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Bernie Learns the True Meaning of Early Retirement

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007

I may have told y’all that when we first decided to move to the Homestead permanently, one of the many things Bernie promised to take care of around the house, was to do things like get groceries, while I continued to work from home. I have to say, he has exceeded my expectations and done an absolutely superb job of taking care of everything while I work from home. I could not be more pleased. But I’m afraid today he got a very realistic idea of what all this truly means.

Early in the morning he told me he was going to the hardware store and to the grocery store, and asked if there was anything I would like to add to his lists of things to get. We discussed it and he made his lists and took off, cell phone on his hip. About 30 minutes after he left, I realized I need a “personal hygiene” item. I really hated to call him about it, but when living 20 minutes form the closest grocery store, I knew I had to ask him to pick it up.

So I called him on the cell phone and said “Hey honey, are you in the grocery store yet?” He said “No. I’m in the hardware store. Why”?

“Well, because I just realized I need something. Will you please pick me up some….” And then I gave him, in painstaking detail, the description, name, and brand of what I needed. But what he heard was “Well, I’ve picked today to humiliate you by asking you to pick up the most embarrassing item any man has ever bought in this entire county.” I know that’s what he heard because after about 10 seconds of dead silence he responded with “You’re kidding me, right?” *sigh*

After a few moments of assuring him I really needed it and would not ask him if things were not approaching critical mast, I finally said “Just write down exactly what I told you I need – you’ll find it right away” – to which he shouted in a very loud whisper “HONEY – I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF A HARDWARE STORE!!!!!”

So he didn’t write it down – and I was shocked and pleased when he came home with exactly what I asked for! I asked him if it was as bad as he expected and he said “No. Not at all. There was a woman in the aisle when I got there, so I hung out until she left. Then I grabbed them and left.” What a wonderful husband!

When I logged off from work today, I was itching to get outside. It was so beautiful today – low 80s and no humidity. I had to get out and enjoy it. So we took a walk through the woods. We found two old shelters that had fallen many years ago, an old, dilapidated rock fence, and several new deer trails. We also found two huge patches of blueberry bushes I’ll be visiting next season. We had a really nice time just rambling about the homestead. Then we sat on the cabin porch for a while and enjoyed a beer while talking about evolution and wondering why the chicken farmer across the way has so much trouble with his fans.

Tomorrow Bernie is running wires so he can put in a couple of 40 amp receptacles outside. Yesterday he chopped firewood all day. I know he’s busier now than he’s ever been, but he’s happy. And that makes me happy! Well, that and the fact that he buys all the groceries and other necessities these days 😉

Bee Free,
Penny

Dealing With Miss Penny 101: The Proper Way to React to a Home-made Gift

Thursday, July 12th, 2007

As I mentioned in my last post, I made some beeswax lip balm last weekend. I’ll get some pictures up on the website soon. It turned out quite nicely, if I do say so myself. In fact, of the three people I’ve given some to so far, two of them reacted quite positively. One even suggested I could get rich selling it. Needless to say, THAT person will be receiving future home made gifts from me. Probably she’ll be the proud recipient of some home-made soap, but that little jewel isn’t quite cured enough to be a gift yet.

We’ve established how much I enjoy the whole obligatory gift giving notion, but there are times when I do feel obligated to give a gift – and even times when the spirit just moves me to do so. And because of this, I feel it only fair that I should tell you how I expect you will react when you are the blessed soul that recieves a home-made gift from me.

Gushing is completely acceptable. Proclaiming me The Queen of All Things Home-Made is not only acceptable, but somewhat expected. Doing these simple little things will insure that: 1) I will not hate you for all eternity and 2) you may well be the proud recipient of another slice of heaven made by my own hands.

The truth is, as much as I enjoy making home-made gifts, I do NOT enjoy giving to people who do not appreciate them. In all honesty, that kind of pisses me off. So, lie if you must – but certainly gush over your gift. You will not only receive future home-made gifts from me, but you will insure I will actually speak to you when we cross paths in the future.

You may think I am a little sensitive on this subject. You may be right. But I’m the one making this crap and I’m the one giving it away, so I get to make the rules. So gush away or be dropped from my gift list. And have a nice day.

Bee Free,
Penny

Let it Be Known. I Officially Declare War on All Mice.

Monday, May 28th, 2007

As we headed out to the homestead on Friday night I had a song in my heart. We were going to spend a long weekend at my favorite place on the face of the earth! We had planned to do hive inspections of our six hives and we had our good friends, Tex and Charlotte, planning to come out to spend all day Sunday with us. How could it get any better? I was really happy and really excited.

