My hollyhocks are finally blooming! They were getting wind whipped when Bo took the pictures though. lol
My poker plants are done blooming, but my free irises are still blooming.
One of my hollyhocks up close.
Some thoughts on homeschooling and our journey through life in semi-rural New Mexico.
6/22/11
I had a dream…
I looked out the window in the bathroom and noticed a big sink hole in the back yard. It had jagged edges, was very deep and the ground looked moist deeper down. I could see what looked like tunnel with jagged edges going off in different directions. Bo had just left for work then he was in the house telling me to get ready because the city inspectors would be here in a minute.
When I came out of the bedroom my house was filled with people I didn’t know rushing here there and everywhere and the sliding glass door was open. I saw an opening to underground. “Wow, I didn’t realize it came this far over” I said. Then I saw steps going down into the hole. “Did you make these” I asked? “nope” said an unidentifiable worker. Parts of each step were missing, but every step was there so you could descend to the bottom. The steps were made of mosaic tile. The wall in the bottom was mosaic tile with gold. It was beautiful! There were people coming and going from the tunnels and up and down the stairs.
Peggy and the kids came over to see it all. There were a ton of people by this time just visiting to see it all. There were tables for people to sit and rest or eat a packed lunch.
It’s night time and Ben is home so we grab flashlights to show him. The place is deserted, it’s just us 3. I call the dogs and they come from the direction of the opening, then I see other eyes approaching in the dark. It’s 2 black cats, they are friendly. Then there are 2 more. I notice more animals around, but don’t know what they all are. I’m not afraid of the animals though I do remember that ancient Egyptians considered cats to be protectors from the un-dead. We go down the stairs and into the hole. There seems to be light coming from a room and I look in through a French door and see a man lying on his side with his arm stretched out in between stair railings. Apparently I’m looking in at the upstairs. I call the guys back, “Hey, here’s a body.” About the time they get to me the guy sits up on his knees and looks at us. Bo is in front, Ben and I behind. All of a sudden Bo says, “Run!” So we turn tail and run back to the entrance. Bo stops, vomits, tells me and Ben to get the truck. I say, “the 4runner?”. “No the blue truck” he says. Then he disappears back into the hole. Ben and I shoot up the steps and start the diesel. I am absolutely terrified. Bo, my 6’1” 250# husband who doesn’t back down from anything just vomited in fear…something…anyway, if it freaks him and sends him into immediate action you can be sure it’s absolutely terrifying! Ben starts to drive, he goes out on the road and circles back again into the other part of the circle drive. There is traffic now, people are starting to show up for the day. We made it back to the entrance just as Bo comes out and he gets in and drives us away…
Back story…a sinkhole opened up at the end of our house in Jan. 2007. Insurance paid to move the house and then cancelled the “earth cessation” part of our policy. It is now 2011 and we planted grass in the front yard and flower beds along the front of the house. The front porch is moving away from the house, the dirt up against the house in the flower beds is moving away from the house. In the road just outside our front lawn and going the entire length of the lawn the ground is split. It looks like maybe our front yard right up to the house is a small sink hole. It cost $18000 to move the house 4 years ago, the insurance won’t do it again and we can’t afford to do it. If something like the sinkhole happens again we are screwed. The property won’t be worth what we owe on it. There will be no place safe to put another house, we picked the flattest, most stable part of the property when we moved the house 4 years ago. We’ll have a mortgage on a piece of land that won’t hold a house. Good luck selling that! Oh, and I’m reading Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card. The Stand by Stephen King also comes to mind as I’m re-telling this dream.
Wow! It's been a long time since I posted! Our camera quit working so I quit posting. The pictures I took gave me ideas about what to post. Bo told me, "silly wife, you can post without pictures!" So, here you go honey, a post!
Here's the news since I posted last:
Both cats died. Nikki had to be euthanized because her body was just shutting down. Precious just couldn't handle life without Nikki. I'd had those cats for 19 years! They had been a part of my entire adult life! I miss their companionship terribly, but I sure don't miss all the hair and the litter box. They are both buried on top of Dee. They were her cats. Anytime either one cried, but especially Precious, Dee came running to defend.
