Thursday, July 28, 2016

M.B. Phone Home


We are six days into Captain’s absence, and it just hit me this morning that, in 31 years, I have never gone this long without at least talking to him.  Even when we were dating we would talk two or three times a week.  I’m not sure I like it.

I really thought he would call home.

I do know I am not looking forward to the first question I’ll have to answer when he gets back: Are the calves all okay?

No, they aren’t.  Darn it!  It’s been over a year since we have lost a calf, and now wouldn’t you know it, we lose one on my watch.  Not cool. At least it wasn't Louie the Little!

But, as a friend of ours once said, “If you have livestock, you are going to have dead stock.”  It’s the circle of life.  I just wish it hadn’t happened while I was in charge!


On a positive note in this situation, my perception of helpful neighbors was reinforced when, at the sight of a sick calf this morning, I called a neighbor to borrow a tube feeder.  

There was no hesitation, no question at all...just, “Sure thing, I’ll be right over.”  I love our neighbors!  The fact that the calf died before she got here isn’t anyone’s fault; just a sad, sorry state of life.  

Much as I don’t want to answer that question, I wish he would call home.  


The other question I’m going to have to answer that I don’t want to is:  “Did you keep an eye on my sauerkraut crock?”

Nope; completely forgot about that until I went to the freezer five days after he left, and there was the crock and I cannot even describe the stench coming off of it, moldy mildew spots on the cheese cloth cover it, and generally an epic FUBAR.  Good thing there is more cabbage in the garden.  

How come he doesn’t call home?

Oh yes, speaking of the garden, there’s another thing that went to hell in a hand basket while he was gone.  We got that all-day rain on Saturday, after which the weeds grew like...well, weeds.  I can’t run the big rear-tine tiller, so we now have a nice mess out there.

Good news?  The tomatoes are starting to turn red, the beans are all blossoming/bloomed/fruiting, and the cucumbers are steadily producing.

He really should call home.  

Funny how when he is here, sometimes I think to myself that he talks too much, and now I am missing having him to talk to.  Apparently absence really does make the heart grow fonder!




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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Rules Is Rules...or Not




While Captain is gone this week, I am once again the law and order for Calf Country.  That wasn’t Captain’s plan, but that’s how it worked out.


Young Man was on call for all things chores at the Brogan Ranch.  However, his work schedule--you know, that job where he gets paid, unlike here--is restricting in terms of feeding baby calves.


Captain left explicit instructions on when and how to feed everything.  We’ve used it more as a loose guideline than Thou Shalls/Thou Shall Nots.  



The only instruction that we really follow to the letter is that Louie the Little only gets fed with the red pail (versus green, yellow, or pink), he gets fed first, and he uses the rubber ducky trick.  


Other than that...we are pretty much winging it on a day-to-day basis.


We’ve worked out a system that works for all parties involved.  All livestock has full tummies and no health concerns, Young Man isn’t getting fired from his day job for being late, and I get to see my son on a daily basis which is a nice perk for me.



That whole “on a wing and a prayer” theory is pretty much how I approach everything in life.  There is little that is black-or-white anymore for me and there is just a whole bunch of gray areas.  Rules are important in certain cases, but sometimes adjusting the rules to fit the situation is a better approach than saying “this rule applies in every situation and cannot be altered or modified.” Worse yet is when the implication is, "don't break this rule because it's MY rule."  Note, I said rules, not commandments. Those are different.


I hope you have a stupendous day, whatever your chores and instructions might involve.  

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Monday, July 25, 2016

Being Single For A Week


I am a fishing widow once again as Captain is off in Canada for a week.  I am happy that he has the opportunity for some rest and relaxation, but I am not used to being by myself this much, so blogging keeps me connected and keeps me company.

Captain hit the road yesterday just after 6 a.m. with a stern admonishment from me (and two dozen other people he’d talked to) to WEAR HIS LIFE JACKET AT ALL TIMES or face the wrath of God and country when he got back.  

I filled my day with watching Cubby, visiting my mom, and back to watching Cubby.  As I headed home near suppertime, I stopped at the grocery store in Pine Island and loaded my cart with “single girl crap.”  I had frozen dinners, ice cream, chips, flavored water, and lunch meat.  

