Much Ado About Nothing

Hi again, I just started a fire in the wood burning stove and it feels pretty good. It's beginning to get cold, but I like the cold better than the heat.

On Halloween night I handed out candy from work and it was fun. I love Hallowen, the little kids always look so cute in their costumes and there bright little faces. Halloween to me was always sort of the kick off for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I am planning a trip home in a couple of weeks and am looking forward to it. I am going to try to talk my son into going Christmas lite looking while I am there. I know that most people hang their lights on houses at Thanksgiving time.

We have a little different way of looking at the decorated houses. We started about 9 years ago. At that time we went to look at lights, no one was to excited about it, but go we did. Well we came to a house that had a box of lights on the bushes with the lights still in the box lit up. This struck us as very funny and we could not stop laughing. One thing led to another and we decided the following year we would look for the worst decorations.

As next year rolled around one thing led to another and it esculated into having an award and we would all look for our favorite worst decorated house take the plywood award plaque and take our picture in front of our favorite house.

We found this to be a very entertaining thing to do. Each one of us would find our favorite, jump out of the car stand in front of the house and take a picture. We found some really bad decoratoins. When I get my desktop hooked up I will post some pictures, but that won't be for some time.

We did this every year up to a couple years ago. It was such fun, when my sons friends found out about it they all wanted to go, my daughter and her hubby joined us for a couple of years as did a favorite teen of us all.

Clear Skys And The Odor Of Jasmine

Last night I was looking out my door, and the night was a clear crisp night. The moon was so bright you did not even need a flashlight to walk around the property. It was a very bright white color and full, just beautiful.

As I was standing there , it smelled like Jasmine, now mind you there is no Jasmine any where near where we live, but I did smell it. I decided it was the change of seasons I smelled.

This morning I noticed more than ever the trees changing color. They are changing to there wonderful shades of yellow, reds, oranges and browns. This is my favorite time of year. If I was to take a drive down to the river it would be even more noticable.

I am going to the Big City (Redding) tomorrow and the drive there is really beautiful, I hope I don't wreck the car while looking at the changing trees.

I also like this time of year because my cat stays inside more at night, I am not constantly getting in and out of bed to let her in and out. Pet doors don't work here because the skunks come thru them to get into your trash and eat the cat food. Trust me I know this from experience!!!!!

My cat has three names, I call her Baby, my daughter calls her Bitch, and my son calls her Stupid.

I Am Back

Hi every one, I am back. I went back to work for a couple months and was just to tired to do any posting, but I did read all my favorite blogs, but the office has slowed down due to Holidays and winter. I work for an atorrney in the small town of Weaverville California. This attorney is a true country attorney and is not in it for the big bucks like most attorneys. He likes to help the under dog and in my opinion does it very well. I am on an on call basis until business picks up again.

I have one more thing to do before the job is over. I will be at the office at 5:00 PM tonight to hand out candy to the kids coming by. Weaverville merchants do this every year. From 5:00 PM to 7:30 PM they open their doors for the kids to Trick or Treat. So this will be more like fun than work. I love seeing all the kids in their cute little costumes and some of the older kids come up with some very interesting ideas too.

It is cooling off here and I have had a fire in the wood burning stove every morning for about a week and a half. I love it, Today the weather is rather misty and cool outside, but I am toasty and warm in my room.

I am looking forward to more posting and hope my readers return.

Elmo P. Fardwarck

Now we have had some strange pets in the past, there was the kitten born with paralized hips and legs that just sort of drug his rear end behind him, we called him Crip. There was the dog that we called Splat, because my son found him on the side of the road in a box with four other puppies that were dead. This dog my son taught to sneeze when you asked him to speak. Then there was a dog we never found a name for and just called him Puppy.

But the strangest pet we had in my mind was Elmo, some how he ended up with the name of Elmo P. Fardwarck, but we just called him Elmo.

Elmo was a cat that just showed up on our door step one day, we figured some one had dropped him off.

He was a scargaley looking cat not a pretty cat at all and was orange in color and kind of striped.

When Elmo would meow it sort of came out of his mouth like "Meorrowl". It actually sounded like he was saying Dear Old Dad's name which was Merryl.

Elmo would find a glass of milk and stick his foot into the glass get a little milk on his paw, pull his paw out and lick the milk off his paw. We would put glasses of milk out for him just to watch him.

Niether was Elmo a particulary clean cat and had to be bathed ever so often. For some reason he did not seem to mind to much being bathed and we would take a nice soft towel and fluff him up a little and he was good to go until the next bath.

We lived out side of town at the time and the people who lived behind us had a very evil cat, we always thought it was part bob cat. One day Elmo was out side doing his thing, you know what ever it is that cats do and the evil cat attacked poor old Elmo. Elmo came running into the house scared to death and kept looking behind him. He did not go back out side for days.

From that time on when Elmo wanted to go out side he would go to the door look both ways and all around before stepping out side.

He did not stay out side for very long, always wanting back inside.

The people who owned the evil cat finally put him to sleep, he was causing to much trouble.

One Way Bridge

Hey There, I know I have been few and far between on my posting, but I am back at work for the time being and its five days a week, only four hours a day, but it's like every day and at my age four hours is like eight hours a day,

I find it rather amazing how some thing I see or hear brings back a memory, some times it is some thing very simple and ordinary. Like yesterday my daughter and I went to the big city and you have to cross a short bridge on the route.

Well this reminded me of the day a long time ago when the kids were young and I was some what younger and Dear Old dad was in his hay day.

We were driving back home from a visit to the Big City from where we lived on the Central Coast. The route involved a one way bridge that had been there ever since I could remember. As far as I know there had never been any kind of incident involving the bridge, maybe because it was a back way to get to back home and not many people took it.

Well any way we came to the bridge and was beginning to cross it and as luck would have it another car was coming from the oposite direction and began crossing at that very moment.

Both cars stopped and just sat there for a few minutes waiting for the other one to back up, which niether did.

Niether car was going any where until one backed up. Finally Dear Old Dad opened his car door and yelled at the other driver to back up, the other driver did the very same thing, I am thinking ,"Oh my God, we are going to be here forever." Knowing that Dear Old Dad would not be the first to back up.

So we sat for a little bit longer just waiting. Dear Old Dad once more opened the car door with one foot on the pavement and yelled "Back up we were here first." The kids are in the back seat just sort of taking it all in and giggling.

The other driver yells out his car window "No you weren't we were here first."

Any way this went on for a while and the other driver finally does back up and lets us go on the bridge first, as we were passing the other car Dear Old Dad and the other driver were waving their fists out the car windows at each other, and Dear Old Dad was muttering that he would never have backed up first that he was there first and it was the principle of the thing. Who was at the bridge first is still a debatable point, but me or the kids never questioned Dear Old Dad ever about who was at the bridge first, knowing we would get a harsh look and a lecture about taking some one elses side.

I am thinking "Finally we can be on our way home."