The other night when we were sitting down to watch TV and the Presidential Address was on, I said to Fred “I still can’t believe we actually have a black President. That’s way too cool. I feel like we’re living in an episode of 24. I expect to see Jack Bauer sidling across the background wearing his man purse.”
Fred laughed. “Welcome to the future!”
Maybe we’ll see a female president in office in a couple of seasons?
I finally FINALLY have a PO Box closer than the one in Madison (the drive to check that PO Box was getting on my nerves). If you’ve got my PO Box address, update your address books, ’cause the one in Madison will be going bye-bye soon*.
AND THEN SEND ME ONE MEELLION DOLLARS!
*Well, it won’t really be going anywhere – it’ll still be there, I just won’t be getting the mail that goes there.
The good thing about having a BrooderCam is that I can see what the baby chicks are doing without having to haul my ass the 80 feet to the outbuilding to see in person (though of course I go out there regularly to touch the babies with the fangers, ’cause they’re so damn cute).
The bad thing about having a BrooderCam is that if a baby chick is laying asleep in front of the camera for too long, Fred will call and ask me to look at the live feed and determine whether the chicken is sleeping or dead. (Luckily, the answer all day yesterday was “sleeping.”)
Fred called when I was at the grocery store yesterday and told me to call him when I got home because he had news.
“Well, tell me now!” I said.
“I’d rather wait ’til you’re at home,” he said.
“Oh, will it make me mad and want to swear profusely?” I said.
“No, the opposite I think,” he said.
So I called him when I got home, and he told me that this time when he called the niece of the woman who’d built our house (he’d tried calling before a few times and didn’t get an answer), she answered, and they talked for about 45 minutes.
She said that it brought tears to her eyes to hear that we love our house so much, and that we did a lot of work inside, that we’ve got a garden and chickens and a small orchard.
And the best thing? She said that she has a box of pictures, and that she’ll get them out of storage and send them to us! We’ve wished ever since we first saw this house that we could see what it’s looked like in the years since it was first built, and now we’re going to get to!
That is way too awesome.
She also said that she has friends in the area and gets down this way every now and then (she lives in Tennessee), and she’d like to stop by and see the inside of the house if that was okay with us.
“Did you tell her that she’s welcome to stop by whenever she wants, because we’ll pump her for information?” I said.
“I did,” Fred said.
The house was built in 1930, she said, which means it’s 79 years old – older than we thought! They had chickens here, and a mule that they used to plow the back forty (which was pasture), and the cement pad in the back yard held a house that was floor-to-ceiling shelves that held all their canned goods. What’s now the computer room and laundry room used to be one big sun room, and what’s our dining room now used to be a bedroom/ sitting room.
I am DYING to see those old pictures. I can’t wait!
BEST foster news ever! Lem and Delmar got adopted last night – TOGETHER!!!! Yay!!!!!
Marion is in “quarantine” in a foster home because she bit someone at the store, and Claudette is in a cage by herself at the store. The side benefit of Claudette being alone is that now she’s starting to come out of her shell.
Samba and Rumba are going to be spayed tomorrow. Of course after I mentioned yesterday that once I bring them home tomorrow night I’m going to separate them for a few days and see if that’ll help make them friendlier, Rumba started coming around to be petted last night. She’s actually the friendlier of the two kittens, but I’m still going to separate them to see if I can get Samba to the point where she doesn’t look like I’m trying to murder her if I attempt to pet her.
Have I mentioned that these kittens are seriously cute? Probably not. They are, you know.
Kitten’s all “I think that’s my food?”
Miz Poo‘s all “Don’t make me hurt you, kid.”
More kitten pics (fun with the laser pointer!) over at Love & Hisses.
2008: We watched as fucko stopped, picked something up, and went back to his own property.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Why she felt the need to ostentatiously walk up and down the property line so many times instead of just coming over and talking to Fred, I have no idea.
2004: Interesting how that works, no?
2002: Woulda made a good picture.
2001: No entry.
2000: Have you ever noticed that if you read or say the same word over and over, it ceases to make any kind of sense?