A Stormy Night

Rita’s Thundershirt should be here tomorrow. I was hoping it would get here today but it didn’t. This is Accuweather’s radar.

Accuweather.com

Accuweather.com

With us only having well water, if the power goes out, we don’t have any water unless we fire up a generator and we don’t usually do that right off the bat so . . we’ve both had our showers. The dogs have fresh water.  Several half gallon jars are filled with water. There’s a solar powered well that will give us water when the sun shines but  . . Rita  . . she is not going to like this at all.

Keeping my fingers crossed that it won’t be as bad as it looks! Heading outside to try to round up the chickens that haven’t gone in for the night.

The Red Tag Man

I can’t believe there’s anyone out there who doesn’t remember my frustration with the red tag man and no . . this is NOT a funny story.

We lived in a little town in MO and it seemed to me like a pretty depressed little town (so why do I want to go back so badly?)  There were a lot of rundown houses and folks didn’t keep up their homes or yards and the city had a “red tag man”. He was actually a nice man but he caught (and caused) a lot of grief.

Red Tag

Red Tag

There were all kinds of rules about maintaining your home and those didn’t scare me because our house was fairly new and we kept it up but . . if you had a weed (one weed) that got taller than 8 or maybe 8-1/2″,  and the red tag man saw it, you got a red tag stuck in your yard.  As I recall, you had so many days to remedy the issue and on the prescribed day, the red tag guy would come by and if it was corrected, he would remove the red tag. If not, the city would send someone out to fix it and you would be charged.

We would see him driving down the road and I would hold my breath til he passed. Even the most manicured of yards (mine was not one of those) can occasionally have the stray weed that grows 8″ overnight!

I do see the need for trying to keep a town looking halfway decent but honestly, if you pass through that town, there are so many run down houses and eyesores that one or two 8″ weeds really don’t make a whole lot of difference and I doubt anyone looking for a place to live would decide to not choose that town because someone like me had an 8″ weed or two.

Once when Vince had already moved to Texas and I was left there, it had rained for several days and I was out cutting weeds with clippers because it was too wet to use the lawn mower and the weeds were growing . . like weeds . . and I was worried I was going to get a tag.

One day I did get a visit from the red tag man! You can read that story here.

Some people (me) lived in fear of getting a red tag. Others got them often and didn’t seem to be concerned. The red tags, along with the bad water, were probably the main reasons we left there and IF we ever move back, we will not be living in town . . but because of the water, we’ll probably never move back anyway.

Living back here in the woods, if there was a red tag man in his area, he would need an 18 wheeler when he visited us because we would get a million of them. No one sees but us. No one cares . . and we’re happy!

Memory Lane

Since I’m using the Android phone, and using Google photos, there were some old photos that showed up. Some of these I’m sure the long time readers will remember. They brought a smile to my face.

The boy I was sure was going to drive me crazy . . I learned a long time ago to pick your battles and that hair was a battle I chose not to pick but I wanted so badly to cut it while he was sleeping.

Chad

Chad

One icy afternoon, Chad was supposed to be getting the ice off the driveway. I hadn’t paid attention to what he was doing. We were eating dinner and I kept noticing cars stopping outside and looking towards our house. There were lights that came on at dusk that shined up on our house and made this look like some kind of really artistic scene. It was kinda cool but he exerted so much effort on the artwork that the driveway still had so much ice, we couldn’t get our cars out.

Ice Sculpture

Ice Sculpture

I walked out on our back deck one day (in MO) and there under the walnut trees was this deer . . perfectly framed.

Oh, Dear!

Oh, Dear!

And last . . old Speck stretched out in a sunny spot with his toys close by. That was pre-Rita, when he could leave his toys out without fear of having to share them.

Speck

Speck

All these pictures were taken in MO . . I know life goes on and all things move forward but for me, those were some good days . . except for that darned red tag guy! I lived in fear of a visit from him. Since I never got a red tag, I guess that should be a good memory too. It’s definitely something we laugh about these days.