The Lincoln County rescued puppies are doing well and finally settling down! I brought 3 back from Lincoln County because those dummies were going to euthanize them! The "authorities" found a nursing mother dog and decided to round them all up to euthanize them! Luckily, my mom went and rescued the whole litter, but she couldn't get her hands on the mama. The mama is still running around Lincoln County.
I had dreams of walking all 3 dogs every day, a la Ceasar Milan. Well, a 70# dog is hard to handle and even harder to handle with a 50# dog! Maybe I'll try again now that they have calmed down some.
Belle is doing good. She needs an Estradiol shot about once a year to keep her urinary tract working properly. We know she needs it because about every Feb. or March she starts waking up in puddles. Poor girl looks so confused when that happens! So we get her a hormone shot and she goes into heat for a little while (really weird for a fixed dog!). She's not as recovered as we would like from getting run over on the interstate in 2008. She still runs after the horses and chickens and she'll chase whatever you throw, but she gets real sore if you don't watch her close and make her stop. She can't get up from sitting or lying down quickly, actually, now that I think about it, she doesn't sit hardly at all. She had knee surgery and recovered well from that. The vet thinks she's as good as she can be given her injuries. She's starting to play with Rowdy and Trouble. That's good to see!
We still have all 3 horses. Sarah still isn't trained. I haven't even attempted it after my last failure with the saddle. Cinbar is doing well, keeping weight on. Dutchess is fine, but I think she gets restless this time of year. She wants to be out and about. Of course, the wild horses are down all the time. Last summer they got our horses really sick. They passed some kind of virus through the fence. It cost us about $250 in vet and medicine bills and countless hundreds more to put the weight back on them. They are all healthy now though.
The wild horse herd is growing and becoming domesticated. There is a woman who feeds them every day. She has names for them all. While it's a nice sentiment, the herd has become bigger than this area can support. It is neat that you can walk right up to them and pet them though. How many people have walked right up to a wild horse and pet it?
We finally lost our 2 oldest chickens; Brownie and Gimpy. Brownie got left out and the dogs chased her until she got caught in the fencing and died. Bo found Gimpy keeled over in the pen one day. They were 7 or 8 years old! Brownie only quit laying last year and Gimpy quit laying 3 years ago. Gimpy used to consistently lay double yolk eggs and sometimes double eggs (double yolk & double white!). We still have 10 laying hens but have been very disappointed all of them except the Rhode Island Reds. Only 3 Buff Orpingtons went broody 2 years ago; none since then. They quit laying sooner than the Reds and began laying later than the Reds. Maybe we will buy more Reds and then sell the others. We have a beautiful Cochin rooster who is not aggressive. That's good for him because it means that his head gets to stay attached to his neck! LOL
This school year has been good.
Bo has been working and trying not to get bogged down by everything that needs to be done around the property. His second sabbatical is coming up this summer. It is 2 months and he has more projects than sabbatical and definitely more projects than money! He also remembered that his family owns a homestead between Roswell and Tatum. Anyone that knows Bo knows that it's been his lifelong dream to live out in the boonies, off-grid. So, back to Roswell we go. There's work that needs to be done first so it will be a little while yet.
In my attempt to avoid depression I decided to take on volunteer duties at church and to begin working part time. So I'm church treasurer and the Christian Education director. Our church is very small so they aren't big jobs. But then, I work preparing taxes part time, with a few full time weeks in February. Then, Ben has outside classes and activities on top of his regular school work. Long story short, I severely over-committed myself. I ended up in bed sick for 2 weeks and another 2 weeks of going slow to recover. Now I have to make some choices for next spring.
The good news is that I think I've got my depression under control. I think I'm starting to come out of the grief of losing Jeremy. That doesn't mean I've forgotten him or gotten over his death. It just means that I'm starting to see the sun again. I'm coming out of that dark tunnel. I feel like it's spring time for my soul as well as for the Earth. As I look around, I can't believe the state of affairs of my home and my family. I have neglected both. We now live in a house instead of a home. So I'm working to make it a home again.
I think that's the most comprehensive update I can come up with right now. Maybe we'll get a camera soon and I can start chronicling our lives again with pictures. It’s so much nicer to have pictures with the words!