tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108656862009-07-10T05:48:13.090-05:00thoughts and things"Many years ago I climbed the mountains,
even though it is forbidden." ____ "Why is it forbidden?" ______ "I am not sure. But things are not as they teach us. For the world is hollow, and l have touched the sky."Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.comBlogger436125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-6986448624154517722009-07-10T05:42:00.002-05:002009-07-10T05:48:13.104-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">I have so much work to do around the house I am living in and the cabin I’m having built that’s its not even funny.<span style=""> </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday my day started early; when I was at the bear & wine fest last Sunday I saw some wood boxes one of the venders had.<span style=""> </span>I asked him what he wanted for them, the price was right, and we arranged for me to pick them up this week so off I went at <st1:time minute="0" hour="8">8am</st1:time> to pick up boxes.<span style=""> </span>When I got home I unloaded the boxes, dropped the trailer, and went to have a “quick” cup of coffee with friends. I mentioned I needed to go to Lowes for light bulbs and asked them if they wanted to go and off we went to Galax.<span style=""> </span>At Lowes I bought my light bulbs and an under counter trash can holder, (it was on my list of things to get for the cabin) then I made the mistake of letting them take me to the garden center.<span style=""> </span>One of my friends is forever looking for deals and she found one.<span style=""> </span>In the garden center there were these racks of $1 plants.<span style=""> </span>I now have about $25 worth of plants in my yard that were not on the list.<span style=""> </span>On the way home one of the ladies asked if we would mind going to this little restaurant she knew about.<span style=""> </span>Close to that restaurant was this little model home she wanted to look at; the rest of us were game and off we went to Fancy Gap.<span style=""> </span>After lunch we went “a little further” to Canen to check out a vegetable “stand”.<span style=""> </span>By the time I got home it was <st1:time minute="0" hour="17">5pm</st1:time> but I knew I could go the cabin for a little while soooo...... I fed the horses and the dogs and got ready to head up to the cabin.<span style=""> </span>As I was putting the dogs in the jeep I noticed that I had a flat tire and it was starting to rain.<span style=""> </span>I looked off into the distance at the rain clouds; they did not look too bad so I changed the tire and went up to the cabin.<span style=""> </span>I got home around <st1:time minute="0" hour="20">8pm</st1:time>. <span style=""> </span>I did a lot yesterday just not the lot I needed to do.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Today I am going to get things done around the house and the cabin, after I go into town and get the tire fixed……… </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-698644862415451772?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-64668322985729838262009-07-05T20:29:00.003-05:002009-07-05T20:42:30.293-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SlFU8cCEIWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/qMYDNIa_PoM/s1600-h/026-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SlFU8cCEIWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/qMYDNIa_PoM/s320/026-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355154829213966690" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">I spent a few hours at the Floyd Fandango Beer & Wine Fest today.<span style=""> </span>I was supposed to spend all that time directing traffic but because of the weather traffic was light and I was able to scout things out.<span style=""> </span>I will say that for the very short time I was there I had a great time.<span style=""> </span>I heard three bands, <a href="http://robertjospe.com/">Robert Jospe & Inner Rhythm</a> Sextet, <a href="http://www.bluemulemusic.com/">Blue Mule</a> and my favorite <a href="http://www.houndjam.com/">Basshound</a>. <span style=""> </span>I experienced my first wine tasting, I don’t seem to have much of a wine pallet, and checked out some pretty good beer.<span style=""> </span>Of course I got a funnel cake.<span style=""> </span>There were some nice vender's there but because I was pressed for time I could not check them all out.<span style=""> </span>I’m going to do my best to take in a full day next year.<span style=""> </span>Its’ a bit pricey at $30 a person and then you have to pay $5 for a wine or beer glass and then pay a $1 to taste the beer (you get a nice big “sip” for a $1, it seemed worth it to me and the wine is “free”)<span style="font-style: italic;"></span> I feel if you factor in a whole day of music its worth it.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-6466832298572983826?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-85458351298231427542009-07-03T10:41:00.003-05:002009-07-03T10:51:10.935-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk4nUBkkNPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/hg6iwDvNfMk/s1600-h/031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk4nUBkkNPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/hg6iwDvNfMk/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354260231962768626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk4nUV_hvTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/lmW0qc4O0BM/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk4nUV_hvTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/lmW0qc4O0BM/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354260237444562226" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">I have been watching these two all morning. <span style=""> </span>The male has been taping on and around the window I took these photo from.<span style=""> </span>He has also been checking out the bird house the two are resting on.