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Marue

How I Spent My Saturday

This is what I did today.

Perfect day.  No breeze.  I got alot done.  GetAlong doesn’t get to enjoy these chores anymore since he is always on the road.  Lucky dog.  See the pile below?  It was almost 3 times that size when I started this morning.  Of course, GetAlong would have torched the entire pile all at once but I didn’t want to burn down the entire county so I kept my fire small, moving a bit at a time.

Not long after I took those photos, something in the pile moved.  It didn’t come out, it just moved.  Now I thought there may be a snake hiding in there so I was very careful about moving anything.  Just when I was secure in the belief that I was safe, something moved.  I don’t think it was a snake.  But what else would be living in there?  I’m thinking rabbit.  I’m hoping rabbit.  Whatever it may be, it has about 20 hours to vacate, because I’ll be finishing up this chore (that GetAlong has avoided for the last 2 years) tomorrow afternoon.

Oh and here’s guard dog No. 1, AKA Mona.  Notice she is alert and ready for action.

She guards the inner perimeter at all times.  Here’s guard dog No. 2, AKA Birddog.

She guards the outer perimeter.  Here she is lulling the enemy into a false sense of security.  But I assure you, she sleeps with one eye open.

Marue

 

 

Hello world!

I keep asking myself – Do I really have anything worthwhile to say here? The answer is – yes, I do. I’ve got so much to say that I don’t know where to begin and I hope I never find out where I should end. So I’ll just start with an introduction.

My name is Marue. No that’s not my real name because I don’t feel right using my real name. Marue was my first grade teacher’s name. She was a somewhat older lady in 1967-68 so I’m sure she is no longer with us. I hope she had a long and fulfilling life because she was definitely the best first grade teacher a kid could ask for. She was short and plump and pulled her gray hair into a tight bun every day. She always had a smile and kissed every single one of us every day when we left to go home. I bet no one does that anymore and it’s a shame. There’s a special place in my heart for Mrs. Miller. I will never forget her.

My better half will be hereinafter referred to as GetAlong. That’s his CB handle on the road. He’s an owner operator, meaning he owns his own “big truck” as he calls it. He’s an over-the-road trucker. Long hauls, short hauls, as long as it pays good, he’ll do it. GetAlong is in North Carolina as I write. As you can imagine, we have quite a cell phone bill. I can’t imagine what it was like for trucking families 20 years ago.

We have one daughter who I will call Sweetpea. Sweetpea is 16. That in itself says a lot about my life. More later.

The three of us live on a bit of acreage in an area that is becoming less and less what I would call “country”. The big city is fast approaching. I haven’t figured out if that is good or bad, but we need the space for the big truck when it’s at home. Then there is the horse, Big Dog as we sometimes call her, who requires a good deal of grazing room. The dogs, Mona and Birddog, live here too. And the squirrels…..I thought dogs chased squirrels but I think our dogs have some sort of pact with the squirrels. They only chase them when we’re around and they tell the squirrels to make it look good. Treats are on the line and they do love their treats.

Marue