lot of roof to deck

Lot roof to deck

Will it’s taken me a week to do it. Some years back it would have only taken a day or two. But I got-er done.  Will almost; need another bucket of red barn paint, and some more timbers to put the roof on it, a tarp and some two bys work for now. Anyway we now have an 8ft by 10ft deck. The old steps are still there under the deck, they had sunk because back when the built this place they did not have a compactor like they have today, and they just push in the back fill, and build the forms for the concrete steps and a 3ft square porch.  So after fifty years it sank about three inches and tilted about twenty degrees, making that first step about  a ten inches step down to a downhill slant. Good place to go for a wild ride, if you don’t watch your step.  

Meanwhile; back at the ranch Mouse

has been feeling poorly. Don’t know just what has been ailing him, but can't get a lick of work out of him. I called the vet and he said he up hartsgravel way some folks are fighting some kind of bug, so I would have to call doc Adams, he is a good old sawbones, I gave Doc Adams a call about a day ago so he should be getting here anytime,

Will I will be here he is, howdy Doc! Welcome to spilt milk ranch, ok where that belly aching rodent at? Out in the bunkhouse. Now, Doc you shouldn't talk like that about Mouse you know how he gets all riled up.   Has he got them dam nine shooters? No doc I took and put the in the strong box till he is better. Will let me take a look at him, how long has he been like this?

Will he started to say he could hear a slapping sound on the first of June, and his eyes got glass and wild looking, and then his right arm started to jerk, he mumbled something about being bitten and salmon flies. Will this is the worst case I have seen in a long time.

He going to be alright Doc isn't he. Sure he will be right as rain just get him up there on the scare creek with his fly rod. He got the worst case of trout fiver I have seen. Say Doc I have a couple of pullets you can have, we got some beeves to sale on the first, and I can pay you then. I got a baby to deliver over at the Johnson, so I will see you later. Bring me back some trout.

Will boys let’s get saddle up it looks like we are going fishing.

Thank you for stopping and god bless

Morning lot

Morning

The mountains’ echoes sound of a new day. The sun has not yet crests the mountains top, but the saws and hammers, birds, and dogs greet the rising sun. The smell of coffee and bacon on the cook compete with the blooms of roses and lilacs.  A ghostly whisper from the melting snow atop the mountain kisses the morning air.

Does it remember it was here not long ago? Amongst this chaotic clamor of sounds and smells things are missing. Are they like the snow to return someday?

Not to be heard in this call to arms, the bugle of a steam whistle of an out bound freight train.

The smell of bread baking from the Wonder bread bakery, I cry; no more red, yellow, and blue balloons.

What else is missing from this breaking day? No toast with my bacon and eggs, but I will hoist a toast to this day and wonder why they went away.

Thank you for stopping by and god bless

lot hard work

Just plan tired.

Just a late Friday moment. have been out back for the passed two days, building a 10X8 foot deck on the back of my house. I am using the lumber we salvaged  from when roof that blow off.
I'm tired and headed to the shower the bed.
Thank you for stopping by and god bless.

lot of a friend

A friend

“A friend” that does not say a lot, but it says everything. You cannot make a friend or someone would be making them and you could find them for sale at the local department store. So you cannot buy or make one.

This story is true, back there sum fifty plus years, I meet a friend, I cannot remember the day, month or year that we met. It is kind a like Jim and Spock of star trek “I have always been and will be your friend”. As things go in life we moved around and lost touch a couple of times, but we would get back together and are still friends. In 1984 I move to California, my job took me there. Sometime in 1985 I got a letter from my mom with a news paper clipping in it. The news was not good; my friend was killed when a camper he was loading on a truck fell on him. The days of home made root beer made in garbage can (that’s another story) and watermelon cooled in the river, marshmallows roasted on the camp fire, and the drives up the canyon, and all the conversations were gone and so was my friend.  I think this was the cause of the flooding in California at the time I cried a lot.

A week and a half ago I was out front mowing my lawn, when a car pull up in front of my place. A man got out, as he walks toward me, I tough I know that face but it cannot be who my eyes were telling me. He spoke “you don’t remember me” the second he spoke I knew it was Richard. My mine was in a million pieces and the tears would not be held back. We hug each other for a great five minuets in a man made rain storm of joy and talked  little about the things we did back when but it was here and now, not 1984 the last time we were together. He was here for two or three hours and we just picked up where we had left off those many years ago. 

My friend Richard Crawford.

The news paper clipping was of someone with the same name living in the same area. not my friend thank god.

Thank you for hearing my story and god bless, he did bless me with a friend.