I survived my first night alone, and that is always the worst one.  I have high hopes for a relaxing week on my own.  

Yesterday, I hung around home and did some housewife kind of stuff...cleaned the fridge, swept, did laundry.  

I had some errands to run in Rochester to get ready for entering open class projects at the Olmsted County fair, so while I was in town, I went hog wild and fulfilled a wish I have had for some months now.  I went and bought myself a laptop.  With blogging and a potential book in the works, I needed my own system instead of using Captain’s all the time.  

I have a friend who works at Office Max, and she was a great help to me in picking out the right laptop, getting Microsoft put on it, and she even delivered it when she got off work.  Talk about personal service!

Over the week, I will stay busy with various activities.  Tonight I have to take in the 18 open class projects I signed up for at the Olmsted County Fair.  I had less entries last week for the Dodge County fair, and Captain’s comment was “You never would have let your kids sign up for that many projects so why are you?”  I don’t know what he was talking about--I couldn’t have gotten my kids to sign up for that many projects if I’d tried!  


It sounds like a lot, but it really isn’t that much work.  Five of those entries are photography, so those are already done.  One is an afghan, also already done.  One is an outdoor container that is just sitting out on my deck and no extra work.  Hosta leaves are easy enough to snip off at the last minute.  Cucumbers, tomatoes, rhubarb, and kale from the garden are all easily enough picked at the last minute.  The worst is the molasses cookies, and I may or may not get those done to enter.  I haven’t made up my mind about that yet.

I will go to the fair, probably, one other night as well just to take it all in and watch the open class Holstein show.  And, of course, go find out how I did in the open class judging!  I have ulterior motives for sure.  

Friday, I am going to the Amish produce auction with a friend and her mom.  I went to one of their flower auctions this spring and was very impressed with the products. Plus I need to stock up on the ingredients to can vegetable soup for winter because we don’t do onions or carrots in our garden.

I am going to put in some more time on the other big project I have going...getting my dad’s slides digitized, organized, and printed or copied onto CDs for family members and friends who want them.  

Then, of course, there is the book project that I have cooking.  I have a team of people doing proofreading for me, and the high school student I hired to do illustrations just emailed me last night that she will have preliminary concept sketches to me this week.  How exciting!

Part of the reason for the laptop was to have more flexible photo editing and graphic design capabilities.  Our home PC is just too old to handle it.  So I’ll be learning how to pseudo-photo shop in the coming days with either Pixlr or Gimp.  I haven’t decided which one yet.  


So I will have just as much fun this week as Captain does, even though this single life is an adjustment.  I haven’t had the TV on once since Captain left, and I have locked the doors both nights.  Those are novel things to happen in Brogan World, and we will revert to normal once Captain is back!  

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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

How Does Your Garden Grow?


One of our nightly rituals this time of year is to check the garden.  This year, we have the nicest looking garden ever thanks to a rear-tine tiller we bought from my mom.  It makes walking through the rows much more pleasant.

Everything is going great guns.  The green beans are blossoming and will be loaded in about a week or ten days.  The cucumbers are starting to produce; not enough to make a batch of dill pickles yet, which is good because my dill patch isn’t quite ready yet, either.  Through a process of trial and error, I have discovered that in order to make palatable dill pickles, you must use the pickling cucumbers, not the slicing cucumbers. Whoda thunk it?!

We are going to have squash coming out of our ears, I think.  Nasty stuff...can’t stand it.  Captain likes it, though, so I make it for him, and I eat PB&J sandwiches that meal.  

The cabbages are coming right along, and one is nearly ready to be turned into sauerkraut...also nasty stuff in my book.  The conundrum here is that sauerkraut processing is Captain’s deal, not mine, except he is going to be gone all next week fishing in Canada which is about when the cabbage will all be ready to process into kraut.  Too bad, so sad...not gonna happen on my watch!  I’ll make freezer coleslaw but not sauerkraut!


The tomato vines are loaded with fruit, but those won’t be ready for another month or so.  That will give me time to get the beans done, which is awesome since last year we had a complete crop failure on the green bean front, and we went all winter with no canned green beans to enjoy.

