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In which no rain, sleet or stupid sn*w will keep us from building the barn

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With 8 inches of sloppy white horribleness lingering on the ground, we hunkered down under the roof of our barn today, ready to build ourselves some walls.
Measure twice, cut once.
Right?  Or did I get that backwards?  
Jim is my expert go-to guy. 
There are lots of folks who can't learn to do stuff from family members.  I am delighted to report that our family is not that way.  Jim even taught me how to crochet a few years ago, although even he has been unable to teach me to knit.  There's something about putting two sticks into my hand that causes trouble.
So, here's a secret:  before this afternoon, I'd harboured a secret terror of circular saws.  I literally had nightmares about them as a kid.  Nobody ever told me that it's set up just like a sewing machine!!!!  Wheeeeeeeeeeee!  I can do it!!!!
(I know all the capable female readers--FUNDER, I'm talking about you--might not know how great it feels to me, adding a skill like this.  Some of y'all are so capab…

In which the weather outside is still frightful and I am all purple

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The weather is still disrepaired here in the Swamp.  
HOWEVER, the I.R.S. processed my taxes (finally) and my Big Fat Tax Return appeared in my checking account last night.   Y'all know what that means:   time to buy building materials!
Jim and I hustled off to the lumber yard today and bought an entire "unit" (44 pieces) of plywood.  I have never spent so much money for mere potential.  Ever.  Criminy.  The good news is that we can start cutting the boards to size tomorrow!  Since the barn roof is in place, we have a large place to work out of the rain, hurrah!

The bad news?  We cannot PAINT (and thus cannot MOUNT) the walls until the temperature rises above 50 degrees.   Look at our backyard:Do you even remember what 50 degrees looks like?  I vaguely remember the color green...like, growing out of the ground, not just the normal moss-growth on the Swamp-dwelling people.  Bah.  There isn't 50 degrees in our forecast for at least a week.   Bah, bah, bah.
However, here&#…

In which we all sing a childhood song about the cold, wet, white weather

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The more it SN*WS(tiddly pom)
The more it GOES (tiddly pom)The more it GOES(tiddly pom)On SN*WING.
And nobody KNOWS(tiddly pom)How cold my TOES(tiddly pom)
How cold my TOES(tiddly pom)are GROWING!
The poets at Haiku Farm wish to thank A.A. Milne and Winnie the Pooh for making up this entirely appropriate hum.  

In which we visit my old stompin' grounds and do a bit of stompin'

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There was a holiday from work and a day off from school AND it wasn't raining or sn*wing, so we loaded everybody--and I do mean everybody--into the rig and headed north.The kids brought bicycles, and I gave them a good map and some directions for stuff to look for.  Their destination:  Fairhaven, the historical district of my hometown.
These two city kids couldn't wait to bicycle out of the woods (about 3 miles, if you stay on the trail and don't get lost...) and into the little town where they could walk around and oogle the quaint little shops.  We don't have a lot of quaint shops in Arlington.  Arlington is a practical place, where you can buy plumbing supplies and building supplies and farming supplies, where you can go bowling or get a burger or even a bowl of vegetable soup, where you wave at neighbors and clerks in the stores will ask you how the barn-building project is progressing.  Quaintness, however, is in short supply.  I'm good with it, but the kids so…

In which Jean solves a technical problem and I award her a GOLD STAR

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Jean is a genius!

The weird formatting came from >something< in the post about broken weather...some strange bit of HTML that I couldn't find.  By deleting ALL the formatting, my sidebar once again appears

(drumroll please)

ON THE SIDE!

Um, except I've deleted bunches of it while mucking around.  Including a lot of my favorite blog links.   If you are a blogger and your blog should  be on my sidebar and it isn't, please leave a note in the comments with a link and I'll put it back in.

Fortunately, the weather is still broken, we've got 8+ inches of heavy, wet sn*w on the ground here at Haiku Farm, so I'm stuck at home until the Swamp warms up a bit...giving me LOTS of time to re-un-fix the sidebar and it's missing parts.

Thanks, everyone.  And especially, thanks to Jean!

In which if I HAD much hair, I'd have torn it out by now--please help me!

Blogspot has spontaneously re-located my SIDEbar to the BOTTOM of the page.

I didn't change anything to make this happen, but I've been trying to put the sidebar back on the side and I'm just boggled. When I get into the LAYOUT page, all the stuff shows up on the side, but when I look at the blog, it's all down at the bottom again.

I even DELETED everything in the sidebar, hoping to add it back, but the )*&^*() keeps sinking to the bottom again.

Ideas, anyone? My other blog is still fine, but there aren't any horses on that one.

In which our weather is broken, so we stop and take a closer look

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This was outside yesterday:
Bah.
One of my primary reasons for living in the Swamp is that we rarely have to shovel the weather. This week is apparently one of the exceptions, because we got a few inches of the nasty white stuff yesterday, and overnight we got a bunch more.

(NOAA said that we would get a half-inch of shovel-able weather yesterday. We got 2 inches. Overnight we were supposed to get another inch. We got 3 more. They're predicting another 3 to 7 for today. Should I expect 6 to 14? or 9 to 21? I think the National Weather Service has been watching too much Star Trek, and is using a reverse Scotty Factor to under-predict sn*wfall in the Swamp).

Footprint rollcall:

me (above)
Jim (below)Luna and Mimsy (above)
a wild bunny (above)
the Minervas Louise (below)the neighbor's cat

the goats (above)
Fiddle and Hana (below)

the kids (above)
the big truck (below)My little truck is snuggled into an out-of-the-way parking spot until all this nastiness melts. It has good tires,…

In which I am given an honorable but undeserved award

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This award has come from several dear bloggers, and I thank them all so much it...

but seriously?

"Stylish?"

Moi? The woman who routinely pairs a loud aloha-print shirt with camouflage trousers and accessorizes with purple hightops and a pirate ballcap? It is to laugh. Or at least titter.

I've had a lot of adjectives pasted to my hide, but stylish is a new experience.

I'm not sure I'm up to this challenge.

Fortunately, my obligation upon accepting the award is to reveal 7 things about myself, and then foist the award on some other unsuspecting bloggers.

Howsabouts I dazzle you with some of my personal trivia:

1. I've written 3 novels so far as part of NaNoWriMo (the month of writing madness) in three successive years. In 2008, writing was a delight. In 2009, I couldn't wait until the end of the month so I could throw all the characters off a fictional cliff. In 2010, I enjoyed the story so much that I'm still playing around with new chapters.

2. When I was a …

In which we participate in Jane's Valentine's Day Love Festival

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One of my favorite bloggers in the horseblogworld is Jane at The Literary Horse. She is always willing to explore the less-graceful and glamorous (and thus more interesting) side of riding and riders; she asks the questions that non-horsepeople don't think to ask. She also has a very skewed view of the world, which has caused tea-spew on my computer monitor more than once. Uh, more than once this week.


Jane asked in this post about how we came to love the horses we love. And since we celebrate the horses' birthdays on February 14th every year, it's a good time to tell this story!


Lemme tell ya, it's been a long journey to get to this:


It started with this: Pony Camp, circa 1976. I was about 12 years old, and finally deemed old enough by my parents and the Whatcom County Parks Department Summer Programs division to attend Pony Camp. Midnight was a fabulous pony (according to me): she would canter all day. On the last day of camp, we went on a trail ride--two hours in the w…