It Is Officially Fall.

Good morning everyone, and yes, it is actually morning as I write this and it is my first blog since the official first day of fall.  Which was Saturday.  Right.  Not around here.  Fall begins the first day of September in this part of the country.  And sometimes earlier.  It’s almost winter.  And it feels like it too.  On the official first day of fall it snowed.  It mostly melted as it hit the ground due to all the rain that day which made everything rather wet. Actually we have had a lot of rain this month so everything is overly wet.  Still, not as bad as some places.  But it is wet.  Very wet.  And it snowed.  Nearly an inch of the white stuff on my deck.  Not much but too much for September.  It’s fall after all.  Sigh.  Then yesterday morning we had a thunderstorm.  It’s too cold for things like that.  But it happened anyway.  Poor Muffin.  She does not like thunderstorms.  The first thunder she heard brought her over to me.  The second time she was under the chair.  And she stayed there until it was over.  Poor kitten.  Speaking of Muffin, check out our new ‘about us’ page.  Okay, it’s a bad picture of us but I’m not exactly a photographer.  I’m me.  Sigh.  This is good COFFEE weather though.  So I’m drinking lots these days.

My coffee
This is my COFFEE today.

Speaking of COFFEE, don’t forget that Monday, October 1 is international COFFEE day!  See how many cups of COFFEE you can drink that day!  Amazing how many different fun holidays there are throughout the year.  But nothing on September 29.  So I propose that we name that day international chipmunk appreciation day!  After all, there is one for squirrels.  In January.  So why not one for chipmunks.  I like chipmunks!!

Skamper with peanut
This is Skamper, and yes, that peanut fit in his cheek.

So get out there and give a peanut to a chipmunk that day.  If you can find one.  If not, send me a peanut and I will give it to one of my chipmunks.  If I can find one.  It’s a little hard when it rains every day.  Chipmunks don’t like all this cold rain.  They don’t mind summer rain.  But it’s warmer then.  Speaking of fall.  This is the time of year that Dad and I would get out a lot on various hikes, but mostly out insulatoring.  For my newer readers, insulatoring is when we would go out and look for insulators along the railroad which Dad really enjoyed though it took me a while to actually catch on to this collecting insulators idea.  To me, at first, they were just chunks of glass or porcelain that were just not interesting and had no historical value whatsoever.  Unlike collecting old bottles.  That was interesting.  But I digress.  And of course we always brought some kind of a lunch with us that included COFFEE which we both enjoyed.  We would normally find a nice high rock hill with the sun shining brightly and we would sit and enjoy our COFFEE! Like one time we stopped on a nice sunny hill, Dad sat on a log and I looked around for a place to sit but decided to sit on the log as well.  However, my end of the log wasn’t positioned quite right.  So I tried to move it a bit.  Dad was pouring his COFFEE into the cup at the time.  He yelled.  And jumped.  Seems he ended up pouring the COFFEE on his lap instead.  Odd.  BONEHEAD!, he said.  Well, at least he was having a good time.  Odd. Why did you move the log?, he asked.  Had to, said I, otherwise my feet would have been in that puddle there.  I pointed to the spot.  Dad looked and shook his head.  Poor Dad.  He was a bit accident prone.  Something always happened to him when we were together.  Like the time we went to explore an old farm to look for some old bottles.  We came to a creek.  It had an old bridge across it.  Doesn’t look very solid, said Dad.  He thought we should look for a better way to cross.  Looks okay to me, I said, I’ll check it out.  Off I went and when I got to the middle of the bridge I jumped.  See, said I, plenty solid.  I went the rest of the way.  Dad looked, then started across.  Guess I should have mentioned the ‘crack’ I heard when I jumped.  But it wasn’t a loud cracking sound, so I thought it would be okay.  Dad got to the middle of the bridge.  There was a very loud cracking sound.  Then a loud yell.  Then a loud splash.  The look on Dad’s face.  Amazing. Too bad I didn’t have a camera.  That would have been a great picture.  For some reason Dad didn’t agree.  He also didn’t see the comical aspect.  I couldn’t stop laughing.  It was after this that Dad started bringing extra clothes along.  Amazing how often he would get wet on these treks.  But like I say, he was accident prone.  I inherited that from him.  Sigh. Guess I should stop for today.  Here’s a thought for today, ‘Why count the leaves on the tree when there are stones on the driveway?’.  Hope you all have a great week and God bless.