<span style=""> </span>The pair have been putting on quite a show, hoping over each other on the power line over head.<span style=""> </span>The male has been ruffling his feathers and chirping.<span style=""> </span>The female just sits there and listens.<span style=""> </span>I don’t know what type of birds these are, anyone know?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-8545835129823142754?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-90927450747241781812009-07-02T20:53:00.005-05:002009-07-02T21:10:47.511-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk1mJigzxmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NTf5ar8jM0U/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk1mJigzxmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NTf5ar8jM0U/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047846082659938" border="0" /></a>The tree my friend has been working on<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk1mJHSOtlI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zU1HDfLs3eU/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk1mJHSOtlI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zU1HDfLs3eU/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047838773753426" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">I have been very fortunate to have met people I consider to be mentors. My first mentor was Mr. Simms.<span style=""> </span>He worked at the <st1:place><st1:placename>Christ</st1:placename> <st1:placename>Child</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>Center</st1:placetype></st1:place> in <st1:place><st1:city>Tampa</st1:city> <st1:state>Fla</st1:state></st1:place> and in my short time there he taught me much.<span style=""> </span>Next was Mary, she is still a friend and I have learned much from her in the 28 years I have known her. <span style=""> </span>Recently I have been fortunate to meet another person who has in the short time I’ve known her taught me a lot.<span style=""> </span>Today she taught me how to use a chain saw.<span style=""> </span>My life has not been easy and I have been thrown some big curves but I have also been lucky to have met people that have helped me to make the right choices.<span style=""> </span>Mentors are great I wish everyone had a few.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk1nkjVL54I/AAAAAAAAAxI/zwDnIBUElSo/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sk1nkjVL54I/AAAAAAAAAxI/zwDnIBUElSo/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354049409670440834" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There is this scene in “National Lampoons Christmas Vacation” where the <st1:place>Chevy Chase</st1:place> character, Clark, after many attempts, finally gets the Christmas lights on his house to light. <span style=""> </span>When he connects those two extension cords a chorus singing halleluiah starts up, his face lights up as bright as the lights on his house and you could see in his face how happy he was. I had that same look and could hear in my mind the choir singing when I rounded that corner and saw a truck and excavator in my drive way.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>The power company’s contractor was there to hook my cabin up.<span style=""> </span>I now have power to the cabin, all I need is for the electrician to come back and finish his work and I will have lights!! <span style=""> </span>Halleluiah! Halleluiah! </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-9092745074724178181?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-63516226494688293562009-06-30T16:48:00.000-05:002009-06-30T16:49:25.892-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">We humans are a strange lot. <span style=""> </span>We allow ourselves to be “ruled over” by the lowliest of rulers.<span style=""> </span>We give to them when we know we will receive nothing in return.<span style=""> </span>They greedily take from us and scold us when we are not quick to give them what they feel is there due. We humans are a strange lot.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The humming bird feeders were empty this afternoon when I got home.<span style=""> </span>I did not know how much noise humming birds made until at the request of my friend, who is graciously allowing me to use her house while mine is being built, asked me to put out the feeders. <span style=""> </span>Humming birds are greedy, bossy and noisy.<span style=""> </span>They are Speedy Gonzalez with wings.<span style=""> </span>They are cool.<span style=""> </span>I like watching them. <span style=""> </span>There is one that seems to know who I am.<span style=""> </span>It will buzz by me turn around and then hover just a few feet from my face.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>They all seem to know who fills the feeder because when they see me and the feeder is empty they come to the fence sit on it and “yell” at me.<span style=""> </span>I am their servant and they are my masters.<span style=""> </span>I dutifully buy sugar for no other reason than to feed the humming birds.<span style=""> </span>They say the average American eats over 100lb of sugar a year.<span style=""> </span>I wonder how many like me by <st1:metricconverter productid="10 lb">10 lb</st1:metricconverter> bags of sugar every 2 weeks to feed the birds.<span style=""> </span>I wonder how much folks like me are messing up the statistics.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dogs, cats and now humming birds what will demand my time and energy next? Are we thinking chickens?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-6351622649468829356?