Happy New Year!

Hog Jowls are on sale.

So are Collards.

So are Black-Eyed Peas.

Peas are for pennies; greens are for dollars; and cornbread is for gold.

We are going to eat that Prime Rib I mentioned earlier that was on sale…………………….for clogged arteries?  Maybe gout?  Or hemochromatosis?

I do think collards would go with Prime Rib.  Mashed potatoes, too. Hmmmmmmmmm, I need another vegetable.

I’ve got this tuber-casserole-thing that’s frozen (the recipe has a much prettier name—–something like, “Harvest Combo Delight”—–it’s a tuber casserole—–would a rose by any other name smell as sweet?—–it’s too early for quotes——I’ll stop)……………the casserole could be good, if there’s not too much freezer-burn on it, then I could opt out on the mashed potatoes (shhhhhhhhhh, don’t tell anybody about the freezer burn…………..I’ll just sand off the edges).

~~~Time out to check on cat-shenanigans…again…~~~

 

After my children wake up, should I tell them that the cats were licking their gummy vitamins?

 

 

Decisions~~~Decisions………………….not sure what the answer will be yet………………

Now the cats are trying to flip over the lap-top because I hid their Temptations Kitty treats under it (to keep them occupied and away from the gummy vitamins)…………………the up-side to that is, at least I know where the cats are.

Back to the vegetables……………………..I’ll check the sale paper……………………..problem solved.

It’s cold, so there will be the obligatory fire.

And again with the pyromania referencing………………………who knew!?!

 

So today should be a relaxed day with old movies, family, fire (heh, heh), and food…………….

Oh, I know………………..we’ll do that stupid puzzle…

The one I got of those aerial-photo puzzles of your home and where you live.

Well, it’s great if you live in a city, or mapped suburbia, or identifiable anywhere.

Not us.

It’s a picture puzzle of a bunch of tree-tops……………and some sand……………….

That’s it, that’s all that shows…………………oh, and a corner of our barn roof (but only if you look really close).

Swamp land looks pretty uniform from the air.

I tried sending it back to the catalog (a couple of times).  They kept mailing it back to me………………..so I ultimately gave up.

 

I do have to sink three gate posts sometime today………………..I should do that this morning……………….or at least one of them.        Ground Rot.

Maybe this New Year I can get an auger attachment for the tractor. This post-hole digging by hand is getting kind of old………………….

These guys should last though.  My daughter and I chain-sawed them from one of our really huge telephone poles.

Plus the left over tops I can stack and make jumps in the back yard for the horses………………I guess I’ll have to learn how to jump again……………..hmmmmmm.

Shhhhhhhhhhhh…………..don’t tell my Orthopedic Surgeons……………….

(It’s surprising just how many old telephone poles you can coerce out of the nice lines-men when they are replacing said telephone poles on yours—–and others—–streets.

Each day we would bake them cookies, or cinnamon bread, or brownies, or something from the oven.

And then at the end of the day, we would have a couple of poles left right outside our driveway gate!  We would then quickly drag them back to our back yard with the tractor, so no one was the wiser………………especially the nice lines-men’s supervisors wearing the required mirrored-aviators.)  And there you have it……………….And Bob’s your Uncle!

I’ve come to realize that the world is probably run by brownies.

Hey, tomorrow our dishwasher gets fixed, too!  Tra.  La.

Life is Goodl

So today we will be doing the puzzle of monotonous tree-tops…………….(and the corner of the barn).

I get the corners and edges.

Happy 2018.