7 November 2018 – Sunny and a high of 35

Anyone who has ever lived in the country, especially on a dirt road will understand the never-ending war on dust.  When we built this house, all of our neighbors said, “Don’t get a lot of carpet.  It’s impossible to keep clean.”  So we didn’t, and instead went with this dark flooring.

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Beautiful dark floor….impossible to keep clean!

I can still hear the words of warning from one of my past co-workers, Cindy, who said, “Don’t get dark floors.  They will always look dirty!”  Obviously, I didn’t listen and Cindy, if you’re out there, you were absolutely right.  The thing is, I love the look of these dark floors, especially when they are clean.  The problem is (and believe me this is NOT something I would describe as a problem in any other context) we live on a dirt road, have a dirt driveway, our yard, while filling in with some grass, is still mostly dirt from construction.  Add to that our mostly outdoor activities, which leads to muddy, dirty boots in and out of the house all day.  Oh, don’t forget the super fuzzy and dirt- loving Sheriff, or rather, Joe Dirt.!  The cumulative result of these factors is a very dirty/dusty looking floor.

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Sheriff helping in the garden
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Joe Dirt

It seems I am constantly sweeping, vacuuming, and mopping. I admit it has become somewhat of a neurosis, but when I see dusty paw prints or dust bunnies, I become a bit of a crazy lady and make a mad dash for the broom….. or my Halloween ride!  Dave is a complete team player, mostly taking off his boots when coming in the house and he even went so far to build me a mop/broom station for organization.

Two days ago he again proved to be the MVP on the Holler.  He went to get the mail and came back and said, “Look what I got ya!”  And I was more than super excited to see it was a robotic vacuum cleaner!  This is something I would have never bought for myself, but Dave is always solutions oriented and probably also tired of me crabbing about the dirty floors.

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My super new robot vacuum….I’m Jenny Jetson!  Love it!

So here is my product review.  This vacuum sucks.  And that is awesome for a vacuum whose only job is to suck.  It is smart enough to work its way around the room, it can go over hard floor and carpet, it’s slim enough to fit under the sofas and bedroom furniture, and when its battery starts running low, it finds its way back to the charging station.  Win, win, win!  Thanks, Dave!  We do have to keep an eye on Joey, because he is quite interested in the thing and would probably like nothing better than to jump on it and tear it to pieces.  Don’t do it, Joey!

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What kind of toy is this?   Hmmmmm?

We have been busy here, and despite the cold temperatures and wind, we built a fence for our neighbor, Sheri.

That was about a 3 day project, building H’s one day, 80 T-posts the next, and hanging wire on the third.  We’ve become pretty efficient with the fence tool and post cannon, but we still get pretty sore from fence building.

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I’m driving Babe back from the fence build.  The Sheriff  usually rides shotgun with me and doesn’t like when I drive something without him! 

I have sad news on the animal front regarding Goose the cat.  Goose went missing about 3 weeks ago and while most country folks don’t think that is that long for a barn cat to wander, I feel like she must’ve gotten eaten by a coyote or a hawk.  We see and hear coyotes almost every day and they also have to eat. Goose was pretty little and not so smart, poor thing.  Maverick has always been more athletic, easily evading Joey and the neighbor dogs and shooting up a tree when necessary.  He seems much happier without Goose, but Dave and I are sad and hopeful that either she still might return or that she met a quick ending. Another piece of country advice:  Don’t get too attached to barn cats.

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Come back, Goose!  or RIP Goose! 

Finally, we had a fun night out last night.  As is our new tradition, we spend election Tuesday evening with our dear friends, Cowboy and Linda, and drive 6 miles to the Pringle Fire Hall and cast our ballots.  Then we walk literally around the building into the Hitch Rail Bar and Grill and have a delicious cheeseburger and some beers.  Then we go vote again….just kidding.  As we were driving there early yesterday evening, we saw an enormous bald eagle soaring along the highway.  What a cool thing to see when heading to exercise your civic duty!

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The HitchRail Bar with the Red Tower of the Pringle Volunteer Fire Dept and polling station just behind.

November has set in and things have slowed.  Temps are dipping into the teens in the evenings and the days are cool but fortunately there has been a lot of sunshine and not a lot of that cold, white, fluffy stuff we won’t mention by name. We aren’t feeding cows yet, but they are all fat and contentedly laying around by mid-morning with full bellies from the grazing that remains in the pastures. Days are short, but sweet and we are looking forward to a fun, productive November, and also some dust-free floors!!!

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Rancher Dave and Cowboy Dave pushing Rose, the cow, out of the High Lonesome Driveway.  WHO LET THE COWS OUT?