Finally got some warm weather and time in between checking cows. I took advantage of it to get out and play with my ponies.
Also! Today is the big day.
The book I’ve been working on for the last year is done and ready to go! A large part of the reason I’ve been so crazy busy lately is not just calving but calving on top of answer questions like crazy on the horse whorl page on facebook. A post of mine from awhile back got shared and went a bit crazy. That combined with adds we’ve been running for the book has grown the fb page by about a thousand people a week. They’ve been posting their horse whorl pictures and I’m trying to get to them all. As the book was getting ready to come out I figured I needed the name recognition and following.
It’s a good learning experience as I start working on revisions and updates to the current book that is available as a download for now. Once it has been out there for a bit and I see what needs changed and get the information added that I keep figuring out after getting the first one mostly finished I will get it published as a kindle and actual paper book!
There had to be a pausing point though or it would never get finished.
I joined the local library board because they were begging for people and because I love books. I loved going to the library as a child and wanted my kids to love it too. The board filled up with mothers of young kids, all except one who is the mother of older kids and the grandmother of young kids, who felt the same way. The former librarian wanted nothing to do with kids in the library, preferring to sit around and gossip with the older clientele who were in her age group. She soon quit. I don’t know if we drove her to it with all our enthusiasm and energy or if she really moved to take care of her ailing daughter, either way she’s gone and the new librarian shares our goals and hopes for the library.
The new librarian started just in time to take over our summer reading program we planned despite the old librarians objections. The old librarian had allowed us to carry on with our plans as long as we did it all ourselves and she was not bothered. The new librarian joined in the fun wholeheartedly and led the way.
It’s been three weeks now, three mornings of a library filled to the brim (about 20 kids, it’s a small library) with small children laughing and playing noisily as they, hopefully, learn to love the library and reading. We have read countless books, colored bookmarks, made a large cardboard box into a puppet stage, made puppets to perform on the stage and next week hope to act out the books as they are read. I believe the three pigs and billy goat gruff are planned along with others. I’m having a blast.
p.s. I think I should mention that we really in no way tried to drive the old librarian away. Yes we were happy that she left but did not do it on pupose.
Just not enough time to write about it all. I’ve been writing lots over on Rusty’s page but this one gets neglected. Between working with and writing about Rusty and my OTHER project I’ve been working on there hasn’t been any more time to write.
That OTHER project? It’s my favorite one right now. I’ve been shouting it out to anyone who will listen, and many who wont 😉 everywhere except here, so I thought I would fix that.
My mom wrote a book. She’s written many, the kids have quite a few that she wrote for them for Christmas and such. The last one though was even better than usual, and they’re always good. I decided something should be done with it and started to work on getting it published. I was going to surprise her with it then discovered that I needed her help to publish her book. Surprise, surprise. So we’ve been working together to get it ready to print and figure out the process. It’s been a really fun project to do together.
This particular book was about our constant attempts to ride to a nearby “mountain”. Somewhere I wrote a blog post about the time we made it as far as the gate at the bottom of the mountain. Fiction is kinder and in the book we make it. Plus some other fun stuff.
She has a facebook page about the book and soon, hopefully, more books. She is working on revamping at least one of the other ones she has written for the kids and some new ones maybe. She’s shy, she would have never made the facebook page for herself, or tried to get a book published so of course she wanted a pen name.
Here are some pictures of our latest attempt at reaching the mountain and a couple of pictures from the book of us actually making it to the mountain.
We got an awesome box in the mail from Grandma for 8’s birthday. They had a blast opening it.
I thought I should share this so if my children ever start showing signs of brain damage everyone can know where to put the blame. Plus they were cute inflicting it upon themselves.
We woke up to forty some degrees this morning. Although it’s cloudy it almost feels hot out. All our snow melted overnight, almost, leaving lots of mud. When 8 disappeared out the door in just a diaper and boots we didn’t try to stop him, just added a shirt. And sent his sister out too. They frolicked in the mud and water and wanted to ride Princess Onna. They wore boots and helmets, I think we had all the bases covered right?
The driveway was well blown in. Plowing more only makes higher drifts. Unless it’s a major undertaking, like last year. They spent days plowing snow way back into the wheat. It took forever and the wheat showed the wear and tear that summer. My very efficient husband kept wondering at the time why they weren’t just hooking up the snow blower.
This year he got to it first. He hooked up the snowblower.
I had a hard time deciding what vehicle to take to pick up The Goblin Child from school. The wind is blowing and the snow is drifting. Just out of the tree row there was a pretty good drift burying the road. I thought the car could probably make it but we took the pickup, just to be on the safe side. The first drift was bad the second, over the hill out of view from the house was worse but Billy, that’s my pickup, could handle it.
Getting out was no problem.
Coming home our tracks were drifted in but it didn’t look awful and my faith in Billy is great. We forged ahead. Billy plowed on until she could go no further. We were stuck. But no, that couldn’t be. Billy and I have been in tighter places than that!
Back and forth we went, taking care to shift slowly between drive and reverse. Billy is twenty two years old now, I’d hate to break the old girl. We rocked until she was able to get going backwards and we followed our tracks back out. I called my trusty husband, because what else does one do when the have problems? He said no, we couldn’t hope out into the wheat field and go around. Farmers are so weird.
So we tried again. With one set of tracks made Billy was able to fight her way a little farther before sticking. Again with lots of rocking we were able to back out. This time I gave up and told my concerned husband to go ahead and call his father to come plow a path with the payloader. I hate having to be saved.
We waited and watched as the payloader pushed a pile of snow taller that the bucket. It cleared the path out to us and we were able to get home. Probably still couldn’t have made it without four wheel drive. Good old Billy got us home safe, what a good old pickup.
It snowed yesterday. A nice snow, straight down with no wind. There was a good deal of it and it was wetter than the last snows have been. School was canceled, yesterday and today.
In plowing the driveway, again, the sledding hill was made better yet. It got piled good and high last time, this time it was widened. The cousins came over and they made use of it, in ways it was never meant to be used. Kids can never just go down the right way. What fun would that be? They went down the newly broadened sides and off any banks they could find. Hopefully they will sleep well tonight.
After the snow on Christmas, the children’s loving father piled the snow behind the house and shoveled a path down it for the kids to sled on. They have made really good use of it. They, and the cousins, and friends, wore it down to nearly nothing. then they had to clear the drive completely for a semi to come in. The semi still hasn’t shown but the cleared snow was put to good use.
With lots of help from his children their loving father built the hill even higher. He then spent most of an afternoon reshaping it and even digging steps into the back side for easy access. Nobody has taken a sled down it since its rebuild. No, they have found a different use for it.
It had to happen eventually. Even so, it came as a rude shock. Our lives will never be the same, nothing is safe.
Last night 8 crawled out of his crib.
He had been showing signs, standing with his foot hoisted up on the top of the rail, sitting on the changing table, subtle little things, but we noticed. Last night he stopped crying about going to bed and shortly there after came walking out of his room.
We may simply lay his mattress on the floor in the crib, that would gain a few inches and maybe some more time before he is free. He can not be allowed to roam the house at will. It would be disaster!
We have our sledding hill in the yard. They get lots of use out of it.
He decided to ride the tricycle down it. This child must be contained!
I have been meaning to get this up since before Christmas. Things got busy and I never got around to it. This was a very enjoyable play, in all three incarnations, produced by Ava and performed by The Goblin Child. They are so much fun!