drift up from below
As the walls they’re being scaled
Yes, all of this, and more, my friend,
Your song shall not be failed.

So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while,
Your feet are hot and weary,
from a dusty mile,
And maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try,
I’m just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eye.

Yes, you’ve long been on the open road
You’ve been sleeping in the rain
From dirty words and muddy cells
Your clothes are smeared and stained
But the dirty words, the muddy cells,
They’ll soon be judged insane
So only stop to rest yourself
’til you are off again.

So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while,
Your feet are hot and weary,
from a dusty mile,
And maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try,
I’m just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eye.

Words (and music) by Eric Andersen

There’s a storm across the valley
Clouds are rollin’ in
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders
There’s a truck out on the four lane
A mile or more away
The whinin’ of his wheels just makes it colder
He’s an hour away from riding
On your prayers up in the sky
And ten days on the road are barely gone
There’s a fire softly burning
Supper’s on the stove
There’s a light in your eyes that makes him warm
Hey it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm

Feels like a long lost friend.
Yes and hey it’s good to be back home again
After all the news to tell him
How’d you spent your time?
And what’s the latest thing the neighbors say?
And your mother called last friday?
‘Sunshine’ made her cry
And you felt the baby move just yesterday
Hey it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm
Feels like a long lost friend.
Yes and hey it’s good to be back home again. . .

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We were back in the hospital again -
but now we’re home.