This will be our first Christmas at the ranch. The wife will be driving up after her last day of school on the 22nd. She will stay through the first of the year. I just hope the kid doesn’t burn down our house while we’re away.
It has been a year of ups and downs, and I’m sure I speak for all of you as well as our family. This will be the first Christmas in my 60 years without Pop.
Some of the dancers remind me of the Petula Clark video I posted the other day.
3 years ago
Merry Christmas everyone
It’s been fun, and time to return to the ranch. I just have this thing about leaving the place unattended, even though I have a neighbor that collects mail and keeps an eye out, and the yard man comes in too.
I do miss full blown internet, and postings to this blog will decrease. I do have a few extra that I have written already, but only for a couple days.
With the onset of winter, the biggest worry are exposed water lines. All the lines I have are covered and strapped with foam insulation.
Before I left, I noticed the heating unit in the bedroom side of the house was not working properly. I packed a portable electric heater for my trip back. Maybe time to figure out the woodstove, and fire it up.
The yard man cut down a huge oak tree that was threatening to fall on the bunkhouse. In doing so, a large branch fell onto the bunkhouse porch, and busted part of the roof and the rain gutter.
There is a stack of logs as big as a Volkswagen so far. The remaining two trunks have enough wood to actually cut lumber from it. These will all have to ‘season’ for a year before their trip to the woodbox.
The bunkhouse had a problem with the circuit breaker that kept the lighting. It would just pop without even a load on it. The work shop and store room also run off the breaker box for the bunkhouse, and I unplugged a non working florescent lamp, and the lights came on.
There are many large chunks of leftover trees from previous tree cuttings; some stumps large enough that in enough numbers, could be used as barrier to keep vehicles off the property. With a chainsaw, I could cut those up for firewood as well. As I said, there’s a lot of them.
The yard guy cleaned out the dead grass in the stump field. Perfect rattlesnake hiding places. Pop said he never saw one, but added that that doesn’t mean they’re not around.
I still would very much like to purchase a large tiller and work on the 2500 sq foot cornfield/watermelon patch during the winter. I wait for the opportunity to arrive (or my ship to come in).
I read recently that cola drinks are useful to add to a garden to speed up the composting process. You may remember I wrote a post about adding diluted molasses to the garden, which increases microbial activity beneath the surface; also keeping ants away. Worms are probably a good idea as well, I just am not sure if I can keep feeding them as they are voracious eaters.
The Direct TV contract is up in March for the house on the border. I am considering getting satellite internet for the ranch, and “cutting the cable”.
Before I know it, I figure I will be too busy day in and day out to sit on my ass in front of the 73″ television.
I also have a full blown chicken coop. Totally self-contained, with water and power in its own fenced yard. I just know nothing about them…although I have been reading a little. Pop said he looked into the coop last year, and it was rodent free as it was closed up tightly. We do have foxes, possums, raccoons, and skunks running around at night. Pop said that they eventually lost all their chickens because they got careless on closing up the coop at night, and the rodentia feasted.
The yard guy has begun to keep it mowed, apparently waiting for me to get something started out there.
I just heard the a/c kick on. Supposed to be 80 here today.
I’m heading north tomorrow.
I could hardly believe when I read that the EC will do a formal revote.
It seems to me that back in ’12, there was some controversy of voting fraud, but the dems said something like “what’re you gonna do about it?”
Now, here we are and the tables have turned, and the squeakiest wheels on the planet are getting all the grease.
Could we still get screwed?
Where has Swillary been since she got crushed in the official election?
All of a sudden, all these votes are popping up everywhere, and the dems are squawking about it.
Could a change in the EC vote switch the outcome of the election?
Could be time to bug out…again.
Back in the nineties, I had an opportunity to see The Alan Parsons Project in a small theater in downtown Denver. I still kick myself for passing it up.
San Antonio’s The Eagle 106.7 does not play any Alan Parsons, and they call themselves a classic rock station. Sheesh.
The Alan Parsons Project is where John Miles got his start… See if you remember any of these
This will be my last post raking San Antonio’s only Classic Rock station over the coals for falling short of their goal.
The station, its owners, and other stations under the control of said owners are rich liberals attempting to rewrite history, and mask the truth. Why? I do not know. But then, who the hell can understand the liberal’s thinking anyway?
All the videos on this page take a very long time to load, especially with a smart phone, and my return to the ranch is inevitable. I will curtail the video uploads sose I can still access my blog out in the boonies.
There are more important things going on that require finger pointing.
I am unable to copy and load youtube videos from my smart phone as the internet is too slow.
A special request from Tony Tsquared
The Atlanta Rhythm Section was one of the only bands that ever got down to way south Texas for a concert in the late seventies. I even had an ARS t-shirt.
When the band arrived and saw the venue at which they were to play, they turned around and left. All tickets were refunded.
Such was the life of rock and rollers in tip o’ Texas back in the day. No big name bands as there was no place big enough to suit them and ticket sales.
Nowadays, everybody shows up down here. ZZ Top, and Aerosmith come every year. X in his silent protest refuses to buy tickets now…except maybe if Floyd came to town.
We don’t hear Molly Hatchet on San Antonio’s The Eagle either…pity.