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Monday, June 9, 2014

sunday and monday


This picture is apropos of nothing, but I found it in the pasture and couldn't resist photographing him (or her.....).    Not dead - it flew up and away out of sight after I took its picture.    Lucky me.

Sunday afternoon we went to our dear friend's new (to them) home in Penfield, a suburb of Rochester.      We haven't seen them since we left town last fall and while we were gone they sold their home and moved into this beautiful new one (were they trying to hide from us?).     They just returned from a cruise to Alaska so we had plenty to talk about, yak yak yak.    Over delicious lunch we caught up and picked their brains.    Robin and Tom are a wealth of information on realtor's tactics, reliable movers, furniture consignment shops (good and bad), where to shred stuff we don't want to throw out, etc., etc..    The afternoon flew by.

Tom and Dave's real estate talk bores little Remy

Monty isn't interested in the topic either

Dave explains our blueprints to Tom and Robin


Today, Monday, Sasha had a visit from a new (to us)  craftsman.    Mr. David's A-1 Medical Appliance Reconstruction Group sent their most clever and compassionate associate to help modify her newly applied lampshade......


Sasha waits in line for the man to work his miracle.    He politely avoided mentioning the condition of the workshop we provided.    We're using it to stage things we want to donate to Goodwill.


He worked and worked until he whittled it down to a more comfortable size and then trimmed the cut ends with duct tape for a more finished and attractive edge.



Ah, that's better

All's well that ends well - zzzzzzzz

Friday, June 6, 2014

All play and a little work make John a dull boy.....or something like that

We've been enjoying  Pam and John's company.  The days are melting together so don't ask which day we did what....

One day we went into Rochester for the nickel tour.   It was a bit cool and rainy so we decided to show them the High Falls area of the city above the Genesee River.   It is a historic area and the old Platt Street bridge has been turned into a pedestrian walkway high above the water.

John reads to Dave

bridge to the brewery

its hard to be short......

We fed a parking meter with the few quarters we could scrounge from the bottom of the jeep's center console and walked to the Pont de Rennes pedestrian bridge (the old Platt Street bridge) to view the falls.



We set off with raincoats and umbrellas, but the skies didn't open and we were treated to a fairly empty bridge and some pretty nice views of the Genesee River gorge and falls.   The famous Genesee Beer brewery sits on the other side of the gorge, so naturally that was our lunch destination.


not yet John, wait til we get into the restaurant......

happy campers

our lunch view

We had originally planned on going to the George Eastman House and Museum after lunch, but since the weather improved greatly we decided to drive north past all the now defunct Kodak buildings to Lake Ontario for a walk on the Ontario Beach pier.   We were all feeling a bit full after our burgers and beers and a walk sounded like a good idea.     I said "a bit full" but what I meant was that we had just a tiny speck of room for a chocolate frozen custard from Abbotts at the pier (don't judge....)   Three of us had frozen custard, one of us had something else....


We walked through the park, past the historic carousel, and onto the pier.   It was a very hot day, but the breeze from the lake made our walk delightful.




Pam straggles behind admiring the river


handsome family enjoying their outing at the lake


Another day we all worked.    In the morning John came up to the house, leaving Pam back at the lake, working out (so she said....)  He joined Mr. David's Insulation Service as a minimum wage worker.    Mr. David was hired to blow a bit of insulation into the farm's attic and he needed an unskilled worker to stay on  ground level to load the bags of insulation into the machine's hopper.   After a false start, the team hit their stride and the attic was filled in record time.

After lunch, Mr. David's Lawnmowing Service delivered a brand new mower to Mr. David's Lakeside RV Resort and John mowed the grass as if he'd done it all his life.   The day's final job put John's sandbox skills to the test.

John digs in the dirt, ewwww.....

In order to have a full hookup site at the lake, John needed to help Mr. David's Honey Wagon Service re-install a sewer pump that was removed when owner's Dave and Sue left on their excellent adventure.  

Sasha pretends not to notice what the "boys" are doing

Success was attained and to celebrate, Pam made us all dinner on the grill.   Yum!

The next day we decided to treat ourselves and play 18 holes of golf at the Livingston County Country Club just down the street from the farm.   It was supposed to be a warmish day, but it most definitely was not.   The wind howled from the north and it made our eyes water.

three amigos


Dave takes aim on his pink sweetie

fragrant phlox edge the fairways





Pam and John take part in the time honored tradition of "the searching for the lost ball".




