Grandpa used to raise pigs. I wasn't allowed anywhere NEAR said pigs, as Grandpa was afraid that they would knock me down, or hurt me. I liked to watch when he fed them, though, I always thought the wiggly noses looked amazingly funny.
Grandpa would also make beer and wine.
One time, he'd made a huge batch of the stuff, and it had been raining.
A lot.
We'd come over to visit, and Grandpa was feeding the mash to the hogs. One big, aggressive male ate most of it. Grandpa didn't think too much of it at the time...
Well, a bit later, he went to check on things out in the back, and came in hollering for Daddy to help him.
That great big hog was drunk. So drunk he couldn't stand, and kept falling into the now soupy muck, and trying to sleep. The wiggly nose was barely quivering.
Dad and Grandpa tried to roll the hog, lift the hog, several different things, that silly hog was just blissfully blasted, I think you could have set a firecracker off in his left ear, and he might have yawned... So, Grandpa got a board, and between his lifting, and Daddy shoving the board, they managed to make a high spot under the pig's chin so he wouldn't drown.
A pig's snore is actually quite loud!
Grandpa was admonished to feed the mash in much smaller quantities to the pigs, after that.
Showing posts with label O. Show all posts
Showing posts with label O. Show all posts
Monday, April 18, 2016
Friday, April 17, 2015
O is for...
Ocean.
Watching the waves come in. Walking docks, seeing the boats glide in. Reading the names, some fun, some puns, some almost mystic sounding. Seeing the seaweed wash up on the shore, the gulls flying overhead. Wandering across the cobbles, listening to the applause, finding shells and driftwood. I love the coast.
Mom and I took my Auntie to the coast. Auntie wanted to find some shops, but she wanted to take photos. Mom suggested a nice spot she could take pictures of the ocean, where there was a small stone wall. Auntie leaned over on the wall, and started photographing the ocean.
And Mom took a photo of Auntie's backside, with her unawares.
At least until Mom send her a picture in the mail later...
Watching the waves come in. Walking docks, seeing the boats glide in. Reading the names, some fun, some puns, some almost mystic sounding. Seeing the seaweed wash up on the shore, the gulls flying overhead. Wandering across the cobbles, listening to the applause, finding shells and driftwood. I love the coast.
Mom and I took my Auntie to the coast. Auntie wanted to find some shops, but she wanted to take photos. Mom suggested a nice spot she could take pictures of the ocean, where there was a small stone wall. Auntie leaned over on the wall, and started photographing the ocean.
And Mom took a photo of Auntie's backside, with her unawares.
At least until Mom send her a picture in the mail later...
Thursday, April 17, 2014
O is for... Old?
I had a friend that went into depression on her 40th birthday. "I am so OOOOOLD!" That repeated refrain sent me from mild sympathy, to mild humor, and dipped soon to mild annoyance. I can't even remember how old I am, most of the time, without 'doing the math', so I really couldn't get worked up about it for my birthday.
I figure I'm lucky I am still around... I started thinking about age.
The oldest chicken I have - 4 years.
Rudee, my dog - nearing 12
The oldest llama I had, made it to about 26.
Oldest person that I can think of in my family - 95.
Oldest person I ever knew personally- 104.
Oldest (verified) living person -122
Oldest tree - around 4000 years old
Oldest known Barbeque - one million years ago, approximately...
Oldest known thing on Earth - 4.4 billion years old (a gem).
The Moon - 4.5 billion years, give or take.
Aaaannd the Universe, in general - 13.8 billion years, or thereabouts.
All things being equal, I feel pretty young, really!
I figure I'm lucky I am still around... I started thinking about age.
The oldest chicken I have - 4 years.
Rudee, my dog - nearing 12
The oldest llama I had, made it to about 26.
Oldest person that I can think of in my family - 95.
Oldest person I ever knew personally- 104.
Oldest (verified) living person -122
Oldest tree - around 4000 years old
Oldest known Barbeque - one million years ago, approximately...
Oldest known thing on Earth - 4.4 billion years old (a gem).
The Moon - 4.5 billion years, give or take.
Aaaannd the Universe, in general - 13.8 billion years, or thereabouts.
All things being equal, I feel pretty young, really!