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-29672516644021850212009-06-26T20:14:00.002-05:002009-06-26T20:51:33.525-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SkVzelNZ11I/AAAAAAAAAwI/y3gZpbNodyU/s1600-h/012-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SkVzelNZ11I/AAAAAAAAAwI/y3gZpbNodyU/s320/012-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351810701421303634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SkVzeSgzFRI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PF2dIAPyK5U/s1600-h/011-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SkVzeSgzFRI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PF2dIAPyK5U/s320/011-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351810696402375954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SkVzeH45ujI/AAAAAAAAAv4/JWVHNxr4-Gg/s1600-h/010-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SkVzeH45ujI/AAAAAAAAAv4/JWVHNxr4-Gg/s320/010-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351810693550684722" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s hot here in the mountains so as was sitting under the fan trying to cool down I looked out the window and saw what looked like a dozen hummingbirds at the feeders.<span style=""> </span>I decided to try a few shots and was surprised that I got anything. <span style=""> </span>It was nearing dusk and my camera is not the best so I did not expect much. <span style=""> </span>At first the birds refused to cooperate, I had the door to the porch open and stood there as still as I could with my camera on a tripod.<span style=""> </span>No luck so I decided to hide.<span style=""> </span>I placed a bright red blanket over the door window, adjusted my nifty camera view screen so I could see my subject and waited.<span style=""> </span>I am happy with the results.<span style=""> </span>I cant wait to try this in the daylight.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-2967251664402185021?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-53630111849030671952009-06-20T06:29:00.004-05:002009-06-20T06:40:36.105-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">Good morning campers, long time no write.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s promising to be a nice day here in the country.<span style=""> </span>I was awakened at <st1:time minute="15" hour="18"><i style="">6:15</i></st1:time> this morning to a lighter sky and the singing of birds.<span style=""> </span>It’s all so poetic this being awakened by nature until one takes into account that I worked Wednesday and Thursday from 7 at night to 8 or so in the morning. This schedule made my Friday “day off” just a day to kinda recoup and I had hoped to sleep in today(Saturday).<span style=""> </span>On days when I want to sleep in and I can’t I am reminded of a window commercial that I saw a long time ago where you see this guy sleeping under an open window, there is a gentle breeze, kids are playing, birds are singing and in the distance there is the sound of a lawnmower. <span style=""> </span>It’s just a perfect weekend morning scene.<span style=""> </span>The guy underneath the window sits up, grabs hold of the window and closes it. All becomes quiet and the guy goes back to sleep. I tried that this morning but I had slept over 5 hours yesterday afternoon and I was wide awake at 6...15...in the morning. ugh.<span style=""> </span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Oh well it’s gonna be a busy day, I might as well start early and it is a very nice morning for the dogs and I to take a walk, then I can hook up the trailer and drop it off at the property for tomorrow, then head up to the grocery store and the feed store before I………..<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was talking to my cousin last night she wants to come down for a week. I told her she is more than welcome but remember there is not a lot “to do” around here, of course that does depend on what you mean by “to do”. <span style=""> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-5363011184903067195?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-89842629977362811752009-06-14T06:03:00.004-05:002009-06-14T06:26:31.122-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SjTZfetmzHI/AAAAAAAAAvs/MYPM1uReJrE/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SjTZfetmzHI/AAAAAAAAAvs/MYPM1uReJrE/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347137792439143538" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">I cant believe how long it has been since I last bloged but.. life has been busy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Most of my not going to the job hours have been spent at the cabin work site.<span style=""> </span>Things are moving along well (for now) and I try to get every thing <b style=""><i style="">I</i></b> can do done.<span style=""> </span>I keep the work site clean, I salvage wood the builder considers trash and I consider usable (It‘s unbelievable how wasteful building a house can be).<span style=""> </span>I am also trying to get at least some of the property mowable.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""></span><span style=""></span><span style=""> </span>You wont believe how many rock there are.<span style=""> </span>In the old days farmers would send their kids into the fields and have them move the rocks. I’m not a farmer, its not the old days and I don’t have any kids with me so this old lady is moving them one by one.<span style=""> </span>The weather here is much cooler than at the beach BUT when you are moving rocks 75-80 degrees feels hot. Now you would think that doing all this work would give one a since of accomplishment but nooooo.<span style=""> </span>When I mowed around the barn I saw how much work needs to be done to the barn.<span style=""> </span>Cleaning up around the cabin I see how much landscaping needs to be done.<span style=""> </span>Every time I get one thing done there is another thing that needs to be done staring me in the face. Its Kinda like that Gicko commercial where the stack of money stares at people symbolizing how much money they can save.<span style=""> </span>Well every time I see something that needs to be done I see a little stack of money that symbolizes how much money I have to spend.<span style=""> </span>I knew that there was a lot to be done and I don’t mind the work. I figure that at about the time my kids decide I need to be in a nursing home I will have the place looking just like I want it to look. <span style=""> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-8984262997736281175?