I am especially keeping an eye on things as I have entered some open class projects for the Olmsted County fair next week.  I had some things at the Dodge County fair last week and had a respectable showing.  I think I may have been a little overzealous in my entries at Olmsted, though, seeing as there are 19 different “projects” that I signed up for.  What is wrong with me?!

One of the large-scale canning projects I do this time of year is vegetable soup.  I don’t have all what I need in my garden for that so I am going to check out the Amish vegetable auction next week and get potatoes, carrots, and onions.  Maybe green peppers, too.  Actually, much of that depends on the tomatoes because the soup has a tomato base.  Hmmm...will have to ponder that.  Well, that stuff will all keep for a few weeks until the tomatoes are ready, right? Once I have everything gathered for that, it is an all-day project...as in about 12 straight hours...that gives us about 35 pints of tasty vegetable soup for the winter. The nice thing is when we cook it in the winter, we can add some type of meat to it to jazz it up a bit.


Tonight I will spend the evening after work canning a lug of peaches that Mama Bear picked up for me at a truckload sale in Rochester over the weekend.  I’m hoping to get at least 16 pints from that.  I’ve never done peaches before, so wish me luck!

Every year when we plant the garden, I am so excited about everything that will grow.  Then we get to mid summer when everything DID grow and now I have to do something with it, and I get overwhelmed and frazzled.  And hot and cranky.  However, when it’s the middle of January and 40 below zero outside and we are eating canned vegetables from our own garden, I am back to excited and proud.  

Oh, and if anyone likes or wants kale...please, please, please come to my house and get some!  I have it in my mutant whiskey barrel (I thought it was ornamental cabbage, not actual kale) and it is monstrous!  We have discovered that we don’t like kale even though we like spinach and Swiss chard.  Oh well, live and learn!



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Monday, July 18, 2016

History and Heritage


I have been steeped in history and heritage for about a week now.  My mom is doing some--okay a lot--of downsizing in preparation for a move to Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, near Baby Brother and his family.  

Amongst Mom’s treasures, we found a box of my dad’s old 35-mm slides spanning from 1957 when he bought his Nikon camera while in the service in Germany, to the early 1970s when he switched his film processing to 35 mm prints instead of slides.  We are talking nearly 1000 slides stored away.

I know this because I have spent the better part of the last week digitizing these slides.  Best Buy had this handy dandy scanner thing that captured a digital image of each slide.  I now have all of them on both a memory card and on my hard drive.

But I am not done yet, no sirree Bob.  Because I am an unorganized soul at heart, I didn’t start this little project with any sort of plan...I just started scanning slides.  Unfortunately, I started chronologically from newest to oldest.  On top of that, Dad wasn’t so very organized about how he had them grouped together and we have winter scenes in one frame and summer the next and then back to winter again and from family/friends to farm to vacations.  The next step is to get them grouped into logical folders and then get each folder organized chronologically as best I can.  Then get them labeled with who, what, when, and where...maybe why...before sharing with family and friends who might want to have copies of the memories.


As I was going through the slides and saw so many pictures of aunts, uncles, and cousins from a time when I wasn’t born yet, I realized I wish I had paid more attention when Dad did slide shows when I was a kid.  I could pick out most of the people, but some are a complete mystery to me.  Only by a process of elimination could I decide I was even close to knowing who was who in each image.  Lucky for me, we have a family reunion for my dad’s family coming up in a couple of weeks, and I am going to have the memory card and a laptop with me so I can have Uncle Jerry and Aunt Linda, as well as various cousins, scroll through them for more hints on who, what, when, and where.  Like this one for instance...I can figure everyone out except the one on the far left...not entirely sure who that one is.



Then there are the pictures of farming.  Dad always, always, always wanted to farm.  So much so that he chose to farm rather than finish high school.  That lack of a diploma didn’t stop him from becoming a successful agri businessman by the time he retired.  The only thing that interrupted Dad’s dedication to the farm was a stint in the army.  Because my Grampa Brehmer wasn’t as thrilled as my dad about farming, Dad was afraid that Grampa might decide to sell the farm while he was serving, so he made his youngest brother, my Uncle Jerry, promise, promise, promise to help keep the farm going until Dad got out of the army.  I am so very, very thankful that Uncle Jerry kept his word, and the farm was there waiting for Dad when he came home.  