*****
The weather has been sunny here, but today it's raining. We could use it, a little bit... The various fruit trees here are flowering, which gives the aspect of snow when the wind blows in the afternoon. Somehow, I think there are several areas in the US that really would like THAT kind of 'snow storm' now...
Unfortunately, the wasps have been waking up and buzzing around. I am sure happy Husband finished the bracing in the pole barn while it was still early! I go out to my pickup, in said pole barn, and I might find one, two, or sometimes several wasps, sitting on the hood. I have to be careful, this time of year, they will bounce onto some of the vents, and it's not unusual to have one or two in the CAB. I am not allergic, small blessing, but I still don't want to be stung.
I will be staying home today (gasp!!!), so I will be getting a fair amount of... Ok, if you do work on a computer is it still paperwork? Anyway, I will be doing a lot of typing.
This is, of course, after I let the chickens have a morning run, and breakfast, and get the other animals (and myself) fed. Then, if I have time, I might replant the zukes. They went from two leaves to the true leaves in about a day or two, and the roots are now climbing out the bottom of the pot.
Told ya they were ALIENS!!!
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Monday, April 18, 2011
Old School... New again?
(You know, OMG might be appropriate, I nearly forgot to put this up!)
Ok, I will be the first to admit, I am not cutting edge. I don't have a smart phone, (mine is a phone that WAS cutting edge... 5 or 6 years ago). My MP3 player is old enough that the gal says they may not have a new battery if it dies. I like to do things like garden, spin yarn, I even dust with a feather duster, not a dust catching super cloth. (I do spray the duster with Pledge, if that counts...)
So it stuck me as funny when I was working at the schools, and one of the classes were talking about recycling. I was an assistant. The kid looked up at me with one of those expressions that said I was about as wanted as a singer with laryngitis. So, I asked what the problem was. He looked at me, and replied, well, you are OLD, and you probably don't even know what recycling is, you guys STARTED the problem.
Ahem.
The old part was "old hat", with that particular age group any thing over uh, about 22 was dinosaur fodder, so I decided to work on the next part.
So, I started the problem, and I need to solve it, huh? No, he said, we KIDS are going to solve it.
Oh.
So, what are you going to do?
He thought a minute, and started talking about making things smaller, so we didn't have so much "junk". I said that was pretty good. Less junk makes less trash, but there's still trash, what do we do with that?
We recycle it, duh.
(I really wanted to recycle HIM, but I forged ahead.)
So, we recycle it how? Some of the things aren't able to be recycled. You can't always recycle some plastics, or (at the time, in our area) batteries, and let's face it, kid, some things just wear out. What then?
(I noticed the teacher hadn't interrupted us during this discussion, just had a Mona Lisa smile, I didn't ask, but I suspected this wasn't the first kid vs. adult argument with this particular carpet rodentia.)
He sort of grumbled, and the answer didn't jump back at me quite as quickly. Well, he said finally, maybe we can do something with it. I replied, yeah, I think that would be reusing. He looked shocked that I would know the term. I probably looked shocked that he didn't comment.
So, reuse, we can make something do duty as other things, maybe? He said yes, and gave me an example that he used oatmeal cans for his Legos.
Good job, said I, and we started writing some of the items for his assignment. He came up with some interesting things, but still seemed to think that anyone born before him hadn't a clue.
I thought about my Grandma that would quilt with scraps from worn out clothes, and make wool rugs with coats and such that had become hole filled. (And sometimes not, if she could get away with it!) Saving paper to write on the back, so we didn't have to buy notepads. Saving drippings for cooking. Glassware for storage.
Mom would trade with other kids a bit bigger than my size, so we would have clothing that was new to us, but we would have been in the more common term "hand-me-downs". Mom did the same for other families.
Dad saves all sorts of bits and parts, he retired from the phone company, and to this day, if they have a phone part they can't find, they check with him. Dad and Husband save metal bar stock and parts from projects so that they have a "bank" if they need something for a later breakdown or built something project.