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-34828418337239115112009-05-29T16:24:00.003-05:002009-05-29T17:10:48.281-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SiBUSNaJOxI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jc4a7p6OS90/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SiBUSNaJOxI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jc4a7p6OS90/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341361829875104530" border="0" /></a>I was looking out what will someday be my bedroom window when I saw this "tree" I have been told it is an azalea. I have been very fortunate to find so many "surprises" on my property<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SiBURhS_P5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/hjVAe9NR4SE/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SiBURhS_P5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/hjVAe9NR4SE/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341361818033930130" border="0" /></a>Just a few lilypad flowers in my friends pond<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SiBUR8ow9SI/AAAAAAAAAus/lh0wozV2dJ8/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SiBUR8ow9SI/AAAAAAAAAus/lh0wozV2dJ8/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341361825373025570" border="0" /></a><br />The town of Floyd is trying to build a park so last week they had a benefit concert with four bluegrass bands, the music was good but I think I have had my fill of blue grass for a while<br /><br /> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal">It’s been a while since my last blogg but I have had a lot going on.<span style=""> </span>Between work the cabin and keeping up with friends my days have been full.<span style=""> </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal">First things first, we have been having a <st1:place>LOT</st1:place> of rain, A LOT!... but in a way this is a good thing.<span style=""> </span>The work on the cabin has been great.<span style=""> </span>There is paint on the drywall, the trim is almost done, they are working on the floors right now and the cabinets come in next week.<span style=""> </span>Now I’m not holding my breath that this pace of work will continue but I am hopeful.<span style=""> </span>The weather is supposed to be better next week, we will see if they come back.<o:p><br /></o:p></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal">I am discovering a disadvantage to living in the country; socializing with friends takes a lot of time.<span style=""> </span>At the beach it takes at the most 15 minutes to get most of my friend’s homes and for the most part I could walk. <span style=""> </span>At the beach having a morning cup of coffee with a friend could be spontaneous here almost everything has to be planed out.<span style=""> </span>I am adjusting but I miss those unplanned morning coffees with friends. <span style=""> </span></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-3482841833723911511?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-43705090203475015352009-05-19T09:14:00.001-05:002009-05-19T09:21:47.078-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">One of these days, when the stars align just right I will be moving into a little 750sf cabin that I am having built.<span style=""> </span>For the past few days I have been sick.<span style=""> </span>The stay in the bed except to do what has to be done sick.<span style=""> </span>The, if I still lived at the beach one of my boys would have had to feed the dogs and wait on me hand and foot, sick.<span style=""> </span>Today I realized one of the disadvantages of a small house; there is no place to hide stuff. <span style=""> </span>I had to wash cloths while I was sick but I did not fold them.<span style=""> </span>They are piled on a bed in the back room.<span style=""> </span>Dishes got put in the dishwasher that I seldom use.<span style=""> </span>Thank goodness the new kitchen will have a dishwasher.<span style=""> </span><span style="">The house looks cluttered</span><span style="">, not very presentable. </span>I am living in a small house but it is bigger than the cabin is. I can imagine what the cabin would look like after 2 days of me being sick. The moral of this story is that if someone is not family or a really good friend, they can’t come to my house if I’m sick. Period!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-4370509020347501535?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-91721737246014391942009-05-19T08:11:00.003-05:002009-05-19T08:23:07.086-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/ShKxEmckpVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/N8D47VsRSws/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/ShKxEmckpVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/N8D47VsRSws/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337523200985441618" border="0" /></a>Frost on a Japanese Maple<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <p class="MsoNormal">A friend and I were discussing how nice the weather had been and the planting of summer crops. <span style=""> </span>I was telling her how bummed I was that I had not been able to plant anything.<span style=""> </span>On the beach I would have already planted my tomatoes.<span style=""> </span>In Currituck the farmers would have already planted sweet corn, so that it is ready for the 4<sup>th</sup> of July.<span style=""> </span>I wanted to plant something.<span style=""> </span>Things are different here she informed me, she said that she never planted any summer plants until after her 20<sup>th</sup> of May, when I asked her why she said because that is when the risk of frost is over.<span style=""> </span>Early this morning, on the 19<sup>th</sup> of May we had frost.