Friday, Yet Another Early Morning

Woke up at two. The boss's knee is bothering him and he got up to sleep in his chair.

Woke up at four. Alan's good friend was pulling up the driveway for their rain and miserable weather, cold and gloomy as heck, better them than me, opening day turkey hunt. Wally, the unhousebreakable, cat-crushing (he murdered my dear little Comedy cat last year), sneaky, laundry-peeing, (and herb garden too...he doesn't get out of his kennel much) nasty-rotten blue heeler was barking his head off of course. So was our late and beloved Grandma Peggy's little pound hound Sadie. Soon sounds of the blue bomber rumbling through gates and up the hill announced their departure on what I hope will be a safe and successful trip. We have literally hundreds of wild turkeys so a couple of fat toms won't be missed. Wild turkey tastes just like tame turkey except skinny and stringy and dry, but the boys love to hunt and food is food. Thank God May doesn't last too long though, as I am mightily tired of hearing turkey calls in the barn...in the house...in the car....everywhere. The kid is good with or without his mouth call, but really.....

As I lay there in bed debating whether to get up and play computer and take the house dogs out and feed the cat and start the first load of laundry of the day, I realized that my recent tirade about phone calls might be misinterpreted by people whom I love and WANT to call me. I decided to take it down. The army recruiters and Sienna college poll folks are not going to see it. However, folks I really like to hear from might and might think I am too busy to talk to them.....never happen, friends and family can call every day, twice a day and I will only be delighted, but that is where it went anyhow. So call me. You know who you are. Your know I love to hear from you. lol

I got to thinking as I debated the relative merits of a few more minutes snuggled under that red horse blanket thingie that is so warm against a few minutes pounding the keyboard (recently anointed with Lysol in honor of the North American, H1N1, swine, shine, whine flu's arrival in the area), I realized how much I rely on the friends I have made blogging for support, comfort and entertainment.

Thanks for being there folks and for sharing your trials, tribulations, joys, sorrows, tales of your lives and wonderful photos of same with this NY farm wife. I learn so much from you every day, whether it is bird identification, wild plants in Florida, or ranching and farming everywhere from Colorado, to Alberta, to Oregon and Kansas. Missouri. Alabama. Mexico and GB and all over the north, south, east and west....even right here at home in NY. It is all a great way to start the day. Keep up the good work!