Wynn's Folly Minis

Saturday night I had leg cramps again,so pulled out the replacement I purchased last week, which was an electric throw blanket. I folded it over and tucked it between the sheets, so it covered me from hips down, on top and bottom. Certainly easier than trying to wrap a pad around one cramp at a time. However, both kittens snuggled on my legs, plus one older cat at the foot of the bed on it. Made it difficult to move, and really annoyed the one who was left out.

For some reason, I'm more energetic today. I actually am committing myself to work until we can get medicare at age 65 at least. I've long wanted to retire as soon as I'm eligible for Social Security at 62.5, but with the necessity of insurance, I have no confidence in being able to get any insurance outside of work in that period.
If I have to work that long, I'm determined to work it out.

This morning as I was heading out the back door to do chores, Tallulah rushed past me to freedom and the great outdoors.
It was cool and damp, but she stayed out of reach in the back yard until I was headed back up the hill from the barn. Then she very vocally made her way down the hill to complain about the poor weather conditions.
Her dissatisfaction was not sufficient to get her back in the house.She rolled around on the front drive while we ate breakfast. I had to hide behind the front door to open it before she would stroll in. It's the first time in months she's been outside, and for some reason she's calmed down some.

Once upon a time, when we first moved to the country,we believed the advice to get guineas to eat ticks.
We learned a lot, which is why now whenever we hear that advice, we laugh at whoever believes it.
Guineas are feral, loud & not bright.
We had a chicken pen on the east side of the barn we built. Because we had raised them there, they continued to roost on top of it after they were turned out to do the tick thing.
At whatever point in the afternoon the sun created a shadow over the pen and one of the guineas happened into the shade, it would immediately assume night had fallen, and call all the others to come roost for the night.
Once this started, it didn't stop until all the guineas were roosted. Occasionally one would stick its head out into the sun, declare a new day, and wander off, starting a panic in all the others until they either all followed it out into the "new" day, or it came back to roost.

This story is for everyone who is startled by the fact that the time change results in sunset happening at the time it's supposed to happen, but has been delayed by DST.

Momma called and wants my sister and me to start cleaning out whatever things we want. My brother bought the place (with the understanding she will stay there) hasn't moved in yet.
We're so spread out, we have very different ideas of what things we want, and why. It looks like there isn't much k overlap in the things I want, and what she wants.
She's not been feeling well, which may be why she wants to work on giving things away.

The annoyance continues for a few more days.
Ben Franklin was being sarcastic about having to get up before noon. The first nation to institute DST as a policy was on the losing side of World War I. WWII meant anything pandering to war fever was used. and we all lost our collective minds in the 70s energy crisis. Finally careful research by candy companies caused them to promote keeping it spread out enough to enable more kids out after school begging for candy, before it gets too dark to see them.
We have a global economy tied together by 24 hour climate controlled offices. We don't need daylight to work, in fact it often interferes with reading a computer screen. If y our job requires daylight, you usually get up to start when the sun comes up anyway.
Why should we re-adjust our clocks? Will I remember how to re-set the car clocks in five months? Will there be enough sunlight to wake me up and let me do chores in the morning? Will I care that it's dark when I drive home, just like it's been for the past month or so?
It seems to me that if people were allowed to adjust their schedules to the actual daylight time need before, during, and after work, rather than making everyone change time-zones twice a year, we could actually save congestion and reduce "rush-hour" traffic. Not to mention making school bus stops safer in mornings.

This last weekend we did a number of things we haven't done in a while.
There was an auction nearby, and we scored a couple more things than we planned on getting.
I got a nice wooden rocker for $7.50, and David bought a baker's rack for the sunroom for under $25. It was rather chilly, and sparsely attended, so when I bid on a silverplated dish, I got an entire table of junk along for the ride. After cherrypicking the pile, I gifted the balance to another sucker, a buyer who already had several loads of items to carry off.
Sunday, there was a little fundraiser for a local park, featuring some local bluegrass musicians I enjoy, so we went over for the duration of their set, outdoors beside the Arkansas river.
David's moved the plants indoors, and the horses are fuzzy and frisky.



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