<span style=""> </span>You see my friend is a master gardener so I guess I should listen to the master gardener, I might learn something. <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p> </div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-9172173724601439194?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-73173323886234630782009-05-15T20:13:00.001-05:002009-05-15T20:13:43.208-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">Ok boys and girls here goes, I don’t go around telling people that I like sci-fi and fantasy but I do.<span style=""> </span>And while Star Trek was not my first sci-fi venture, I was reading Bradbury, Asimov and Norton and watching the Twilight Zone and Astro Boy before I ever watched Star Trek.<span style=""> </span>When Star Trek originally aired my parents had control of the TV, so before it hit syndication I rarely got to watch it, when I was finally able to sit down and watch episode after episode (thanks Cathy for introducing me to the Trek world) I was hooked.<span style=""> </span>While I can’t tell you the name of every episode and I don’t know all the minor characters I can tell you with in 5 seconds what the story line is.<span style=""> </span>I think the Star Trek universe is awesome but for the most part I have not been impressed with the movies until today. Today I saw the new Star Trek movie and it was really good.<span style=""> </span>I was totally impressed.<span style=""> </span>I won’t go into detail about what happens in the movie because I don’t want to ruin it for anyone.<span style=""> </span>The makers of this Star Trek movie came up with a great way to continue the franchise with out having to worry about continuity. <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>I know that sounds negative but its not.<span style=""> </span>I am looking forward to more of these movies. Go Trek.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-7317332388623463078?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-9448148424418813632009-05-13T07:27:00.003-05:002009-05-13T07:49:02.684-05:00Oh boy did I meet the right person.<span style=""> </span>I met her last summer out by my mail box and we would talk to each other every once and a while, out by that mail box. We have been promising each other that we would have coffee together “sometime” but it never seemed to happen. <span style=""> </span>Last week we finally exchanged e-mail addresses and yesterday we had coffee at her house.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>This woman is amazing, she is in her 70’s has chickens, honey bees and a green thumb to die for. She can use a chain saw and just learned how to use a back hoe.<span style=""> </span>I don’t know what I have to offer in this friendship but in just those few hours we spent at her place I learned a lot.<span style=""> </span> <p class="MsoNormal">I have been very fortunate in the people I have met here.<span style=""> </span>I have met so many willing teachers, people that answer my questions no matter how “dumb” they might be.<span style=""> </span>I can’t wait to put some of what I am learning to practice. Who knows in 20 years maybe I will be the teacher. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sgq_JyYRYVI/AAAAAAAAAts/8TX7C9fo4tw/s1600-h/002-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sgq_JyYRYVI/AAAAAAAAAts/8TX7C9fo4tw/s320/002-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335286883437076818" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">I sent the Arbor Day foundation a donation of $20 a while back.<span style=""> </span>As a gift I was promised 10 trees. <span style=""> </span>Last week I got my “trees”. <span style=""> </span>I had to laugh at the twigs in the bag that counted as trees but c’est la vie, I put them in water when I got them, I just did not have time to plant them but yesterday I put them in pots. <span style=""> </span>I don’t mind that I got twigs for trees after all what do you expect for $20 and it’s for a good cause.<span style=""> </span>It will be interesting to see what happens.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sgq_KKy986I/AAAAAAAAAt0/bErKMal6j58/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sgq_KKy986I/AAAAAAAAAt0/bErKMal6j58/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335286889991500706" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">They hung dry wall in the cabin this week.<span style=""> </span>The dry wall gives me a real feel for how things are gonna be.<span style=""> </span>The bath room is going to be TIGHT, TIGHT, TIGHT! <br /><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Welp I'm off to the property gotta do some weed eating.<span style=""> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-944814842441881363?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-88996144502228880062009-05-05T15:50:00.003-05:002009-05-05T16:10:27.142-05:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SgCnJTk8YVI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nMfl7IvsVxE/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SgCnJTk8YVI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nMfl7IvsVxE/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332445737122554194" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">Know how to tell when its gonna rain? Just ask me what day I'm scheduled to be off. It’s been a bit rainy today but that did not stop the dogs and me from taking a walk this morning. I think its funny how people think it’s so quiet in the country. When I take my walk my ears are filled with the sounds of the out doors. Birds, water and the wind along with the rustle of wild life is really quiet noisy. Noise or no there is something to be said for getting outside, I don’t care if you are in the county or the middle of a city, having the sky above your head is up lifting.<span style=""> </span>It allows your soul to be free. Being outside can help clear the mind and walking can relive stress, I know it does for me.<span style=""> </span>Its spring get out side and let your soul be free.</p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-8899614450222888006?