Meanwhile…

While I was going through my traumatic evening last night… plans did continue and we did have our bonfire.
Remember the Cat that came through this fall?  This was a smaller pile she had left behind.

It took a little doing, but they managed to set it aflame.  I finally gathered myself together and went out to the party.

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Good sized flame, eh?  I think I’ve talked about being a pyromaniac before… so like the proverbial moth, I *had* to go to this!
Within a few minutes, a good friend had me laugh while a tear trickled down my face… and I was grateful for the support and encouragement.  Fires and friendships… for me they are the true test.  If you can’t enjoy yourself while standing around staring at this…
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When can you?
My private test for public persona… if I can’t see myself standing around a fire with them.. telling stories… exaggerating… laughing… crying… turning in the slow rotisserie style of heating yourself… then, I don’t seem to care for them!  Not like any famous person would care to stand around a campfire with me… but you get my drift.
Stare deeply into the fire, my friend.  What do you see?
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Or… my favorite… look up, my friend, what do you see?
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Trails of sparks sift up towards the stars.  We saw 3 meteorites falling down as well!
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Like wild red grass blowing in the wind…
And an aside… for those of you that wrote your support for me and lost Dally, thanks.  I love that.  Soon after I let her inside this morning… admonishing the poor thing for whatever had happened while checking her out physically… I fed her.  Since Lucas was inside too, I closed the door to my mudroom and sat a gallon jug of water in front of it, so he wouldn’t even attempt to steal her food…  I then came to my computer and posted my update.  Soon a wet nose was nudging at my side and I unconsciously reached down and petted who I *thought* was Lucas.  Finishing my post I glanced down to see that it was Dally.  Now fed and escaped from the mudroom, pushing the jug out of her way, she had come to me to snuggle and look mighty pitiful!!!  Even though I laughed at her, she contentedly laid down by my side and sighed.  Welcome home, Dally Girl!

Starting on a Good Note

Starting on a Good Note!

She’s back… Vernon woke me up this morning with the news that Dally was out in the yard.  She seems OK… tired and hungry… we were up until midnight and the kids even later, so she had a long night of whatever!  Vernon thought she was in heat, but if she is, it’s MENTAL, because there’s no physical signs!

So who knows.  She chased a deer too far and got lost?  Someone picked her up on the highway?  Neither seems too reasonable to me, so I’ll chalk it up to a mystery and thank God, that indeed he did watch out for a tiny tri-colored dog and even showed her the 3 miles home.
Now I need to go wash out my puffy eyes and pet a dog… excuse me… I’ll be back later!

Ending the Year on a Bad Note

I painted today…from 10 am until 4:30 or so.  Content with what I had accomplished, I left the house, braving the ice rink that is our parking area… Elsa was at my heels.  Lucas was by the garage and quickly came at my request.  Dally was nowhere to be found.

It is now almost midnight, and she still is absent.
I called and whistled and called.  The sun set soon after I realized she was gone and I went home to make sure she hadn’t followed Vernon home and to get warm clothes on.  I returned to the Mills Place and searched for another 2 hours.
I’ve whistled.
I’ve called.
I’ve cried.
I’ve sobbed.
Lord, I HATE it when dogs break our hearts.
She has never done this.  Never not come when called.  Never been anywhere else but here with me at night.
So, I say a little New Year’s prayer, that God can watch over a tiny tri-colored dog for tonight and tomorrow I can find her safe and sound to Start the New Year on a Happy Note.

Struggles

Today the English Shepherd breed is having a major good news/bad news day.  The good news is that today, a puppy miller/dog hoarder is being put out of business.  She has 200 English Shepherds at her place outside of Billings, Montana.  The bad news is that these dogs range from pups to 6 years old with human contact experience ranging from pets to wild ones who don’t know much about humans.  The bad news is that many of these dogs could be sick with distemper, parvo, and/or fleas and other things of nasty order.  The bad news is that 200 dogs and their care creates a massive operation.  I have volunteered to help where I can… though I struggle to remain aloof… 200 ways to break my heart, and I haven’t even looked into those ES eyes yet!

If you want to help, go here…
I have more to say on this, but will refrain for now.  If I suddenly disappear for a bit, I may just be in Billings, packing dog food and water and shoveling little piles of you-know-what.
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Aargh!

