A few years ago, I worked at a State Park on a summer program for Seniors. Most of the time, I liked it. But the Fourth of July weekend was pretty awful. When the park was full in the campground, you might have nearly 500 people up there, plus all the day trippers. Most of them were nice, but a lot of them were jerks. These days I don't go off the mountain at all on big traveling holidays like the Fourth.
Once I had a colony of seven ferrets. But as the years passed, one by one they went to the "Rainbow Bridge", and now there is only Spike.
I feel sorry for the guy. He has been looking all over the house since Jet passed away, trying to find him. E and G are coming home for a week in mid August. I have asked them to try to find me some more ferrets that need a home. Surely, in a city that large, there must be some.
There are some kittens living in the house just now, and Spike gets along with them. He is sleeping in their basket, as a matter of fact. I suppose it's cooler than the Snuggy Bag.
This room used to be my radio room. But when the kids left, I moved the radios into a different room where it was easier to get the antenna coaxial cable out of the house. So now, this is my computer room. I used to use this map to take a look at the locations of stations I pulled in at night. With HF radio you can get a signal from just about anywhere at night if you listen year round.
I try to keep the nasty chickens off the porch, but to no avail. You don't want to walk down this section of porch bare footed.
Some of the kittens born this Spring. We have ten more cats as a result , but that's ok. I can get them spayed for $20.00 at the pet rescue just across the state line. We always need cats up here, and the past year the attrition rate was high. Two of my favorite barn cats just disappeared.
This hydrangea was planted in 1993. Doesn't look like much, but it's about the only one of my wife's flowers that survived after we got chickens in 1999. The chickens laid waste all the other shrubs and flowers.
This is Ton Ton MaCoot, cramming himself inside a box that's way too small after pushing the kitten who was sleeping in it out of the box. Ton Ton has his own basket, don't know why he fancies this box. The black kitten is Bastet, named after the Egyptian goddess.
Ton Ton is not the father of any of these kittens, but they must think he is. Here Penrod has decided to cuddle up next to dad on the coffee table. Penrod is named after the Booth Tarkinton character, from the World War One era books.
Recently I topped off the diesel fuel tanks. That's what my generator runs off of, and this gives me 1000 gallons plus a few gallons stored in 5 gallon cans. In a real emergency, I could run the truck off this fuel, but because no road tax was paid on the diesel in the tanks that would technically be illegal. In a collapse, I expect the government, if it still existed , would have other worries.
This is one of our growing boxes. Our land is very steep, and the soil is just rocky clay filled with flint. So we built a few of these boxes, bought bags of "vegetable soil" from Home Depot, and got our garden growing. We didn't use seeds, we bought the plants already growing in little plastic pots. You just pull the plants out, the root ball comes out, and you plant the whole thing. We have tomatoes, squash, peppers, and watermelon. This morning, when we went out to water, there were little squash on one plant. I thought we were not going to get any.
We have lots of tomatoes, and I am actually quite proud of how our little beds are turning out. Given our late start and lack of expertise, we haven't done too badly. With M home now, and as much as she loves having a garden, I expect we will do much more next Spring.
So that's how things are up here on the mountain this fourth of July weekend. Notice I didn't say anything about the hideous events around the world? Thought everybody needed a break from those.