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-73868924048042882182009-04-29T21:36:00.003-05:002009-04-29T21:39:46.415-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SfkPDua5JzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/XExUTl9pgJw/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SfkPDua5JzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/XExUTl9pgJw/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330308190644545330" border="0" /></a><br />They have stained the cabin and I am happy with the color. I am thinking of painting the doors to match the roof....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-7386892404804288218?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-15224115737799660732009-04-29T16:34:00.001-05:002009-04-29T16:34:31.639-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">I’m sitting here this afternoon listening to the sound of the weather as it rolls in.<span style=""> </span>The sky has darkened and the wind is picking up.<span style=""> </span>I can hear thunder in the distance and the air is noticeably cooler.<span style=""> </span>To me this is so relaxing to the girl dog that is not the case; she is curled at my feet, head up and ears back, to her thunder is a frightening thing, one of the few things that will slow her down and make her willingly heal to me.<span style=""> </span>This weather draws me to sit by the window where I can see the pond.<span style=""> </span>Drops of rain have begun to dance on its surface.<span style=""> </span>With the window slightly ajar I can hear the tin roof sound off as each tiny drop of rain hits it,<span style=""> </span>this noise rises and falls with the passing of rain clouds some times building to and almost deafening <span style=""> </span>crescendo.<span style=""> </span>Outside the grass looks greener in this filtered light and the air smells clean and fresh.<span style=""> </span>Oh what a lovely afternoon. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-1522411573779966073?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-85649780066689692342009-04-24T15:44:00.001-05:002009-04-24T15:48:44.948-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">I can honestly say it has been a busy week.<span style=""> </span>This time last week I was pulling on to the OBX.<span style=""> </span>I spent last weekend visiting with friends and family which translates into eating a lot.<span style=""> </span>I could not have asked for better weather, the weekend was nearly perfect.<span style=""> </span>I needed to get away from here and clear my head and going to the beach did that for me.<span style=""> </span>By Monday I was ready to come home.<span style=""> </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And speaking of home…. The boys have been hard at work on the cabin, plumbing and electric are roughed in and inspected, most of the insulation is in and the outside should be stained shortly.<span style=""> </span>It might even be done I worked last night so I haven’t had time to check on progress today. Again I’m not getting my hopes up, this whole project has been stop and go, their going right now but they can stop at any moment!<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I woke up this afternoon to some <b style=""><i style="">hot </i></b>temps.<span style=""> </span>Its 80 degrees outside and its supposed to be a warm weekend. There is a high danger of fire warning out right now.<span style=""> </span>The humidity may go down to 20 %, that’s not something I have not seen in forever.<span style=""> </span>Low humidity on the Outer Banks is in the 40% range.<span style=""> </span>This hot weather can go give me the cooler spring temps; I’m glad I changed my mind and installed central air!<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-8564978006668969234?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-65308149586821276432009-04-15T07:48:00.002-05:002009-04-15T07:52:43.200-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SeXX924F25I/AAAAAAAAAsU/qDI3Lbbbk2s/s1600-h/002-3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SeXX924F25I/AAAAAAAAAsU/qDI3Lbbbk2s/s320/002-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899592138251154" border="0" /></a>peach blossoms; the first to come out on the property<br /></div><br /><o:p></o:p>It has been brought to my attention by a few folks that is has been awhile since I have written in my blog. Well I have been in the dumps as of late and have not felt like writing.<span style=""> </span>It is spring and I’m still not in my cabin. I’m still living out of boxes. By now I had hoped to be looking for new furniture and other stuff for the cabin. I haven’t been able to start the garden I had hoped to start this year. I can’t start anything because I can’t protect it from the wild life.<span style=""> </span>I saw a herd of at least 8 deer on my property yesterday.<span style=""> </span>When I’m living there the dogs will discourage the deer (that’s the theory anyway).<span style=""> </span>And to top it all off I’m working at a job I’m not real happy with.<o:p></o:p> <p class="MsoNormal">The weather here has been…… wet but is going to be a beautiful spring.<span style=""> </span>Already the grass is coming in and when the sun hits it, it glows an almost neon green.<span style=""> </span>I love the way the clouds seem to roll over the mountains, I love the fresh crisp feel of the morning.<span style=""> </span>I see something new every day; a new bird, animal, plant.<span style=""> </span>I love the wild life.<span style=""> </span>What is bringing me down is the flocken cabin.<span style=""> </span>It’s like a bad pregnancy; No matter how crappy it makes you feel its going to last as long as it lasts and there is nothing you can do about it!!<span style=""> </span>I’m ready for this baby to be born!!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If I can get off work for a few days I think I will head on back to the beach just to clear my head.<span style=""> </span>I need a mini vacation!