Happy Mother’s Day Everyone!
I have had an extremely busy week, this past week. Please accept my apologies for not commenting on your blogs and for not answering your comments to me. I hope to be much more organized this coming week!
I hope your Sunday is just outstanding!
Your Friend,
Linda
The mornings are cold and so are the nights! Mom told Boomer and I we HAD to sleep inside for a couple of nights. I didn’t want too, but after we got in a settled down I was glad.
Boomer LOVES sleeping inside. 
He wades up in the blankets and never moves again until Mom gets up at 5:30.
(Sam the Cat likes to go outside in the daytime and sleep in one of the old cars with the sun beating through the windows.)
Monkey doesn’t like to leave the house unless Mom makes her. So I won’t write about her today.
So, hummmmmm, well let’s see.
Yesterday the youngest tyke was with us all day…we, Mom, Tallen, Boomer and I, all walked up to the top of one field and started getting the siphon tubes ready. Then that afternoon Linkin and Tallen, Mom, and I (Boomer ran off to see what was going on in the back 40) worked on the other siphon ditch laying out the siphons.
We start water at 8:30 this morning. Misty and Mom and Tallen and Boomer, Hank and I will clean the ditches of all the trash as Dad sets up the rows. This is big…I mean BIG…HUGE job and will take us most of the morning.
I’m READY!
Talk to you later!
Fuzzy
P.S. Mom wanted me to tell you the apricot trees themselves were not killed just the FRUIT on the trees. She thinks she didn’t say that right yesterday!
Well, Dad is back from doing something and Mom is telling me to hurry so we are off!
Fuzzy
Since Dad is going to shrink the corrals and then expand the hay stack yard Dad decided the old granary had to either be torn down or moved.
Early yesterday morning…by first light…we all trouped out to the back of the farm yard to look at what Dad is interested in doing.
We all looked into the granary and then looked around the granary…Fuzzy and I were a little concerned because this is where our two ground squirrels like to live, Under the Granary.
Sam the cat went with us also. He crawled here and there all over the corrals and in the granary.
Boomer and I just went in and sniffed around and looked at all the cool stuff Mom and Dad had stored in there.
Back in the house we all ate breakfast and I heard Mom say…Let’s Move it!
So right after breakfast we all trouped back out to see where to move it too!
Mom says she wants it some place where she can get to it and work on the repairs.
So we all walked down the feed bunk road to the end of the corrals to look things over. Then we went into the corrals and over to the new shed to see if it would fit there, then we walked back to the end of the corrals.
Mom said she really like it at the end of the corrals…Dad looked and looked and then agreed.
Now the fun part started.
First the old corrals had to be removed, and then part of the old feed bunks, and then Dad went and got the tractor.
This was really exciting!
Boomer and were told to get out of the way a couple of times because we were really interested in being part of this whole process!
After we got it there Mom pronounced, “Perfect!”
It was a good morning’s work.
Then Mom went back in to fix lunch and Boomer and I decided it was a good time to take a nap!
Fuzzy
Sunday’s can be long, long, long..so we have taken to doing something as a family…
after many different things
we settled on bowling
We don’t try to out-do each other —that is how Linkin and I think, anyway…but the others sure get competitive 🙂
Afterwards they all come to our house for supper. Sure is a fun afternoon!
Linda
Yesterday was my birthday…I’m now 64 years old.
It always surprises me that I made it to anywhere after 50. I don’t know why it does, but it does.
I can remember sitting in my desk in the first grade of school, the teacher, Miss Mable Howard, was talking about the 20th century ending and the 21st century beginning…I remember thinking that none of that makes any sense at all.
Then she talked about the year 2000, you have to do the math, but this was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in 1955, the year 2000 was sooooo farrrrrr away that I couldn’t even get it to come into focus. Since it was so far away I decided that I would make it to the age of 50, which was really, really, ancient and just let everything else take care of itself.
As the years progressed I would think about that little girl so long ago deciding to be fifty and then let every thing else just happen as it would. Fifty seems like a real nice number, way back when. It still does.
When I was fifty I lost my best friend/sister, my beloved Grandmother, and both my parents. Strangely my life did end at the age of fifty. Every year after fifty has been a surprise and a gift. A year to treasure and be thankful for. I am not sick, nor do I have beloved family or friends ill, what I have is a new year that my little 6 year old mind could not comprehend in 1955.
A gift of life.
Many of you have emailed me birthday wishes, which adds richly to my birthday. My children and my grandchildren and my step-grandchildren have widened my life to a whole of completeness. I have become the matriarch of our family, which still seems like an odd thing, but also a blessing.
Really, life is truly a circle and one we all get to rejoice in.
This is me in 1951! What a hoot!
Thank you each and everyone of you for helping enrich my daily world.
Linda
Your Magic THOUGHTS WORKED!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
Fuzzy is home“`!!!
I’m so very happy!
He still doesn’t want to play much. He slept all afternoon and night, except when we went for a walk. Mom says we all have to do our ‘business’ outside, that’s the rule.
Fuzzy wanted to go with us, but he didn’t go far. Just Mom and I went far.
He has this funny coat on and it makes him breathe hard. I tried to tell Mom that Fuzzy’s coat is too tight.
Fuzzy talks to Mom all the time about how he is feeling.
Fuzzy never talks; I do all the talking, but now Fuzzy sort of whines and groans and looks at Mom…PLEASE HELP me he says. Mom sits by Fuzzy and pets and pets and pets him until he goes back to sleep.
NOW THAT starts to upset me, so I weasel my way in under her arm and make her pet me also. But if I try to get between her and Fuzzy, Mom says: “Boomer, that’s enough! Sometimes life isn’t about Boomer, sometimes it’s about Fuzzy!”
“HUH!!!”
“WHA”!
“Well I know that`!`! It’s just, geez, Fuzzy is getting ALL THE PETTINGS!!
So I go over and lay on Dad’s feet. Humph.
This morning Fuzzy felt well enough to go do the chores down at Shannon’s house, and to eat and drink a little something. But he is sleeping now as he had to have some pain medicine. I think life is really boring if Fuzzy is not up and doing something with me so I think I’ll go to sleep
Now
YAWN
Boomer
Mom said it was time—I didn’t believe her so I pretended that I didn’t hear—then she said—“Come on Fuzzy, it’s TIME!”
So Boomer and I had to go!
And it was EARLY IN THE DAY!
I mean, like really early. 9:00 in the morning!
Well, too early for me for what we had to go do!
Shudder, shudder, tremble, and shake!
Of course Boomer didn’t have any trouble with going.
He never does!
Just the word GO gets his attention and he is ready.
I’m usually that way, but I just had this feeling this time that Mom was up to something.
I pretended not to hear her.
Finally, I came and we went.
Yep! I was right!
We had to go GET A BATH!!!!
I HATE BATHS!!!!
I HATE BEING AWAY FROM MOM!
I don’t cry or bark or try to bite, I just shiver and shake until Mom shows back up.
Now Boomer, Heck He Enjoys The Whole Experience….the drive there, the new smells, talking to the other dogs, rolling in the water and getting shampooed, his ears cleaned, the doggie blow-dryer, the WHOLE EXPERIENCE!!!
Now me…I LOVE when MOM comes. I then whine and bark little happy yippy barks and RUN to the truck!!
When it comes to going HOME from the GROOMERS I’m first to the truck, you can bet you it!
Fuzzy
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 