Frustration was paramount today.  We had made it an early day… taking Johnny to Worland to catch a flight to Denver and then San Francisco to see Cindy, Vernon’s sister.  We had our shopping list ready for the big city.  Since it was so early, nothing was open yet, so we went out to eat breakfast.  We then hit the few stores we needed, trying to make a fast escape to return home.  The lumberyard was open at 7:30 and though we really hate shopping there, we went to try to hurry along our progress.  I was not astonished to see they didn’t have the same primer I’ve been painting with at the Mills Place.
Did I tell you I’ve been priming and painting??  I have!  It makes me VERY happy even though there are still a few spots that we are sanding and mudding for the umpteenth time.
So, back to the primer.  They didn’t have the same kind, but they had the same brand… so we bought two gallons of it… It should *basically* be the same, right?  sigh.  You know where this is going…
Took the countertop samples back to this other store.  The one I had agonized over and finally picked out has been discontinued.  sigh.  These were supposed to be updated samples.
My daughter is buying a new car so we needed the title to the old one.  Looked in our safety deposit box.  No title.  sigh.  It’ll be 11 days to get a new one, though they will work with the seller, so the transaction can go through anyway.
The other stops went relatively well, so we blasted for home.  I had high hopes of continuing my priming and painting.  Vernon was going for a sled ride with Daniel for kicks and giggles.  Toria was supposed to grade papers.  Brandon went to see his honey in Worland… the boys couldn’t go along this morning because *someone* has to stay home and feed the cows!
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So this is what I had accomplished the other day… white primer over old paint.  I didn’t have enough to cut in the corners, so I had this look going.  Not real pretty.  Yesterday I had even made the next step and put some color on the walls as well, avoiding where I’d have to return and prime the corners.
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The color isn’t really quite this golden… but you get the idea.
Now I was ready to blast off and paint, but I refrained and sanded and mudded some last minute spots first.  I finally went to work… planning to prime the kitchen and cut in the dining room so that tomorrow I could paint and the guys could start laying more floor.
I had a goal!
I had a plan!
I had energy!
I poured a large amount in my roller pan, grabbed my roller out of the sink where just minutes before I had a drink.  Oooh, my roller was damp, dummy me, got it wet… so I squeezed out some moisture and dunked it in the primer.  I rolled a tad bit on the ceiling and the extra water in the roller dripped… gee, there must be more water in it than I thought.  I took it to the sink and thought I’d squeeze even more water out of it.  The white primer oozed over my fingers and palm and felt strangely…oily.  OILY?  AS IN NOT LATEX????????  The running water did nothing to dissipate the primer.  YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!  I managed to clean most of my hand and grabbed the can.  EASY CLEANUP was on the main label.  I read the fine print.  Easy cleanup with mineral spirits, said the itty bitty words.  I glanced at the tiny amount of primer I had applied.  A glossy surface glared back at me.  This wasn’t going to work.  AAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
I didn’t *have* mineral spirits… that’d mean finishing all my painting and then cleaning things with gasoline, if it’d work.  If it didn’t clean up well, I’d have to plastic bag my brush and roller and hope they didn’t dry out since I had no replacements.  The glossy surface had me worried too… would it show through my paint as glossy???  That would make all my corners glossy and I wasn’t going to stand for that.
NOW WHAT????
I admit, I admit… I am extremely guilty of saying profane words.
The kind my mom would be ashamed of me for saying.
The kind I should NOT say.  Ever.  But I do.
Because I’m human and I live 47 ^&^%$(&* miles from the store ONE WAY!  AND I WAS JUST THERE THIS MORNING AND NOW I HAVE TWO GALLONS OF THE WRONG STUFF AND I WAS MAD AND I HATE THIS PART ABOUT LIVING OUT HERE, BECAUSE IT ISN’T A 10 MINUTE DRIVE TO HOME DEPOT IT’S AN HOUR DRIVE THERE AND BACK AND I’M MAD!
DID I TELL YOU I WAS MAD??????
Now if I wasn’t so picky, I’d have just put it on and made it work and not let it bother me if my corners were glossy and I would have to throw away my roller if I couldn’t clean it, and, really, Carol, was this such a big deal???
Nope.
No, not really.
Because…
Because…
Brandon was in Worland visiting his honey, sweetie-pie, darling dear… and if I could get home and call him, he could go to Kennedy Ace Hardware which is a GREAT store, with helpful and kind people, that stock their shelves and love their jobs and BRANDON COULD BUY ME THE RIGHT STUFF!
And I’ll return this junk to that worthless lumberyard and get some of my money back…
And though all this rigamarole will put me a day behind on my plan, I’ll feel better.  I promise, I will.  I’ll take pictures too…