Steve and Muffin and critters.

It’s Friday.

Good morning one and all!  Okay, it’s not really morning.  But I like morning.  Best time of day.  So I always say ‘good morning’.  No matter what time of day it is.  After all, it is morning somewhere in the world.  So I am right when I say ‘good morning’.  No matter what time of day it is.  Sigh.  It’s one of those days.  It’s cold.  Colder than it should be this time of the year.  And it appears that is the outlook for the next several months.  Sigh.  Didn’t see any chipmunks today.  Even the peanuts I put out for them are still sitting there.  No chipmunks.  Bad sign.  Even calling for flurries tomorrow.  Not good.  Too early for that.  Finally had to give in and turn the heat on this week.  That’s the way it will be until next spring.  That’s a long time.  Sigh.  I am not a cold weather person.  This winter I just might try hibernating.  Okay, can’t quite do that.  But perhaps the way the chipmunks do it.  Sleep, eat, sleep some more.  Never go outside until the weather warms up in the spring.  Doesn’t sound so bad.  Really.  Sigh.

Fluffy blue jay
This fluffy blue jay is ready for cold weather.

Speaking of garage sales.  Or yard sales.  Or whatever you call them where you live.  I have had over 140 garage/yard sales over the years.  I used to enjoy them.  Not anymore.  Was planning to have one more this year.  Didn’t work out.  Probably just as well.  They are not fun anymore.  People have gotten very picky.  Fussy.  Hard to deal with.  Always complaining.  For example;  a lady comes to me with a 10 cent item, ‘will you take 5 cents,’ she asks.  It’s only 10 cents, I said.  I don’t want to pay that much, she said.  Then don’t buy it, I said.  But I want it, she said. Sigh.  I took the 5 cents.  I just couldn’t handle arguing over 5 cents.  I had a dozen canning jars for sale for $2.  A man looked at them and said, that’s too much, besides, I only want 4 of them.  So I said, 50 cents each.  That’s a good deal, he said, and took four of them.  Total, $2.  Amazing really.  A lady came by and wanted to buy 2 of the jars.  50 cents each, I said.  That’s cheap she said.  And bought 2 of them.  Sold 6 jars that way, then sold the remaining jars for my original $2.  Amazing.  Had a nice antique cream and sugar set for $10.  A lady came and offered me 50 cents because the sugar bowl had a chip.  It did?  I had checked it earlier and didn’t see any chip.  She showed me the chip, and let me use her magnifying glass so I could see it.  No joke.  Even with the magnifying glass it was hard to see that tiny chip.  But since she found the chip I said she could have the set half price.  She was shocked and said she would never buy something that was broken.  Then why did she offer me 50 cents.  Had a nice antique platter.  Priced it at $20. A lady said she would give me $5 and said it wasn’t worth $20 because it wasn’t old.  How do you know?  My son told me.  Where is your son?  He lives in Calgary.  That’s several hundred miles west of here.  He told on the phone, she continued.  You have your phone with you?  Of course not, it’s at home.  She seemed a bit annoyed.  She wasn’t the only one.  Sigh.  I could go on and on.  I don’t like garage sales anymore.  I’m not having any more garage sales.  It’s enough to make a person jump up and down, pull their hair, bang their head against the wall, and, and…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!  It’s okay.  I’m calm.  I’m fine.  It’s Friday.  It’s cold.  Summer’s over.  Sigh.  Enjoy your weekend and God bless!

Steve and Muffin (who is curled up sleeping in her favorite chair).