I save all sorts of junk, and have found that while I don't necessarily use it myself all the time, I have been able to give things to others for sewing/knitting/craft projects. I use plastic food containers during the summer to freeze berries. I buy at thrift stores to add 'zing' to my wardrobe. I use things until they just fall apart, or Husband manages to drag it from my clutched fingers to replace. (I also try to learn how to fix things, if I can, so they last longer before falling apart.)
I am sure there are other things, but my 'dinosaur brain' can't think of anything more at the moment...
Nope, guess the kid is right, the former generations haven't a clue on how to reduce, reuse, and recycle.
Guess we better go catch the next ice flow out to sea...
Hey, ya know, if I get out the saw, we can cut that thing into chunks for coolers, next trip! And the shavings, add a little orange flavoring and stevia...
Uh, can we catch the next one?
Ok, I will be the first to admit, I am not cutting edge. I don't have a smart phone, (mine is a phone that WAS cutting edge... 5 or 6 years ago). My MP3 player is old enough that the gal says they may not have a new battery if it dies. I like to do things like garden, spin yarn, I even dust with a feather duster, not a dust catching super cloth. (I do spray the duster with Pledge, if that counts...)
So it stuck me as funny when I was working at the schools, and one of the classes were talking about recycling. I was an assistant. The kid looked up at me with one of those expressions that said I was about as wanted as a singer with laryngitis. So, I asked what the problem was. He looked at me, and replied, well, you are OLD, and you probably don't even know what recycling is, you guys STARTED the problem.
Ahem.
The old part was "old hat", with that particular age group any thing over uh, about 22 was dinosaur fodder, so I decided to work on the next part.
So, I started the problem, and I need to solve it, huh? No, he said, we KIDS are going to solve it.
Oh.
So, what are you going to do?
He thought a minute, and started talking about making things smaller, so we didn't have so much "junk". I said that was pretty good. Less junk makes less trash, but there's still trash, what do we do with that?
We recycle it, duh.
(I really wanted to recycle HIM, but I forged ahead.)
So, we recycle it how? Some of the things aren't able to be recycled. You can't always recycle some plastics, or (at the time, in our area) batteries, and let's face it, kid, some things just wear out. What then?
(I noticed the teacher hadn't interrupted us during this discussion, just had a Mona Lisa smile, I didn't ask, but I suspected this wasn't the first kid vs. adult argument with this particular carpet rodentia.)
He sort of grumbled, and the answer didn't jump back at me quite as quickly. Well, he said finally, maybe we can do something with it. I replied, yeah, I think that would be reusing. He looked shocked that I would know the term. I probably looked shocked that he didn't comment.
So, reuse, we can make something do duty as other things, maybe? He said yes, and gave me an example that he used oatmeal cans for his Legos.
Good job, said I, and we started writing some of the items for his assignment. He came up with some interesting things, but still seemed to think that anyone born before him hadn't a clue.
I thought about my Grandma that would quilt with scraps from worn out clothes, and make wool rugs with coats and such that had become hole filled. (And sometimes not, if she could get away with it!) Saving paper to write on the back, so we didn't have to buy notepads. Saving drippings for cooking. Glassware for storage.
Mom would trade with other kids a bit bigger than my size, so we would have clothing that was new to us, but we would have been in the more common term "hand-me-downs". Mom did the same for other families.
Dad saves all sorts of bits and parts, he retired from the phone company, and to this day, if they have a phone part they can't find, they check with him. Dad and Husband save metal bar stock and parts from projects so that they have a "bank" if they need something for a later breakdown or built something project.
I save all sorts of junk, and have found that while I don't necessarily use it myself all the time, I have been able to give things to others for sewing/knitting/craft projects. I use plastic food containers during the summer to freeze berries. I buy at thrift stores to add 'zing' to my wardrobe. I use things until they just fall apart, or Husband manages to drag it from my clutched fingers to replace. (I also try to learn how to fix things, if I can, so they last longer before falling apart.)
I am sure there are other things, but my 'dinosaur brain' can't think of anything more at the moment...
Nope, guess the kid is right, the former generations haven't a clue on how to reduce, reuse, and recycle.
Guess we better go catch the next ice flow out to sea...
Hey, ya know, if I get out the saw, we can cut that thing into chunks for coolers, next trip! And the shavings, add a little orange flavoring and stevia...
Uh, can we catch the next one?
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