Sliding Into Home

This title takes on a whole new meaning when you are not talking baseball.  Here in Colorado, and at my house inparticular, it means that turning into my street slides me right into my driveway.  If it was part of a comedy, it would be really funny and perhaps even kind of cool but following the Uhaul meets Fence experience, it's a little frightening.  I keep meaning of taking a photo of the corner for you, but once I get inside the house, well, something else happens like being greeted by an excited little dog.

Kanga and Fluffy have begun playing a game that I like to call "She's Mine" which is to say that they compete for my attention and my lap.  Once, they both sat on my lap at the same time but I think that was just them both standing their ground.  As for me, I don't enjoy the game very much at all.  I figure it will work itself out by Spring, or I will not have any animals on my lap-at all.

In the meantime, I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a safe and Happy New Year!

New and Exciting

This blog is now linked to my tumblr page, MissyMarian.tumblr.com.  What could be more exciting?  Well, I'll tell you...I started a new blog, since this one has fulfilled its orginal purpose...staying in contact with family and friends as I traveled across the country. 

My new blog is Turtling With Fluffy at turtlingacrossamerica.tumblr.com (I think).  I'm not really certain what its purpose is, but I'm excited just the same. 

What Was That?

It's really late and I should be sleeping but there's just too much to process so I'll catch you all up...last Friday, I picked up my young friend, practically a niece, from the Denver airport.  If you have never been to that airport, it is really spread out.  To get to the terminal you take two escalators, one tram, and three moving sidewalks, the rest of it you just walk under your own power.

After a minor setback, we headed home and it was easy for both of us to fall right to sleep.  Early the next morning, a loud bang woke me up.  I first thought she had fallen out of bed.  I went into her room and observed her sleeping then went back to bed myself.  Thinking that my next door neighbor must have dumped something large in the gigantic trash bin that they have hired for this purpose, I fell right to sleep only to hear my doorbell ring and pounding on my window.

I popped back up and opened the door only to discover my neighbor pointing out that a moving van had crashed through the power/telephone pole, my side fence, missed the car, the biggest tree, and the house, went through the back fence while taking down a small tree then came to a dead stop in my backyard.

 

So, naturally, I grabbed my bathrobe (bright red) and my camera and proceeded to photograph the wreckage while talking to the shocked gentleman who had unfortunately hit the gas instead of the brake, and did not know what to do with himself. 

Of course, all the neighbors came out, since they heard the crash and lost their power and land lines.  I was very happy that my pajamas, robe and slippers were color coordinated and presentable but I must have been quite the sight shooting photos from every angle.

Hearing sirens, I went in the house and got dressed, moved the car out of the driveway so that I would have access to it and witnessed a swarm of fire trucks, utility vehicles and police descend on the scene. First they propped up the pole with a shorter pole and then they used a crane and a cherry picker to hoist the old pole out and put the new pole in, reconnect the wires and such, and left.  They handled everything so efficiently that I feel compelled to write a thank you. 

 

Now, I am missing two fences.  A quick trip to Home Depot for a roll of plastic fencing and my trusty staple gun encloses the backyard for Kanga.  I used the broken fencing to disguise the green plastic, but it is still rather unsightly.  It's easy to say that it's been a busy week, especially since that was just one day of it.

Smoked Turkey

So, Thanksgiving has come and gone and I was only a week behind.  Which is to say that I cooked my turkey exactly one week late.  I wasn't really that far behind schedule-although I am perfectly capable of it, it's just that I hemmed and hawed so long about whether or not I was going to cook one that by the time I got around to buying one there were only huge birds left, so I waited for company.

Ricky and Joseph blew into town and while they raked my leaves and straightened up this and that, I cooked the 17 pound turkey for us.  Of course, I have my turkey roasting pan so well stashed that I could not find it...so, I used the lasagna pan-which isn't deep enough...resulting in drippings in the oven that set off two smoked detectors.  It's not your typical dinner music, but it wasn't a typical dinner so I guess you could say it was on theme and it was in stereo.

It's really just another day, but Happy Thanksgiving.  Come on bye if you'd like some smoked turkey.