Once Dad was back from the army and on the farm, he started making improvements to the buildings and machinery...over time, of course, as such things were expensive even back then.  Some buildings were torn down to make room for newer or bigger buildings.  Silos were erected.  Additions were made to other buildings.  Cement was poured.  New fencing was put up.  I can watch progress marching on as I look through the slides.  And, again, I wish I had paid more attention and asked more questions when I had the chance because now it’s too late.

As I mentioned, Dad bought this top-of-the-line Nikon camera while he was in the service in Germany.  I haven’t gotten through any of those slides yet, but as I was scanning them I recognized the Eiffel Tower among other buildings and places he must have gone on furlough in Europe.  Beautiful cathedrals, quaint shops, interesting people are all in there from what I could catch during the scanning.  What kinds of stories Dad could have told me had I only known it was important to ask, but I didn’t.  I was a young teenager when I saw those slides last.  What did I care about old buildings so far away and that I would never see anyway?  

Now as an adult, I realize that we have to know where we come from to know where we are going.  Respect for yesterdays gives us courage for tomorrows.  The regret is strong that I missed those opportunities to hear history from my Dad.


I had another opportunity to remember history this past weekend.  There was a special exhibit at the Dodge County Fair in Kasson about the 9/11 attacks.  In attendance were four law enforcement personnel and other emergency personnel who were in New York City during the attacks.  The line was long even though we got there before the exhibit opened on Sunday morning.  I was pretty much an emotional wreck before we even got into the exhibit because Captain and I, as well as the people around us in line, were remembering what that day was like.  Where we were, what we heard on the news, what we felt when the enormity of the day was clear.



September 11, 2001, is my generation’s JFK or Pearl Harbor.  It’s that one day where we will always remember every minute detail of the day beause it split our lives into a before and after situation.  Life changed for everyone that day, and it will never again be what it was before the first plane tore into the World Trade Center.

The events of 9/11 affected everyone that you and I know, but those most affected are the family, friends, and loved ones of the heroes who died that day in order to save other people.  There was a quote in the exhibit that stuck with me that said when citizens were rushing down from the upper floors of the WTC, the firefighters, police officers, and paramedics were rushing up to try and save people.  

That’s courage.  That’s love.  That’s honor.  

That needs to be remembered.


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Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Telepathy


You know how they say when you live with someone long enough, you start to look like them?  If I could wind up as skinny as Captain, I’d be ecstatic.  It’d suck for him to put on [number deleted for my pride] pounds to look like me!

The same thing is true of thoughts.  If you have been married for any length of time, you can often finish your spouse’s thoughts.  

There have been many times when Captain has come to me and said, “Where did I put…” and I say, “In the bathroom closet, third shelf, left side.”  Or wherever it is that he put what he wants.  

Wives are better at this than husbands, I think.  It has to be tied into the Mom thing where you have eyes in the back of your head and telepathic abilities.  


Better yet is when you’ve told the same jokes to each other long enough that all one of you has to do is say just the punchline to send both of you into fits of laughter.  I’d say that’s pretty cool.

Let me demonstrate:  “No, run over me half an hour ago!” … Yep, Captain is busting a gut laughing!  

If you Google that phrase, you’ll find the joke and then you can laugh too!

With my kids, it wasn’t jokes, it was lines from Disney movies.  Watch, I can make them respond...well Molly will respond because Young Man doesn’t have Facebook.  

“...and Daddy….”  Okay, Molly, you’re up...give me the rest of it!


Best friends have this telepathic connection also.  One word, one phrase, one look and hundreds of thoughts are passed back and forth.  This comes from years of sharing secrets only best pals can keep in the vault.  

Let’s see if I can make this work too:  FOCUS!!  Yep, there are several people out there snickering.  I love it.


Sometimes, however, the matrimonial telepathic pathway is blocked.  I have found that this usually occurs when I have to help Captain by running levers for the hydraulics or PTO in a tractor while he stands outside by whatever piece of machinery he needs to check.  

Let me give an example.  A week or so ago, he was getting the corn planter cleaned up to be stored until next year.  He discovered that there was air in the hydraulic master cylinder.  I have no idea what that means, but apparently it’s a bad thing.  So he called me and asked if I could come out and help him “for a minute.”  Fellow farm wives...you KNOW what that means:  it’s going to be at least half an hour and probably longer!

