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[CapricornFarm]

And happy. That was the kicker for me.
He's grown to rely on me heavily and I could tell he wanted to come with me when I left the first day. It was a major kick to the heart.

My Mom insisted she was going to stay the first time i brought her back to her former home. I had to guide her out by her arm. She was not happy. But she always seemed happy at the places she stayed in.

 

[DobieLover]

My Mom insisted she was going to stay the first time i brought her back to her former home. I had to guide her out by her arm. She was not happy. But she always seemed happy at the places she stayed in.

Thanks for sharing these things with me. I like knowing what could be coming so I can deal with it.

 

[Shadrach]

Good morning Cafe.
Coffee is made.
It is I believe what passes for summer in the UK.
The most noticable change is my world here has got noisier.
I went down to the Polish bakery this morning to get some fresh bread. I took the long way round past some of the larger houses with gardens; a leftover from the days when Bristol was a prosperous port and trading city.
I counted 3 gardens with medium size lawns with sit on petrol driven mini tractors with vastly overweight white sweaty bodies sitting on them as they went back and forth over some grass that in my youth would have been cut by a triple bladed push along mower.
A bit further on yet more noise. I stood there for a moment or two watching yet another overweight body wielding a leaf blower, a noisy pointless contraption, trying to blow a handfull of leaves off a concrete path. Did the yard broom become suddenly unavailable due to some international crisis?
The bodies are out and it isn't a pleasant sight. Mountains of fat squeezed into sports style lycra dragging a string of protesting mini fat balls apparently called children behind them or pushing some over designed baby buggy that looks more sophisticated than many cars.
The local council workforce are out and about early with petrol driven strimmers cutting those bits of verge next to the pavements. They used to do this with a hand scythe or sickle when I was young.

I may be lucky and the English drizzle may fall and drive the people back into their houses but I think I'll leave for the allotments early and if it's just drizzle, stand out in it with the chickens.

 

[Sally PB]

DL, everything you and DH are going through is a big deal.

 

[DobieLover]

Good morning Cafe. Thanks for coffee Shad. Seems like Bristol is competing with the US for lazy, overweight people. Just so you know, we're still winning.

 

[Sally PB]

Seems like Bristol is competing with the US for lazy, overweight people. Just so you know, we're still winning.

USA! USA!

 

[sourland]

Good morning, Cafe', and thanks for the coffee. My, we're a chipper lot this morning.

 

[Mtn Margie]

Yo! I have 5 inches of snow on the ground and I just got back from feeding horses and saying "HI", to my moosie friend who was hanging out with them~ 30 ft. It is not his time of year to be feisty so the horses are all chill. I think it wants to get sunny out there too!

 

[sourland]

Yo! I have 5 inches of snow on the ground and I just got back from feeding horses and saying "HI", to my moosie friend who was hanging out with them~ 30 ft. It is not his time of year to be feisty so the horses are all chill. I think it wants to get sunny out there too!

Wow, just wow on the snow. Does winter ever end there?

 

[ronott1]

Good morning Cafe.
Coffee is made.
It is I believe what passes for summer in the UK.
The most noticable change is my world here has got noisier.
I went down to the Polish bakery this morning to get some fresh bread. I took the long way round past some of the larger houses with gardens; a leftover from the days when Bristol was a prosperous port and trading city.
I counted 3 gardens with medium size lawns with sit on petrol driven mini tractors with vastly overweight white sweaty bodies sitting on them as they went back and forth over some grass that in my youth would have been cut by a triple bladed push along mower.
A bit further on yet more noise. I stood there for a moment or two watching yet another overweight body wielding a leaf blower, a noisy pointless contraption, trying to blow a handfull of leaves off a concrete path. Did the yard broom become suddenly unavailable due to some international crisis?
The bodies are out and it isn't a pleasant sight. Mountains of fat squeezed into sports style lycra dragging a string of protesting mini fat balls apparently called children behind them or pushing some over designed baby buggy that looks more sophisticated than many cars.
The local council workforce are out and about early with petrol driven strimmers cutting those bits of verge next to the pavements. They used to do this with a hand scythe or sickle when I was young.

I may be lucky and the English drizzle may fall and drive the people back into their houses but I think I'll leave for the allotments early and if it's just drizzle, stand out in it with the chickens.

My yard tools are now battery powered. The lawn mower is very quiet.

I was pulling weeds from the spacer in the cement at our driveway when the neighbor told me I should use weed killer. I told him that I would rather pull the little bit of weeds there-- It is an half inch gap after all-- rather than expose my self to a carcinogen!