Despite the chill wind, the boys played a decent game so we treated ourselves to dinner at The Nine's restaurant before heading back to our respective homes.

Today John and Pam left their motorhome at the lake site and headed north in their jeep.   Destination - Pam's mom's house in Clayton.   We think they'll be back Sunday night or Monday.   Was it something we said?

Monday, June 2, 2014

birthday......and another surprise birthday

Sunday was Dave's birthday and it started off in a very nice way.   Cindy and Walter brought coffee and muffins to the lake and we sat beside the water enjoying our second cup, the company, and the beautiful sunny and clear day.   Not much better.

Walter and Cindy P

We aren't staying there, but we can't miss an opportunity to spend a little time by the water's edge.  Actually in addition to the birthday second cup, we had a bit of business to take care of before the afternoons arrival.    Left alone, the wild grapevines and ivy had taken over the driveway and decking and we needed to beat it back so that Beluga's younger sibling would have a nice place to spend some time.

After lunch we drove to nearby Dansville to meet Pam and John and lead them to Mr. David's Lakeside RV Resort.   The route takes us through some small streets and we felt they may need an extra pilot escort to find their way.

Beluga's younger sibling nestled into its lakeside site

After they got backed in to their site and settled in, we picked them up and brought them up to the house for cocktails.    Lewis and Sasha were looking forward to seeing "Gramma Pamma" again.   Oh Joy say they!



The Wright's came bearing gifts!    Herr's Heinz Ketchup flavored Potato Chips for the birthday boy - his favorite and a very very difficult variety to find.     Thanks guys, you made him grin from ear to ear!     They didn't forget me either, the other large box is mine......

Dinner at a local lakeside restaurant and strawberry rhubarb birthday pie finished off a really nice special  day.

This morning (Monday) we met the last builder and got his proposal for the little cottage.   We'll have to make a decision in a day or two if we want to get his project going.    After he left we gathered Sasha up and whisked her off to  her vet's appointment.   She has a very large hematoma on one of her ears and also needed a screening blood test.    We stopped for a few errands on the way home and then checked in with John and Pam to make plans for a lasagna dinner at the farm.



While we were all sitting on the back porch, we noticed a large doe enter the back pasture.    She stood for a minute, then moved off a few feet away and didn't move.  It was raining pretty hard by then, thundering and lightning also -  but she never batted an eye.     I thought it was odd behavior.   I've been waiting for one of the does to bring a fawn into the pasture so I had my binoculars at the ready.   I wondered if she was pregnant and perhaps that was  why she was acting so still, but upon close inspection I could see she was not.

Turns out that when she entered the pasture, she was pregnant.    When she moved away, she wasn't!

She had dropped her fawn right before our eyes!   She stood ever so still just watching and waiting for her tiny spotted babe to get up so she could move it off into the orchard behind the pasture.

We all just sat spellbound and watched a real birthday unfold.   The little one struggled up onto  its spindly  legs and began racing around its mom.   Back and forth it shot, still wet from birth.   After only a few minutes  it raced out the gate with mother following closely behind.   Miraculous....

Pam managed to get a fuzzy picture, but my camera was in the house and I didn't want to move a muscle.  








Saturday, May 31, 2014

cocktail at the lake


So after a busy day we stopped work and had our first cocktail at the lake in three years.  It was also the first time we were there without our Rose.    Felt kind of funny not seeing her standing on the beach waiting for permission to go in the water.  No little golden head swimming around and around just for the joy of it.  

We sat on the break wall, Sasha went in the lake and Lewis zoomed around like all was new and oh so fun!     Ahhhhh      It was nice being there again.

A man, two gins and his faithful old dog

Friday, May 30, 2014

pre birthday

These past weeks have been a whirlwind of work.  We're tired, but we're making progress.  We have a couple coming to look at the house on Saturday so we've been working furiously to that end.    Whether they're interested or not, they've made us work double time to put our best foot forward and that's not a bad thing.

vacuuming the Titmouse's peanuts out of storm windows


our Miss Kim lilac is doing her best for us

this little guy took a break from his lunch to watch Dave wash windows...
I think he needs a napkin, don't you?
Last night we took a break and went to dinner at our favorite restaurant in Honeoye Falls.   Dave's big birthday is Sunday but this restaurant is only open on Thursday evenings, so.....

Honeoye Falls was beautiful last night


The Rabbit Room is on the first floor of the old Lower Mill.  The upper floor is an art gallery with changing exhibits.   Often the paintings or photographs or textiles find their way downstairs to the walls of the restaurant.

