I cannot seem to unzip my camera case, get the poor little thing out and use it.
Two amazing weekends have gone by,now almost three and nothin', well picture wize anywho.
Weekend before last we were over east of the mountains in some of my favorite spots on the earth (I don't get around much so favorite spots come from a small radius in relation to the whole world but the spots I find as favorites have huge childhood connections so they most likely wouldn't change even if I could go to Peru and canoe on Lake Titicaca) and I even put my silly little camera bag over my shoulder, it certainly helped make me look like a tourist but it didn't help me get out my camera and use it.
The bummer is that because I had the camera that meant that my girls who stayed at home taking care of the farm had none. And if my time east of the mountains couldn't be caught on film, uh, card, at least theirs could have been. Not saying that my weekend wasn't exciting but theirs was exciting and photographable.
Some fella decided to drive up to the farm except he missed the driveway by a bit, took out a telephone pole and wiped out a huge chunk of our frontage pasture fence! When his insurance folks called him about our fence he claimed that he never saw a fence, knew that he wiped out a telephone pole and had it on top of his truck sure 'nough but he did not encounter a fence.
That would be because his truck was on top of the fence!
His insurance company was decent and expedient about taking care of the fence and so soon we'll get to rebuild our front fence.
Yipee, 'cause I was getting a little bored with nothin' to do around here!
We got a lot done last weekend because of friends and we got a lot done back in September because of family (and friends that look a lot like family and kinda sorta are in a way, which will lead to a post soon on family relations and such, cause I gotta beef with our lack of naming things). I would love to show you pictures of all the work we did and the fun we had doing it, but the camera trigger finger seems to be stuck and very few pictures are being taken right now.
I will do my best to do better. I don't even have pictures of Leif Erikkson Day. Which was great by the way. The food was great but being with family and framily was even better. Dirt ended up putting the Lutefisk on his barbeque (which in not the same as a grill) and ate it later in the evening. Because it was not done in the "traditional" method I felt I had an out this year and passed it up. I might not be so lucky come Christmas Eve however.
That is it for now Patient Visitor, I'll be doin' a follow up on my last post, because it isn't that we think no one has the gift of pastoring, shepherding, but that it just doesn't look like the current common practice. And pretty soon, Mr. Vick, uh I mean Dirt, will sit down with me while I write out his analogy of school, college, and goin' to a church building for church done the way most Christians just accept that it ought to be done. Oh that and I will take pictures today of Anna skinning a raccoon that Martin treed, well arbored really, and tell you all about it.
God is good, all the time. Even when you gotta wipe the fan blades and the walls, there is always something good, amazingly good going on that makes the stuff on the fan blades seem like nothin'.