I get up in the tractor cab, and he points out the lever that runs the hydraulics and tells me he will signal to push it all the way forward and hold it there or pull it all the way back and hold it there.  Sounds simple, right?  Nope.


A couple of times, he signaled to push it forward when that was where I already had it, and I’d be completely confused.  I finally just switched from forward to backward when he made any kind of hand signal.  

That worked fine until he did this too-da-loo finger wave thing.  Was I supposed to wiggle the level back and forth in rapid succession?!  Turns out he was just scratching his neck.

At any rate, we finally got it to do what Captain wanted it to do, and I was off the hook for any more help.  As I was climbing out of the tractor, I got the raised arm and bowed head signal that, in our world, means “thanks for your help, I’ve got it from here!”

I hope that you have any--or better yet all--of these kinds of connections in your life because it’s those things that make each day special!




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Thursday, July 7, 2016

Rebellion



I ran into an acquaintance at a civic organization function once upon a time, and we shared the usual news of spouses, careers, and children.

He told how his teenagers were giving him fits over the responsibilities he expected of them versus the privileges they expected for themselves.

It seems his 14-year-old son broke curfew one night.  My friend and his wife were waiting up for him when he got home, and he gave the explanation that he was old enough to stay out as late as he wanted.  Poor, misguided young man!  His parents let that slide and sent him to bed.  Their son, therefore, was unpleasantly surprised when he was awakened at 5:30 the next morning.  When he complained that he didn’t want to get up yet, my friend told him if he was adult enough to stay out past his curfew, he was adult enough to get up with the sun and do a good day’s work.  My friend’s son spent the day mowing every lawn on the block…for free.  The lesson must have hit home because he never broke curfew after that.


Having one kid buck the system is bad enough, but that’s always just the tip of the iceberg.  Not too long after the curfew incident, my friend’s daughter decided that she wasn’t going to deliver the paper to the people on her route.  This particular deception wasn’t discovered for two days.

When it finally came to light, my friend told his daughter that after supper they would go deliver those papers.  She thought it was pretty cool that her dad was going to help her out with this.  However, when she picked up the papers and tried to get in the car with him, he told her she’d be walking while he drove behind her.  She wasn’t quite as amenable to learning the life-lesson being offered by her dad and decided to drop the paper route.

To get any inkling of the irony of the stories my friend told me, you would have had to know him when HE was a teenager.  He broke every rule handed out at least two times.  Breaking curfews, skipping school, playing hooky from work; you name it, and he’d done it.  


I spent my share of time in teenage rebellion and, other than being grounded for a week when I was in college, I can’t say as I remember the punishments being painful...or even memorable, apparently.

As parents, Captain and I take a different approach to punishments.  Captain goes for the grand gesture.  As in you are grounded from everything for a month!  All that really meant was that *I* was grounded for a month because I was going to be the one hauling them here and there to where they needed to be since they weren’t allowed to drive.

My theory on punishment is, make it brief but make it hurt.  If I really wanted to punish Young Man for something, I wouldn’t take away his driving privileges for a month.  I’d make him spend a day with me at the mall shopping for bras and underwear.  If I wanted to drive a point home with Molly, I’d take her electronic devices away for 24 hours.  And I would disable the wi-fi in the house and password-lock the home PC to make sure she didn’t cheat.  

Come to think of it, losing computer privileges would be the ultimate punishment for Captain, too.

What would be a suitable punishment for me, you ask?  Lock up the coffee...that’d hurt.  Or I would hurt someone.  It could go either way.


Young Man got in trouble for something at some point, and he announced (having paid attention in Civic Government class), that we were violating his rights. Captain proceeded to tell him that, as a minor child in this household, his rights included three hots and a cot and that he--Young Man--needed to realize that democracy was out of his reach so he would have to settle for a dictatorship. Funny, Young Man didn't have a snappy comeback for that one.

In the end, as I realize that even the most rebellious person can evolve into a responsible, mature adult is comforting, especially as I look back at the years when MY children were teenagers and I had to decide where to draw the line between gaining independence and being rebellious.  And then I look at the amazing adults they are today, starting lives of their own, and I realize that Captain and I must have made more right decisions than wrong decisions.

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