But as we pulled into the drive way we noticed that one of the hives in the apiary had globs of bees all over the front of it. And only one of the hives – our most active hive. Bees will glob together on the outside of a hive when it is particularly hot weather – but it wasn’t particularly hot weather at that time. We instinctively knew something was not right, and after doing a little checking we absolutely knew we had a little problem. You can read about it on The Bee Buzz Blog and see pictures of us opening the hives on The Bee Buzz Website.

At any rate, we finally made it up to the house and the first thing I did was check the mouse traps. Sure enough we had one. I couldn’t help but wonder if this wasn’t the same little mouse with attitude that I had met last weekend. No telling I guess. I felt a little bad but then I remembered the conversation that little mouse and I had in kitchen. I told him point blank that I was baiting with peanut butter the next week and I warned him fair and square about coming back inside. So if he screwed up and came back inside, well I guess he picked the wrong kitchen to mess around in this time.

Saturday morning we woke up early to get the mowing out of the way. I was using the push mower in front of the house and Bernie was using the riding mower at the front of the property. After a while I looked up and he was stopped – and had his upper body shoved under the hood of the riding mower. I walked up just as he was pulling dead mice and bedding out of the carburetor. Our riding mower was dead – and we learned it would cost us about $600 to repair the mouse damage!

All weekend I continued to find signs of mice. One scurried into the garage as I came around the corner. I discovered the towels in the guest bathroom were all chewed up and pooped on by mice. I decided enough is enough. I have tried to be nice. I have tried to warn them. It would be obvious to the most casual observer that I am being ignored. I’ve had enough. I declare war on all mice on the face of the planet. Bring it on baby – I’m ready for you!

I have put poisoning in every nook and cranny inside and outside of our home and garage. I HATE using poison. But I am at my wits end. I will not be conquered by a bunch of small, obnoxiously obnoxious rodents. With the aid of mouse traps, peanut butter, and Di-Con, I intend to show those little bastards who is boss.

Lord, please don’t let them win.

Bee Free, Penny

There’s a Mouse in the House!

Sunday, May 20th, 2007

Each time we arrive at the homestead and enter the house, I immediately check the mouse traps we set around after finding evidence of a few mice during the winter. This weekend was no different and as I checked each trap I was relieved to find they were undisturbed. Each morning when I awaken at the homestead, I check the traps again.

Saturday morning I stumbled out of bed and headed for the coffee pot and out of habit glanced beside the stove and noticed two traps were tripped – and they were completely empty. Not good. Not good at all. I poured my coffee and stumbled to my recliner next to Bernie and announced “Something tripped those mouse traps – but there weren’t any mice in them.” He said “I think I heard a mouse this morning”. I really wasn’t sure he was serious, but he convinced me that in the still of the morning he heard something scurrying through our bedroom. As we were sitting there discussing it, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. A mouse! And he was sitting about three feet away from me just staring at me – daring me to come closer.

Now, I have a soft spot for mice. When I was about eight years old my cousin, Andy, gave me a little gray mouse in a cage. I named him Popo and I really loved that little mouse. As an adult I’ve learned the destruction mice cause in a home and I’ve set out to kill them with traps on many occasions. But I never had one look me in the eyes while I was thinking of killing him! This was going to be a tough one.

Normally Bernie is the Mouse Slayer, but this time I felt it was something personal. That little mouse just thumbed his nose at me! I jumped up from my chair and the mouse scurried into the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and found him sitting on the rug beneath the sink. I walked up within a foot of him and he just sat there staring at me. I slowly reached over and grabbed a dish towel. The mouse just continued starting at me. I took the towel and quickly threw it to the ground with the intent of it landing on the mouse and trapping him long enough for me to catch him. The mouse zipped away. Bernie yelled “Grab a bucket!” I walked over and grabbed the bucket and looked around and said “I don’t see the mouse”. Bernie said “There he is! He’s running to the living room.” I hurried over to the living room and saw no sign of a mouse. I asked Bernie “Where is he?”. He said “He’s crawling up the curtain.” Ewwww! I ran over to the curtain and put the bucket underneath the mouse. He fell into the bucket!

I quickly handed the bucket to Bernie and he walked outside to the wood line and released the mouse. As Bernie started walking toward the house he looked behind him and the mouse was following! He walked back toward the mouse and finally the little guy took off into the woods.

That little mouse had some personality. I would love to invite that little mouse to live in our home. But mice don’t potty train easily and they like make little nests out of stuff that I am particularly fond of. I wish the best to our little visitor. And I sure hope he doesn’t come back to visit. I’ve baited the traps with peanut butter – and I’ve got a feeling he couldn’t resist that.

The homestead is a luscious green right now. We finally have some grass growing! We still need to get it a little thicker, but damn if it doesn’t look nice! Check it out!