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-6530814958682127643?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-73411019220408344252009-03-31T20:52:00.002-05:002009-03-31T20:57:23.973-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SdLJpaZ3pLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NZqU_bVp7MQ/s1600-h/last+day+of+March+2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SdLJpaZ3pLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NZqU_bVp7MQ/s320/last+day+of+March+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319535823177622706" border="0" /></a>This last day of March started out bright and sunny but as the day wore on the clouds and dampness set in.<span style=""> </span>I guess you could say March is going out like a damp lamb.<span style=""> </span>It is hard to believe that we are 90 days into 2009. It has been a bumpy 90 days for the country and gosh only knows what’s going to happen in the next 90 but its spring and anything is possible.<span style=""> </span>Heck there was work done on my cabin today, go figure.<span style=""> </span>With luck the electrician will be there tomorrow and once he is done the insulation can go in.<span style=""> </span>I am trying not to get excited about the cabin but things are starting to move along and it’s hard to keep that “it will be done when it gets done” attitude.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-7341101922040834425?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-8535734231604555402009-03-27T20:42:00.002-05:002009-03-27T20:53:47.030-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sc2BAM6NwgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/lE3bEyWY3MU/s1600-h/012-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sc2BAM6NwgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/lE3bEyWY3MU/s320/012-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318048575459803650" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">How can I tell its spring?<span style=""> </span>I have 3 main indicators:<span style=""> </span>how much hair do I have to sweep up every day (I have 2 dogs and a cat), how many small animals and birds do I have to rescue from the cat (2 birds so far) and……. how badly do I want to plant something. <span style=""> </span>About 2 weeks or so ago I planted some basil just to have something green around. <span style=""> </span>I told myself that I was going to hold off on the flowers and plants this year but I needed something from the store and saw some pansies and I just could not resist.<span style=""> </span>I did resist the magnolia tree, barely.<span style=""> </span>It was <i style="">beautiful</i>, but I could not figure where I would put it so now it’s on the sometime in the future list.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have been paying attention to what is starting to bloom and bud now. Yellow tips and daffodils have bloomed.<span style=""> </span>Willows have tiny green leaves on their branches giving them a green silhouette and many other trees have a slight red tinge to them, an indication that they are getting ready to show their new spring growth. <span style=""> </span>On the bank next to my driveway the previous owner planted many different types of spring flowers.<span style=""> </span>I know she planted daffodils they are every where. There are other things coming up also; I think I see what could be irises but I don’t know. <span style=""> </span>Until I see the flowers I won’t know what gifts the previous owner has left for me.<span style=""> </span>I wonder how much of what I see now will turn out to be weeds.<span style=""> </span>This year is for learning and boy do I have a lot to learn!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-853573423160455540?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-10159899097122333912009-03-16T22:17:00.002-05:002009-03-16T22:23:11.497-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">I was talking to my #2 son, venting was more like it, when he said to me “things haven’t gone too great for you up there (the Mt’s)”<span style=""> </span>Lets face it, it took longer than I had hoped to find a contractor to build the house and its taking even longer to actually build it. <span style=""> </span>Every thing I have wanted to do has cost a lot more than I had budgeted.<span style=""> </span>Someone burned my barn down and now…. I hate my job.<span style=""> </span>Humm.<span style=""> </span>I will admit that lately I have wondered if I did the right thing in moving up here.<span style=""> </span>I miss my family, I miss my friends and god knows I miss my job.<span style=""> </span>I am not where I wanted to be by now.<span style=""> </span>Things are not going the way I want them to go.<span style=""> </span>So why am I here?<span style=""> </span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sb8WuVF-9_I/AAAAAAAAArs/JDn56Ij9haA/s1600-h/composet+09-03-16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sb8WuVF-9_I/AAAAAAAAArs/JDn56Ij9haA/s320/composet+09-03-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313991070512510962" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Rounding the corner, just before I turned on to road that leads to my house I saw the <st1:city><st1:place>Buffalo</st1:place></st1:City> wrapped in clouds. I saw the first <i style="">live </i>skunk I have ever seen up here.<span style=""> </span>I saw baby cows jumping and running.<span style=""> </span>When I got on my road I felt at home.<span style=""> </span>A house is just a house, some day it will be finished.<span style=""> </span>A job is just a job I can always find another.<span style=""> </span>I miss my friends but I have been very privileged to meet a lot of very good people up here and the phone and internet allow me to keep in touch with my distant friends.<span style=""> </span>The reason I am up here is because I want to be. <span style=""> </span>Its not heaven but for me it’s close.… kinda. