If I Haven't Had Much to Say

Things have been so crazy here..... Just no time to get it all down. Been fighting for three months with the ISP/cable/phone company over some incorrect billing they perpetrated on us. Got to the point of contacting the Attorney General and the Public Service Commission over that situation.

They turned off all our stuff Sunday, which was nasty.....thank God Liz has a cell phone... I guess that situation may be, possibly, could be, I hope, I hope, resolved now. I would not be exaggerating if I told you that in the past three months I have spent at least five hours on hold and been hung up on disconnected more times than I can count. Had I not carefully written down everything that was promised to me when we first took the deal to get the service with the speedy birdie logo, and logged the time, date, content, and the name of the employee I was being bamboozled by for every one of the multitudinous, increasing acrimonious calls I made, I would have been left paying twenty bucks more a month than I was promised.....and as far as that goes I still don't actually have a corrected bill in my hand....

We took Becky back to Potsdam to finish out the semester Sunday. Bringing her home and back took two whole days. I own a run down little cabin in the Adirondacks, no power or running water and not on any lake or anything...just a little shanty stuck in the woods. Alan and I both had that odd tingly, spidey sense that we should visit on the way home Sunday. So we did.

The cabin isn't really ON the way home as far as that goes, but we wanted some balsam fir boughs and there are firs there so....we took the long, winding, miserable run across the Bleeker Benson road and stopped in.

Good thing we did. Somebody had broken out one of the big back windows to get inside. Alan climbed in too as we didn't have the keys with us. No sign of damage and nothing missing that he saw, which is amazing. It has been burglarized before and usually the results are somewhat different.

Have I ever told you about the time thieves broke in and stole all the light bulbs and every other thing that wasn't nailed down? They also took one of those huge, cabinet style record player, stereo, radio sets that were popular along about in the late seventies. I am talking FURNITURE here. I'll bet it weighed as much as a Volkswagen. It was up a cramped and nervous-making narrow little open stairway, in the loft style upstairs bedroom. We would have moved it out ourselves but for the daunting thought of getting it down those stairs.

That and the fact that it hadn't worked in years.
(Thanks guys for getting it out of there for us.)

This time Alan picked up a few things that were lying around that had been left behind, including a nice old iron frying pan, which I will use to cook out at camp (Pecks that is) next summer. He will have to get back up there with his buddy and board up the broken window....oh, and we did get some fir boughs.

More Horses in Strange Places

Sunday Stills....the Letter T

Trotting

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Thanks

In Retrospect

This is about how I felt after dinner yesterday.

I hope you all had as good a time as you could yesterday, with family, friends and a fine festival of foodiness.

And thankfulness.

We did...we have so much to be thankful for and yesterday was no exception. Thanks go to Liz for cooking a fabulous feast all by herself. How many 23-year-olds can cook and serve an entire traditional Thanksgiving dinner? Six pies...including a mince pie just for me because I am the only one who likes it. I will freeze individual slices and have pie for a long time to come....plus peach for Alan and apple and pumpkin for everybody. And she got the dressing just right and made a lot of it, without frying the microwave like I did a couple of years ago. The turkey was just right too....and the potatoes and every other thing as well. She worked at it for three days.....I am so proud of her....and it all was so very good.

I am thankful that our Breezey 375 is home. It feels complete and right here now. And she is a great help in so many ways. We missed her a lot. It is going to be miserable to take her back on Sunday.... Can't wait for the next break.

And I am thankful that those &%#** Jersey heifers that jumped the fence didn't get any farther than the 30-acre lot before Alan and his friend happened upon them while out hunting and brought them back in.

I am also thankful that the friend, who lost his very expensive cell phone way up in back....way, way, way up in back under the power lines....was able to find it, after his dad gave him a firmly worded ultimatum on that topic. (Along the lines of get back there and look for it and don't come home without it. lol) They looked and looked (finding in the course of the search my gun sling, which Alan lost a couple of deer hunts ago) and finally stopped to talk. Alan asked the friend something about looking for the phone, the esteemed young friend looked down between his feet...right where he was standing...and there it was! I suspect he was even more thankful that I was.

We had a wonderful day yesterday...food, family, friends and peaceful contentment. (Not to mention Sunday chair naps for the old folks.) Today it is back to sweating the finances and trying to do right...but the interlude was fine and I liked it.

Wishing

All of our friends and family, across the river,

across the country, around the world and around our home town

a very Happy Thanksgiving.

One of the things we are most thankful for is all of you.

Have a great day.

Tales of the Deer Stand

The waters were still in the Adirondacks yesterday...so many lakes, so many mirrors

To answer requests for the details of the deer hunt..... Hunter-in-Chief went out to his stand in the old pasture before milking. Saw three, shot one, thought he missed it. Chased all over the hill looking for it, following some incredibly lively deer, finally gave up and went back to look where he first shot. There was a nice doe. The ones he had been chasing were completely different deer, which explained their amazing stamina and agility. (Anyone who professes that a .243 isn't enough gun for deer is mistaken I fear.)



