Random Finally stuff

Thank you for your nice comments about those posters I tried to make! I started with professional photos, btw, not my own: ) Someday I'll have a real camera but that day is not today.






I wanted to say we found names for our two tabby cats. I call the girl Mercer and the boy Lander. After I made a list of Seattle street (and island!) names, my man laughed and added West Seattle Bridge to the list. HA, right.

The names are honoring Queen Anne and West Seattle, both are streets. These two streets are special to my man and I - Lander was my cross street where I lived in West Seattle with my aunt for 4 years before moving to Germany, and Mercer is the street where I worked in downtown Seattle's Queen Anne for 6 years. Baasha has been to both, by the way, hehheehehe.

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Now I have to say how impressed I am with my man. While he was teaching school, I was ripping out blackberries by the roots and getting wounded and bloody all the while. I didn't notice that our hay man, Carsten, brought us a load of hay. We had a stall full when I finally went up the hill. It was hot out and by 5 pm I was exhausted and we still had hay to move. My man was starving, just having arrived from work. I threw him a pizza in the oven and rested a while, drinking koolaid as fast as I could.

A little while later he came in the house covered in hay bits, and with a nasty hay rash on his neck. I said, "You brought some hay up to the loft?"

"Yes, I moved some hay."

"How many did you manage to bring up to the loft by yourself?"

"All 20 bales."

!!!OMGosh, REALLY!?!

My poor man. As he ate his pizza, I washed his neck with a soapy wet cloth. Then asked him to come help me pound some Tposts into the ground on our hang.

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See, as we clear blackberries--and we're about 3/4 through--Baasha discovers the freed up land and starts to explore, and lately he's found that scratching himself on the 200 baby trees feels good. We would like those baby birch/beech/maple trees to grow to adulthood, so, unfortunately, I have to fence this area off. *sigh* I didn't want to have to do that! (I'll try to get some pics of the hand this week with the neon green baby birch trees everywhere.)

Although I had a ladder set up for pounding Tposts in, my man wanted to try standing on a nearby stump. He hit the Tpost with the hammer, lost his balance as the stump broke apart, and fell crashing to the ground, injuring his elbow and heel. I feel so bad, but I think he'll recover. But that was his last Tpost of the day. He held the ladder while I pounded into the rock hard ground (it hasn't rained since March.)

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Yesterday I woke up and my man said, "I just gave your horse 20 carrots."

Twenty!?

Ah, that's why he was long gone (to pasture) as I arrived with his morning mash.

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I've got to get outside now and BBQ us some pork steaks and polish dogs. My man is trying to woo Mercer down the stairs to visit. He has a fondness for our nervous cat. He spends a lot of time talking to her. I say, he must be a cat lover.