 

We ate way too much because the food was way too good.   I won't bore you with a description of our entire meal, but my appetizer was a grilled watermelon salad with blistered jalapeno, basil and goat cheese and one of our desserts was so good that Dave seriously entertained diving under the table to retrieve the morsel that slipped off his fork on the way to his mouth......Oh my goodness we did enjoy ourselves.



The next fun thing we have to look forward to is a visit from John And Pam of ohtheplacestheygo.wordpress.com.  Mr. David's Hillside and Lakefront RV Park just happens to have a 50 amp site available for them.    They arrive on Sunday, so you know they'll get to share Dave's birthday strawberry rhubarb pie and another dinner out.    It will be nice for us to take some time off and "smell the roses".   Dave looks forward to playing golf with John, he hasn't played since he and John did in Georgia in April.   It seems like such a long time ago.

I haven't told Lewis and Sasha that Gramma Pamma is on her way with cookies!

Monday, May 26, 2014

Green




Lewis leaps, Sasha stares

Dave bush hogs the pasture
(wouldn't Chamois and Queen have loved that job!)


I read friend's blogs and I'm green with envy.   They are out following a brew pub trail, hiking to the top of mountains, sharing meals with their daughter, climbing around ancient Indian ruins, wading in clear streams, eating ice cream, making plans for children's weddings, working on behalf of dogs in need, participating in their 36th 10K, rambling in our Nation's Capitol, sigh.

Some of them are planning new homes, planning new trips, making huge life choices, caring for aging parents, taking care of themselves and their husbands, repairing their "rides" or just waiting.....

Us?  We're trying to enjoy the "right now" scenes and smells and feelings.  I guess we all have to do something.......

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Critters and a craftsman

Yesterday afternoon I was puttering around on the front porch, arranging chairs and thinking about how things would look to prospective buyers.    I looked up over the door I'd just walked through and  saw the newest member of the farm, preparing to leave us.


It was a baby Phoebe bravely looking over the side of its soft mossy nest.  To my uneducated eye, it didn't look like it had enough feathers to be contemplating  first flight, but.....what do I know!

It blinked blandly and watched me move things around.   I called up to Dave (you guessed it - painting upstairs) to come and see the baby.   By the time he got downstairs, the deed was done.   The nest was empty and the wee one was crouched down in the garden, peeping loudly.

Dave quickly went out to pick it up and return it to the nest but by the time he got to the front garden it was gone again.   Ok, maybe it was ready to fledge.


It had managed to fly (I use the term loosely) up into a nearby Dogwood tree and it sat there as if trying to figure out what to do next.

mom watches from the fence finial

Mom stayed close, talking calmly to her child.    This morning they were both gone.  So glad I was able to watch.


So, today Dave put down the paint brush and turned his considerable talents to repairing a bit of the wear and tear from almost 38 years of our wonderful animals.  Today it was the mullion in one of the  kitchen windows that a young and energetic Sasha bit vigorously.  Couldn't really blame her, it was our fault for giving her the run of the house while we were gone - she obviously wasn't in control of her youthful exuberance.    We were lucky she didn't go right through the glass.

So many remnants of animals gone by.....a lightly chewed den coffee table leg, a few teeth marks in the baseboard behind the toilet (don't ask), some scratches in the door to the garage, courtesy of my dear devoted Golden, Nordic.  Not much trouble for all the memories.

The barn holds scars of its previous inhabitants too.   Impatient pawing made dents in the stall floors - "where is our dinner"! Marks on the sliding doors from long white teeth  telling us it was time to go out, telling us not to walk so close, telling us to not feed "her" first, streaks of gooey meds. on the wall, where I wiped off what was spit back out at me.   Long blonde and red mane and tail hairs stuck on the rough wood of the huge vertical beams - itchy necks and butts.  Sounds nasty, but it wasn't.   Every mark makes me smile now.

a man in his workshop


hands of a craftsman



Lewis....what a character he is.   He is loving the freedom of the huge backyard.   So much to patrol, so much to watch, so much grass to run and roll and romp in.   Today, at cocktail hour, he discovered the chipmunk that lives in the downspout.   The chippy wasn't happy about his discovery.

Sasha waits in the background until something actually happens


Mr. Chippy squeals and Lewis barks - back and forth they go...
Oh Joy!

cocktails in the clouds