This deer was amazingly fat, with 2.5 inches of fat on her hinder parts. She was a big un too, very heavily muscled. Having a fisheries and wildlife student, who has studied meat cutting is a pleasantly advantageous thing I must say. Instead of a few haggled up steaks and a lot of stew meat (we process our own), we have tenderloin steaks, London Broil cuts and numerous other tasty dinner options. For farmers who have been out of meat for weeks and can't get our beefer processed just now that pile of frozen venison on shelf number one in the freezer is like Thanksgiving and Christmas rolled into one.

BTW, I took some pictures of the carcass before we processed it...just to show how big it was. If you want to see them I will put them up....maybe over on the View so I don't offend any sensibilities. Let me know if you do want to see them.



Update: A six point buck has just joined the doe. The kid was only out of the house about twenty minutes.... we had an outlaw from town stop and offer today to take the kid out and teach him to hunt. I kinda didn't know what to say to him....except maybe no thanks

Check out the odd asymmetry of the antlers on this guy

Update number 2...you have to check out Jan's blog for the darnedest story about deer and hunting that I have ever seen.....bar none! Do take time to watch the video. The ending is simply beyond belief!!

Hoss's in Long Lake

Do click and zoom. This is an incredible store and we were so glad we stopped. Two floors of all things Adirondack. They even have those little balsam fir incense thingies my grandma used to buy when we were kids. It was like stepping back in time!
And check out that center pic...guess who's home for the holiday!

On the Menu Last Night

Potatoes from Pines...we bought a hundred pounds for twenty bucks and they are really nice!

Beets, frozen during the summer.......

And.......... dum, da, dum, dum......venison.

Macro Monday

These cool and sometimes downright cold fall days have their upsides right along with the down. Many days we are greeted with sunrises of peach and apricot with every blade of grass frosted like a birthday cake for winter. Nights are surrounded by the sweet lullaby of sleepy geese rocking in the cradle of the river. They are flowing south now like pepper from a shaker, some days thousands at a time. Yesterday early one big flock flew north toward the river while a second surged west toward a cornfield gleaning party. They crossed each other in flight like origami on the wing. I waited and watched to see if they collided or broke apart, but one flock was a few feet above the other and they slipped by easily, barking like a big batch of beagles.

Even the weeds have their lovely moments, whether it is the frost coated goldenrod or this sprig of ordinary catnip painted purple by the freezing night time temperatures. This morning it is downright shiverish, which just makes that first cup of coffee all the more welcome.

For more Macro Monday

Sunday Stills...Horses

This is my favorite horse pic. This horse and another live on our way over to the college. They always look so color-coordinated out in their field.


Had to use the archives for this challenge. Our only horse these days is a mini named Jack and he would NOT cooperate. I did get a nice pic of one of his feet.....For more Sunday Stills...

****Happy Birthday, Scott!

Second Week of Deer Camp

For all you Yoopers out there. Go listen. Seriously
(or maybe not so seriously)


ITS THE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMP
I GOT A SWOLLEN HEAD
I'M LYING WITH THE DUST BALLS
UNDERNEATH MY BED

AN ICY BREEZE IS BLOWING IN
THROUGH THE TONGUE AND GROOVE
MY PANTS ARE FROZEN TO THE FLOOR
AND I'M TOO SICK TO MOVE

I DIDN'T DRINK TOO MANY
ONLY THIRTY CANS OF BEER
IT MUST HAVE BEEN THAT LAST SHOT
THAT PUT ME UNDER HERE

CHORUS:
IT'S THE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMP
AND ALL THE GUYS ARE HERE
WE DRINK PLAY CARDS AND SHOOT THE BULL
BUT NEVER SHOOT NO DEER
THE ONLY TIME WE LEAVE THE CAMP
IS WHEN WE GO FOR BEER
THE SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMP
IS THE GREATEST TIME OF YEAR

I REMEMBER PLAYING POKER
THAT WEASEL MUSTA WON
HE'S WEARING MY NEW SWAMPERS
AND SLEEPING WITH MY GUN

HE'S SNORING LIKE A CHAIN SAW
THE CAMP SMELLS LIKE A DUMP
SOMEONE'S DIRTY UNDERWEAR
IS HANGING ON THE PUMP

MUKKU’S IN THE WOOD BOX
EENER’S PASSED OUT ON THE STOVE
HIS FLANNEL SHIRT IS SMOKING
I WONDER IF HE KNOWS

CHORUS

VITO’S CRAWLING THROUGH THE DOOR
I THINK HE GOT FROSTBITE
HE PASSED OUT IN THE OUTHOUSE
AND HE'S BEEN THERE SINCE LAST NIGHT

THEN GOOFUS STUMBLES THROUGH THE DOOR
HE SAYS HE GOT A BUCK
HE WAS COMING FROM THE WAYSIDE
AND HE KILLED IT WITH HIS TRUCK

THEN MUUSTI CRACKS A BEER AND SAYS
ITS TIME TO CELEBRATE
GOOFUS GOT THE FIRST BUCK
SINCE 1968

Complaint Free Wednesday

Normally on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving we here at Northview are frantically cooking ahead, cleaning the house, fitting chores in between etc. However, this year I am planning on spending any free time that I have complaining about the government. This guy made me do it.

