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Another day in paradise
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Cindi    Posted 09-19-2003 at 07:29:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
I went out to take the kids to school....

(by the way miss prissy just gave me a dirty look when I drove by, no finger, and guess what.... she had ahold of little stinky britches hand! I saw a sheriff's deputy in the area, so I reckon my call did some good and he had a little chit chat with her)

......and discovered I had a new pond. Four inches or so puddled out in the middle of the NW pasture. I think I was doing pretty good to first of all realize that this was not normal, since we've had no rain in two weeks, and secondly to check it out and trace the source. I tried to tell myself we had a natural spring (yeah) but of course I traced it back to a busted pipe and found Bear the boar wandering loose in the NE pasture. Basta*d.

By the time I got back from town with more PVC fittings one of the mama pigs had busted her way in with him and they were going to town so I guess we'll have a new unplanned litter in a few months.

I finally got smart though. This time, I bought a stainless steel flat washer and jammed it down inside one of the new couplings. The hole in the washer is only a quarter inch so the next time one of those pipes gets busted it will trickle out in a quarter inch stream instead of a three quarter inch gush. At least that will save wear and tear on the well pump.

Got Bear back in with feed, got mama out the same way, got the repairs done, I'm sweaty and stinky and filthy and I ain't doin' nuthin' else for at least two hours.


RichZ    Posted 09-19-2003 at 07:55:22       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Ah, yes, the pleasures of farm living.

Well, at least you don't have to deal with frozen pipes in the winter, and having to carry buckets from the house to each stock tank for the critters, when it's 20 below zero, and you can't feel your face, hands or feet!!! I'll be doing that soon enough!!!

(I'm not complaining, I'm just trying to make you feel better!)

Face it, Cindi, we both would rather face the trials and tribulations of farm living rather than live any other way!!!

Cheer up, at least you didn't trip over the pipe and land face first in a pile of pig poop!!! It could always be worse!!!!

Rich


sven    Posted 09-19-2003 at 07:53:04       [Reply]  [No Email]
If there is one thing I despise, it's discovering a problem with the water system, it never happens when it's convenient. One thing for you to keep in mind, feel lucky to be living where it is warm, I have had to make repairs when the temperature was well below freezing, that was not fun.


Cindi    Posted 09-19-2003 at 11:24:10       [Reply]  [No Email]
I had a taste of cold and snow when I managed a ski lodge up in Big Bear and I have to tell you, you guys are both right. I wouldn't trade with you for any amount of money....well, maybe six figures, then I could hire someone to do all that totin' and packin' when it's cold.

But...with all this warmth we give up the beauty of changing seasons, which comes gradually where you are. Here it's like hot...then cold....then hot. I miss the smell of fall on the air for two or three weeks and the smell of a cold front moving in, and indian summers and the crackle of leaves under my feet, and rocks. I still miss rocks. I bet I couldn't find a rock on the entire thirty acres we live on if someone offered me five thousand dollars for it. I could find a ton of shark's teeth, and if I dig down deep enough, even some sea shells. But no rocks. Do you know what it like to have this entire rock library in your head and you can't share it with your kids?


RichZ    Posted 09-19-2003 at 12:42:23       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Gee, Cindi, if shipping costs weren't so much, I could send you lots of rocks!!!

I couldn't live in a place with no seasons. I love summer best, but the change of the seasons is something I couldn't live without!!!

You managed a ski lodge???!!! Wow, you're always full of surprises!! I had you pegged as a lifelong tropical girl, who may never have even seen snow!!! I guess I was sure wrong!!!!


Cindi    Posted 09-19-2003 at 13:11:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
Jill was less than a year old, so that was fifteen years ago. Back when we were wild and adventurous. We also lived in Vermont for a few months one year, the summer months and part of fall. We tried Washington state as well. On that trip, coming home, we went to Reno and gambled away all our gas money. We had to hock my wedding rings to get home, then send for them by mail.


now that this memory is    Posted 09-19-2003 at 14:29:05       [Reply]  [No Email]
in my head....I'm going to share it.

When Fred and I first got married, 1983, we decided quite suddenly to leave Texas and move to Washington state. It was a desperate attempt to put space between his family and mine and the entity that was us. It was a great trip, even living in the back of the truck in a camper shell, but we decided Washington wasn't our cup of tea so we headed back home.

