Finally (pt. 3)

Emily's hillbillyness has finally rubbed off enough that I'm coming out to feed the horses barefoot with no shirt even.
Lucy is waiting for food in the back pasture.
Rinsing off my hillbilly feet on the steps by the pool.
The other half of the middle yard with a huge shade tree with a hardly visible bench swing and the vehickls resting in the shade because it gets to around 450 degrees here in the heat of the day.
This is not an original idea. I got it on the internet. I thought of Rhianna the other day when I was in a Wendy's bathroom, so I hadta stop and take a picture to send her a text, 'Push button, Receive bacon".


Listening to: Albatross, by Corrosion of Conformity.

Finally (pt. 2)

Messy as most of the house is, we're gettin' there.
These are two of the huge, beautiful trees in the front yard.
This one is on the other side.
Annie pannie right betwixt the two.

The shed in the middle yard with Lucy standing by the back pasture gate waiting to be fed, because she's hungry?, no, just because someone is around.

Listening to: Dragula, by Rob Zombie.

Finally

Sex sells, so I will start this post with two flies doin' it. Yeah, that's hot.

Ok, so I am finally posting some pictures of the new farm. Much work and exhaustion has kept me from taking many pictures. We were here for a few weeks, actually, before Emily's dad gave me this new phone with a frickin awesome camera, 3mp even, to replace my not-working and the tech support knuckleheads couldn't do anything for me Samsung phone. I have been loving this phone and it's capabilities for weeks now, but have been too exhausted to get into my picture-takin', blog-writin' zone.
Me madre came to visit, so I get to see and even drive my old truck. I frickin love that truck. Can you believe there was actually a 35 foot tree smack dab in the middle of this awesome view. I hated that tree blocking my view, so when Jack (Emily's dad) came to visit, he bringed his chain saw and we did an autopsy on it, ah, so much better. I love old trees and we still have several, but that one was just in a frickin stoopid spot, so it hadta go.
Turning a bit to the right is the pool right out the back door, I love it. It is so easy to just walk out and take a dip any time of the day. There are also two of the beautiful old trees. Oh yeah, the tree we removed was one-a them tall, skinny, cedar trees. It wasn't a big, beautiful oak tree or anything. If that were in my view, I wouldn't have minded, because it would be a part of my view. But, just one tall skinny tree on one side of a walkway looks dumm. It was just a nice place for big spiders to drape a web across the path.
This is looking to the left. Our driveway, the neighbor behind us's driveway, and then the neighbor next door's barn and backyard.
Annie pannie hanging out by the fence that we put across at the end of the deck.


Listening to: It could be sweet, by Portishead.

John

This dynamic life means always adapting (pt. 2)

So, there I was, worn out from the non-stop activities of moving and preparing the HPF for horsey arrival. I laid on the daybed and read fer a few and then I passed out. Sleeping soundly enough to be completely oblivious to how I was being victimized.
When she picked up my feet I was coherent enough to feel them being laid on her lap.
This is how they look now, days later. Whu-evah, I haven't cared enough to remove it. I think I may just let Emily remove it, though. The housewarming we had required me to be barefoot. I made sure to explain to the new neighbors that this was victimization.
We, Rhianna and I, anxiously awaited the start of The Puppy Games on Animal Planet. We watched a few minutes, about a half hour actually, until we tired of it. It was cute and entertaining for a short time. Then, it just became the same pointless, puppies shuffling around doing whatever. That's great for a toilet paper commercial or something, but gets old fast.
Bette Davis was, uncat-like as she is often, contorted in this twisted mass on her back in Neriah's arms. It was quite the sight. She never ceases to amaze me by how affectionate and 'rub my belly' she is, very unusual among the cats I've known.