He may wish folks would quit griping about the barrage of bad legislation and total insanity coming out of Washington today, but d I don't think he is going to get his wish.

Opening Day

It is opening day of the southern deer hunting zone here in upstate NY. Can't say as it is my favorite time of year. I love venison and our freezer is devoid of meat other then three sets of pig ribs.. As landowners we get a couple of dmp permits and three of us have regular licenses. I am hoping somebody fills one of our tags.

It is a worrisome time too though. Despite our posted signs strangers will be wandering over our property. Along with that willingness to break the law in pursuit of a deer usually comes disregard for safe hunting, sensible gun handling, fair take and the location of other people. And livestock. After all, if you freely walk past a posted sign to hunt someone else's land you are willingly breaking one hunting regulation. How much do you care about the others?

The Jersey heifers were brought in off the hill yesterday. They are the wrong color for the "if it's brown it's down" crowd and the heifer pasture abuts some land belonging to a housing development, which is a source of many of the sneaky clowns we will be unwillingly be hosting.

Hunter in chief is out in his stand already, waiting for the sun to rise. I wish him luck. I wish all you hunters out there a safe day...just please hunt the state lands or places where you have permission. .....I don't mean to be so cranky, but I am tired of calling the police on the ones we find, sometimes right in the pasture with the cattle....

Ball of Sunshine

Up in the heifer woods. This little bit of glade is on the WEST side of the pasture woods and this was taken at sunrise and yet this one little spot just glowed, with reflected light I guess. I wanted to go up there and bask in the beauty, but it was milking time so I settle for a fardistant shot from the porch and attention to daily duty.




And this is the best I could do for a shot of the faster-than-a-speeding-bullet cat food can stealing moves of our resident cat burglar. This is Gael, racing by with a stolen cat food can lifted from Elvis' breakfast. Periodically we needs must clean her can collection out of her crate in the pantry where she stashes them for future use....not sure what she wants to do with them...maybe build a space shuttle?

A Request

Things aren't going well for the family of one of my very favorite bloggers. If you can find it in your schedule and your heart, please go offer Sara some words of strength and kindness. (I know you are the kindest folks there are.)

Project Laundry List

What a great idea! We have never had a drier, although now that the washer has retired from the fray, I sometimes use them at the laundromat. We have instead two clotheslines made from really heavy rope. (None of your skinny little grocery store lines for this farmer. It takes some serious twine to keep overalls and suchlike off the lawn.)

In the winter we have my grandma's old laundry bars, the boss's late mother's set and two modern ones. I must be weird because I think a line of clothes ebbing and flowing in a nice brisk breeze is a lovely sight. Maybe I don't watch enough TV. Anyhow, there seems to be a movement back to doing the drying like grandma did and I am all for it. I have a suggestion for all those anonymous note senders who like to whine about other people's laundry....look the other way.

He Thinks Your Duck Call's Sexy

After months, nay years, of annoying us all half to death with turkey calls, Alan has switched to goose calls...and duck calls...(who knew that I could miss those turkey calls so much?)

Anyhow, this afternoon he went out after turkeys. Not seeing any he leaned on a wagon right behind the cow barn. Off and on he heard a little rustling in the brush nearby, but didn't pay much attention.

Practicing those duck calls on the hundreds flying over you know.....

Then something made him glance to the side. And there less than six feet away, staring intently at him, was a six-point buck. I guess it would be hard to say which one of them was more startled. That pesky call might not appeal to me or to duck, but deer...that's a whole nother story.

Congressman Rogers on the Healthcare Debacle

Sent to me by a good friend who suggested I forward it..... Take a couple minutes to watch it if you can. There is a lot packed into a short four minutes.

Around the Water Cooler

Liz has this shorthorn/Holstein bull calf for sale. Fifty dollars. He will make a nice compact steer for anybody who wants to raise some beef in the back yard. He is well started and a real lively guy.

Or the farmer equivalent, up in the parking lot at LJ Hand Farm Store....the boss was talking to a prominent local farmer yesterday, a fellow we think a lot of. We are kind of out of the loop up here on the hill, but the boss's friend knows everybody and all that is going on in the farm community.

What he heard was some really horrible stories that actually made us feel lucky as we face problems we have never seen before here at Northview. A lot of our neighbors are in trouble and just waiting for beef and heifer prices to take a jump to sell out. If and when that happens this county is going to look a lot different than it does now. We are better off than a lot and that is a pretty darned sad thing to say about the industry that is the backbone of this rural county.