On the way back we passed through Reno, Nevada and I saw a glint come into Fred's eye like I had never seen before, not even on our honeymoon.

"Let's go gamble."

Oh crap. Blah. Yuk. I was whining in my head.

"Okay." I said. Never know, it might be fun.

Fred went from one craps table to the other. I, being a novice, fed the stupid slot machines. Boring. Then I hit on one and got my money back. The tinkle of the coins dropping into the winner tray held me hostage and after that I couldn't TEAR myself away. Never mind the fact that I was just basically getting back what I put in. Or so I thought. Finally I realized that my paltry twenty dollar 'stake' was shrinking, but I stubbornly went on, just knowing that I was going to hit big. I had to. Who just 'threw away' twenty dollars? It was unheard of. I didn't give up until the sucker ate my last quarter and I was flat broke. By then I had the sickness, so I went in search of more funds.

I sidled up to Fred at the craps table.

"Give me some more money please?"

"Huh?"

"Give me some more money please?"

"Huh?

"GIVE ME SOME MORE MOOOONNNEEEEYY!"

His loud gulp was audible even with the cacophony of bells and whitles and chimes going off all over the place.

"I don't have anymore."

"Ohh....okay, well I guess we better leave then, huh?"

"No...I don't think you get me. We don't have ANY more money." He said under his breath.

Oh shitoli.

"How'd THAT happen?" I asked, toeing the garish carpet with a dirty sneaker.

"I don't know!!! I was so sure I....I was positive I had money in both pockets, one for gambling and one for gas and food....maybe somebody picked my pocket!"

Uh huh, yeah.

"Is this the part where you tell me you have to put my butt on the streets to support us?"

His horrified expression cracked me up.

"That was a joke, honey."

He took me by the shoulders and shook me.

"We....have....no...MONEY! We are hundreds of miles from home and we have no way to get back."

This is where it came in handy being married the first time to a bum. I had learned how to get by.

"It'll be okay." I said. "Come on."

He followed me through the casino like a blind man, ran into the back of me several times as I stopped to let people pass.

"You have no idea what kind of shape we're in." He warned me when we got back to the truck.

"Sure I do. We've got about two days worth of food and drinks in the cooler, a half a tank of gas, our house on our back, and a long way to go. Did I leave anything out?"

"WE HAVE NO MONEY! You left that out."

"Oh yeah that. Just drive."

"I was hoping I would get lucky on that last roll......you know there's no skill to this craps thing.....I have no luck...what was I thinking....if it wasn't for bad luck...." And on, and on, and on, and oooonnnn......

I really wanted to slap him, but he was doing penance so I just tried to ignore him.

We made our way from Nevada, through Arizona, and New Mexico as far as Junction, Texas where we borrowed enough money from Fred's grandmother to get us the rest of the way to Austin. We borrowed from churches (which we paid back every cent) worked day labor unloading trucks, and finally in Albequerque (sp?) we stopped at a pawn shop and hocked my rings, which we sent for in the mail three weeks later. We never missed a meal, we only stopped long enough to work. It took us two weeks to get home, and Fred never relaxed for one second the entire time. For me, it was old hat to drive across country living by the skin of my teeth with the jackazz I married the first time around. With Fred it was a pleasure. Even if he was wound tighter than an eight day clock.

Fred has since admitted that he got carried away, lost track of how much he had spent and counted on winning when he shouldn't have. So what. I did the same thing, just on a smaller scale. I told him I never bought the pickpocket story anyway. For a time there, we both had the sickness and we paid dearly for giving in to it. Fred still likes to go to Mississippi and gamble on the very rare occassions that he has the money to do so, and the few times he's been, he has won back triple what he lost in Reno, but he also knows he could lose just as easily so every time he goes, he kisses my wedding rings for luck. It's a touching reminder for both of us that when the chips are down, even if it's a situation that we PUT ourselves in, we will perservere.


RichZ    Posted 09-22-2003 at 05:40:29       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Wow, Cindi!!! What a story!!!

I knew you were pretty resourceful, but I would have been like Fred, totally freaked out!!! If I'm ever in deep doo-doo, you're gonna be the first person I call for advice!!!



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