My Git Up and Go Got Up and Went

Hurray! I'm connected again after only existing in the real world for three weeks. Not long before Christmas a snowstorm of heavy wet snow broke major branches on every ancient oak in the remote horse camp where I lived for almost six years. One branch bounced off my trailer and blocked me inside with my two dogs and eight cats for 20 hours and the power was out for much of the time. Luckily I still had a phone connection. I called for help and eventually help came.

That's when I came to the conclusion I had better do as my daughter has wanted me to do - move in with her. I was not doing a very good job of taking care of myself, living out there by myself. So I'm moving - slowly. Jane has helped a lot but she can't spare much time from her on-line job. She helps organize me when my brain shuts down. She will help a lot when we start sorting all my stuff by convincing me to throw a lot of stuff away. We have double everything - hers and mine. I will store extra things in my trailer when our neighbor Ed tows it over here.

Today Ed towed his flat bed trailer out to my trailer and he and Kyle, a guy I hired to help, moved two sheds, two non-operating small chest freezers, a refrigerator, and a lot of stepping stones. Kyle also took the fence around my yard down. One more trip for a chain link kennel and other stuff and I will be able to do the rest. Then Ed will move the trailer over here.

I am discouraged at how fast I get too tired to go on. But at 86 I guess I'm lucky to be functioning as well as I do. Gotta count my blessings. I guess sooner or later things will get back to normal and I can live my life in Gather World again.

I've got a lot more stories and articles to write. I hope there will still be people out there who want to read them. Things are happening faster than I can write. For instance, I think last night we were visited by a Red Weasel. My big black Smokey barked furiously trying to tell us that something was out there in the dark, but we didn't let him out. Mexican illegals go through here and sometimes they cut the throats of dogs that accost them. But this morning Jane found something had killed two roosters. (She's too chicken to kill them herself) I think it was the dreaded Red Weasel that the Indians around here are so superstitious about. They won't even say the name. Whatever it was ate only the rooster's heads. So Jane dug graves and gave them a nice funeral.

It looks as if life on this mountainside overlooking the I-8 freeway that we can see about a mile away down slope will not be dull.