Like I said in the first part of this post, my camera on my phone is being stoopid so I have gotten hardly any, just the few you see here, of the life-tracking documentary pictures that I normally like to. So, undocumented was the move, the new HPF and it's related challenges and joys, and the really awesome event that happened after the housewarming the other day. I had a few beers, socializing with the peeps and then I decided to join the kids in the pool. Well, apparently I waited too long. Very shortly after I got in, the kids left with the ex-wife-creature. Then, Emily, being the vampire that she is, got her fill of the sun after the usual twenty minutes or so and I was alone. I would have left, too, but the pool was too nice and relaxing. So, I grabbed all three pool noodles. I put two under my shoulders and one under my ankles and fell into a deep slumber. I think, not sure, that Emily and my mom only let me sleep for about thirty minutes before their paranoia took over and Emily came to rouse me by splashing water in my face. It was frickin amazing, though. Before, I fell asleep, I looked at the clouds above, all fluffy and slow-moving. As I drifted around very slowly, the tree back thar would enter the picture.

I must stop now. I hasta pee and the dishwasher has stopped so I needsta empty it and then my mom's coming over to have me look at her truck because the window motor decided to quit working and it's half way up. This is a considerable danger down here because it rains every frickin day.

Listening to: still the Direct TV channel called Chill.

This dynamic life means always adapting

Ok, I guess I needta make another entry because I can only do five pictures on each one. whu-evah. These are in no real order 'cause I don't remember when they happened. There has been a delay in my posting them because I hadta use Emily's phone, because mine is being frickin stoopid. This is very frustrating because I like to take random life-tracking documentary pictures. Lately, I have been unable to, which really sucks because we have moved to the Half Pirouette Farm and have experienced lots of life. Anyfrickinway.

My mom came to visit, which is an easy deal now since she moved to the old, retired capital of the world, Sarasota. Since her truck, my old/new truck, tows much better than the new/old truck, she let me borrow it to go get the other two horseys. I was quickly reminded of how I frickin love that truck. It is truly my favorite vehicle of all the ones I've had, and I's had prolly 15 or so, old and new, cheap and expensive. Beyond that, I've borrowed or driven many others, thanks to knowing the number one fixer in the country, Chevys, BMWs, Dodges, Mitsubishis, Pontiac, Ford, a 500 hp El Camino (uuuuuuuuh), and on and on.

Jordan, of course, came to say hi. Man, he's so big now, he's dog-size.
A family of chickens strolled by. Pepe has growed the little baby ones hisself, kinda neat.
The trailer we borrowed from Pepe to take the horses home. I parked it and moved the truck back ov'ar. Now I wanted to go see the new Paint, the epitome of my kinda horse.
The chickens were having a meeting. I think they were planning some kinda overthrow.

Listening to: The Direct TV channel called Chill.

John

Life is frickin awesome, even when it isn't

Ok, so as I often do in the face of a challenge, I was crawling under our new home narrating out loud, adding my own sarcastically positive slant coupled with my honest appreciation of life. I joked about this being the most fun I could hope for and then, as I was crawling out from my last trip to the other end of the house, where the broken water pipe was, I thought, as I often do, how thankful I was that I could be crawling under the house. Life is hard. If I carry my coffee cup wrong, my hand will shake it all over the place. If my hand is at just the right, or wrong actually, angle while I am trying to hacksaw a broken pipe, it will shake and make it hard to keep the blade on a line. I walk like a drunk, even more so when I have actually been drinking. I talk like a drunk, more so when I’m tired, which I so often am.

Yeah, it sucks to be dealing with certain challenges, but, as in this case, it’s not hard for me to think, ‘well, I’m not in a wheelchair’. I mean, really, it’s hard and I’m dirty, but I am still glad to be doing it instead of being the cripple that I could be, stuck in a wheelchair, unable to enjoy the feeling of dirt in my fingers and my muscles flexing to propel me through the obstacles under a house. Furthermore, I am thankful that even though I had to grow through infancy again and relearn how to do everything, as an infant, such as walking, talking, writing, eating, thankfully, I still retained my sense of humor, my cognitive abilities, my memories, and the skills and abilities I am so thankful to have kept. I have always been a fixer and am glad that I still can be.

Listening to: Samsung call center robot.