A little sight seeing


Driving around Detroit, we found the Motown museum.

We saw a beautiful Church in Ohio.  Attending a wedding in an old church with no A/C on the first 90 degree day, it was a wee bit hot.  The Priest was really cute, he cut the service short stating the bride and groom would be just as married if he spoke for 20 minutes or 60.  I adore clergy with a sense of humor.  

We enjoyed a bit of Americana at the War Memorial in Findlay, OH.  I adore small towns with a sense of honor and history.


Lest We Forget.  Three haunting words in the midst of the flags, the names of the fallen who gave the ultimate sacrifice, and the tribute from their grateful neighbors and friends.

Finishing up the day with a local brew.  Some of the names made me smile.  I’m glad they make an IPA for a Rough Day.  But I went with the Fathead’s Sunshine Day Dream.
Have you seen anything good in this Lovely Month of June?

Foggy days-daze

Ever have one of those ‘foggy’ days, when thoughts are fleeting and lost?

Yesterday I was in a foggy daze.

I got lost.

I got found.

I messed up every time I turned around.

It’s not me.  That’s not who I am.

Who is it then?

Shaking off the fog, I was watching myself as if I was someone else.

I had to laugh at myself to keep from a dark and sinister condemnation.

What is worse then tearing your own self down?

My big challenge:  to speak to myself, about myself, in caring and supportive tones.

That’s not easy.

But…..(don’t you just cringe at the but?)

BUT!  I am sharp, well thought out, decisive, articulate, funny, resourceful, practical, forgiving, and kind.  I am confident, capable, well able to get from point A to point B without getting lost.  I see detail, and have a great memory.  I don’t fail, I learn.  I can do this, even when it’s foggy.

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image from Pinterest.

 

Chainsaws and bees

 

We are always very careful about running loud machinery around the beehives.  Bees are sensitive to loud vibrating sounds, light in their dark hives, scents that they don’t know, and any other thing a female group could be sensitive.  Just saying, this is a whole lot of girls to keep happy.

Imagine the surprise at opening a log with a chainsaw, and not being immediately attacked?  What?

The friendliest bees in S. Texas are were in a log, and now they are getting comfy in a box with all their brood, bees, queen, and some sugar for being so sweet.

What amazing creatures.

I’m so grateful for this experience.  Even when it doesn’t go so well, or when we get together with some Kranky gals, I’m still amazed by how they work, what they do, how they produce, and how sweet they can be when I least deserve it.

Have I been stung, you bet.  Did I deserve it?  Mostly, but sometimes these gals are just horrid, and it takes some management to get the disposition of the hive to turn.  Yep, it’s a Regicide.  The queen is a gonner if the hive gets mean, because she is the driver.

Do I understand, Nope?  I’m just working the best that I can.

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This is a photo I took a few weeks ago when we were feeding.  She smelled the sugar on my hands and stopped  by to see what was left.  No stings, no fuss, just a drop in to see what was up.

I really like my bees.  Isn’t she beautiful?

I’m also very grateful that most of my encounters with bees have been quite pleasant.  They are amazing little creatures.

Happy Spring


Out in the bee yard this weekend.  80 degrees, flowers and trees and of course, bees.


The Yaupon is blooming.  It’s the start of the nectar flow.  Yaupon is in the Holly family, but the leaves aren’t sharp, it’s a friendlier holly.  The Yaupon honey is really good.  With good weather, we should get our first honey harvest in about a month. 

All my pictures from 3/18/17. 

Cancelled plans on a Tuesday

Lunch meeting cancelled.

The silence is deafening.

Lot’s of invites out in the email, lot’s of messages in the voicemail.

Who will respond first?

Twiddling my thumbs….do people do that anymore, or is it just me?

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Going on strike

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Dog surgery update:  We are going into our 3rd week of recovery since the big surgery on the 13th.  Sedatives were given, pain pills, sausage, cheese, beef, lots of hand feeding and laying on the floor with the patient.

Things are looking pretty good.  The incision has healed well, despite the fact that we are on the 2nd larger cone.  Rascal circumvented his original cone and got to his incision one night.  Trying to keep the hyperactive animal entertained has been challenging, but we are halfway through the recovery process on Monday.

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My husband released the hound from his Cone, and rubbed his neck for a bit.  Rascal was soooooo happy.

I think I’d like to be a dog for a little while.  Lay in the sunshine, be petted, fed, and just love the family.

What we do for the love of a dog.

Doggie Surgery

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My super frisbee wonder dog tore his ACL.  Now we have pain meds, sedatives, and a 6 week recovery.

The Vet laughed when I said I need a sedative too…I wasn’t joking!

I’m a little beside myself trying to keep him contained.  He’s made his cone worthless twice.  But he is starting to put weight on his right leg again.  He’s never been contained, but he is crate trained.  OMG…I’ve been hand feeding him, and I think he’s taken to it.  I may have created a monster.

Jeesh.  What I do for the love of a dog.

Not in the holiday spirit, just funny

I’m so tired of offended individuals.


So all you whiney, complaining, offended, grasping for the smallest slight so that you can continue your drama…I have a pill for you.

If I have to endure one more article on “fake news” by a fake news repository, like they are surprised, I’m going to put them up an Academy Award.

It is Christmas, for Christmas sake, be nice to each other and stop complaining.

Thank you and goodnight.