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></p> <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-1015989909712233391?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-79743708765308672812009-03-14T10:44:00.003-05:002009-03-14T10:51:57.567-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SbvRzR5fsRI/AAAAAAAAArc/OHHy3G7hLt8/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SbvRzR5fsRI/AAAAAAAAArc/OHHy3G7hLt8/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313070864321720594" border="0" /></a> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">touch of spring<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">It was a very pleasant week here in the Mt’s .<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>It felt a lot like spring and I spent as much time as I could outside.<span style=""> </span>I spent a good deal of the day Thursday removing wild roses from around my fruit trees and while that was not all that fun it was “rewarding”.<span style=""> </span>I have been reading the seed/plant catalogs that have been coming my way, and while I don’t plan on doing a lot of planting this year these magazines are giving me some ideals. I won’t get away with out buying something but my <i style="">goal</i> is not to over buy.<span style=""> </span>I want to live on the property and in the cabin for a little while before I buy that walnut tree that grows <st1:metricconverter productid="60 feet">60 feet</st1:metricconverter> tall and <st1:metricconverter productid="40 feet">40 feet</st1:metricconverter> wide.</p> <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SbvRzyP1zhI/AAAAAAAAArk/gUuGdCUn0eg/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SbvRzyP1zhI/AAAAAAAAArk/gUuGdCUn0eg/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313070873005379090" border="0" /></a> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">The cabin roof has been shingled.<span style=""> </span>We will see what gets done next week.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-7974370876530867281?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-84879593806530707162009-03-08T07:41:00.003-05:002009-03-08T07:49:36.403-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SbO-VrcUIDI/AAAAAAAAAqs/fiu4aiFk7Og/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/SbO-VrcUIDI/AAAAAAAAAqs/fiu4aiFk7Og/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310797665247961138" border="0" /></a> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">A touch of spring<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">What a difference a week makes.<span style=""> </span>Last Sunday I was slipping and sliding on my way to work yesterday we reached 73 degrees.<span style=""> </span>In the afternoon I opened up the house to fresh air and sun today I am planning on working in the sunshine and fresh air at the cabin site. <span style=""> </span>March came in like a lion of sorts, we had an intense but brief bout of winter and in less than a week we are having a touch of spring.<span style=""> </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This weather and the nature of my job is exposing me to new bugs and I have caught a head cold.<span style=""> </span>Ever since I reached the age of 40 I have been getting colds in the spring and fall.<span style=""> </span>I don’t remember this bi-annual illness thing prior to that age but no cold is going to keep me inside today.<span style=""> </span>I need to be in the great outdoors even if it is only time spent picking up trash from a job site.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-8487959380653070716?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-38689243535215297462009-03-04T20:40:00.003-05:002009-03-04T20:48:41.337-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sa8uooiP1gI/AAAAAAAAAqk/K9vsRJI4zS0/s1600-h/composet-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sa8uooiP1gI/AAAAAAAAAqk/K9vsRJI4zS0/s320/composet-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309513761303811586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sa8uoSzSdZI/AAAAAAAAAqc/JDFJFQ3x9xE/s1600-h/buff+mt+3-4-09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjyLOICCT7I/Sa8uoSzSdZI/AAAAAAAAAqc/JDFJFQ3x9xE/s320/buff+mt+3-4-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309513755469706642" border="0" /></a><br />The view on my way home today... gotta love it<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-3868924353521529746?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865686.post-47588899664933365652009-03-03T07:38:00.002-05:002009-03-03T08:12:40.763-05:00<p class="MsoNormal">I woke up this morning, stumbled into the kitchen let the dogs out, turned the coffee on, checked the fire in the wood stove and looked at the digital thermometer. At first I thought it said 21 degrees but after I fixed my cup of coffee and put my glasses on I took another look at the temp. It had changed to 1.6 degrees that’s when I realized that the 21 had been actually 2.1. burrr rabit!!!<br /><br />I took a ride to the local convenience store yesterday afternoon to get some sour cream for my home made chili when I came across another Jeep owner. This guy has a red Jeep with a <st1:metricconverter productid="4 inch">4 inch</st1:metricconverter> lift kit, beefed up tires, wench and all kinds of stuff. He is a real Jeep enthusiast, kind of a Jeep jock. well I love my Jeep but I only know how to drive it and I haven't gotten any "attachments" YET , so a lot of what he had to say went over my head. But we had a good conversation anyway. He told me how he had some fun whipping around on Buffalo Mt rd in drifts that came up higher than his wheel wells. I told him how I got stuck and then pulled out by a range rover. "His reply; oh no I know that guy and I'll never hear the end of it!"<span style=""> </span>It’s a small world.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865686-4758889966493336565?l=obx2mt.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindy Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436065058386153734noreply@blogger.com0