I got a new camera and it takes some awesome pictures. I put some pictures on the website of flowers and insects that I took on the homestead.

I also got several pictures of our bees and wrote a blog entry on them.

That’s it for now. Next weekend is Memorial Day weekend and we’ll have three whole days on the homestead! Can’t wait – and I’ll be sure to post some pictures.

Bee Free,
Penny

There’s a Mouse in the House!

Sunday, May 20th, 2007

Each time we arrive at the homestead and enter the house, I immediately check the mouse traps we set around after finding evidence of a few mice during the winter. This weekend was no different and as I checked each trap I was relieved to find they were undisturbed. Each morning when I awaken at the homestead, I check the traps again.

Saturday morning I stumbled out of bed and headed for the coffee pot and out of habit glanced beside the stove and noticed two traps were tripped – and they were completely empty. Not good. Not good at all. I poured my coffee and stumbled to my recliner next to Bernie and announced “Something tripped those mouse traps – but there weren’t any mice in them.” He said “I think I heard a mouse this morning”. I really wasn’t sure he was serious, but he convinced me that in the still of the morning he heard something scurrying through our bedroom. As we were sitting there discussing it, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. A mouse! And he was sitting about three feet away from me just staring at me – daring me to come closer.

Now, I have a soft spot for mice. When I was about eight years old my cousin, Andy, gave me a little gray mouse in a cage. I named him Popo and I really loved that little mouse. As an adult I’ve learned the destruction mice cause in a home and I’ve set out to kill them with traps on many occasions. But I never had one look me in the eyes while I was thinking of killing him! This was going to be a tough one.

Normally Bernie is the Mouse Slayer, but this time I felt it was something personal. That little mouse just thumbed his nose at me! I jumped up from my chair and the mouse scurried into the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and found him sitting on the rug beneath the sink. I walked up within a foot of him and he just sat there staring at me. I slowly reached over and grabbed a dish towel. The mouse just continued starting at me. I took the towel and quickly threw it to the ground with the intent of it landing on the mouse and trapping him long enough for me to catch him. The mouse zipped away. Bernie yelled “Grab a bucket!” I walked over and grabbed the bucket and looked around and said “I don’t see the mouse”. Bernie said “There he is! He’s running to the living room.” I hurried over to the living room and saw no sign of a mouse. I asked Bernie “Where is he?”. He said “He’s crawling up the curtain.” Ewwww! I ran over to the curtain and put the bucket underneath the mouse. He fell into the bucket!

I quickly handed the bucket to Bernie and he walked outside to the wood line and released the mouse. As Bernie started walking toward the house he looked behind him and the mouse was following! He walked back toward the mouse and finally the little guy took off into the woods.

That little mouse had some personality. I would love to invite that little mouse to live in our home. But mice don’t potty train easily and they like make little nests out of stuff that I am particularly fond of. I wish the best to our little visitor. And I sure hope he doesn’t come back to visit. I’ve baited the traps with peanut butter – and I’ve got a feeling he couldn’t resist that.

The homestead is a luscious green right now. We finally have some grass growing! We still need to get it a little thicker, but damn if it doesn’t look nice! Check it out!

I got a new camera and it takes some awesome pictures. I put some pictures on the website of flowers and insects that I took on the homestead.

I also got several pictures of our bees and wrote a blog entry on them.

That’s it for now. Next weekend is Memorial Day weekend and we’ll have three whole days on the homestead! Can’t wait – and I’ll be sure to post some pictures.

Bee Free,
Penny

There’s a Mouse in the House!

Sunday, May 20th, 2007

Each time we arrive at the homestead and enter the house, I immediately check the mouse traps we set around after finding evidence of a few mice during the winter. This weekend was no different and as I checked each trap I was relieved to find they were undisturbed. Each morning when I awaken at the homestead, I check the traps again.

Saturday morning I stumbled out of bed and headed for the coffee pot and out of habit glanced beside the stove and noticed two traps were tripped – and they were completely empty. Not good. Not good at all. I poured my coffee and stumbled to my recliner next to Bernie and announced “Something tripped those mouse traps – but there weren’t any mice in them.” He said “I think I heard a mouse this morning”. I really wasn’t sure he was serious, but he convinced me that in the still of the morning he heard something scurrying through our bedroom. As we were sitting there discussing it, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. A mouse! And he was sitting about three feet away from me just staring at me – daring me to come closer.

Now, I have a soft spot for mice. When I was about eight years old my cousin, Andy, gave me a little gray mouse in a cage. I named him Popo and I really loved that little mouse. As an adult I’ve learned the destruction mice cause in a home and I’ve set out to kill them with traps on many occasions. But I never had one look me in the eyes while I was thinking of killing him! This was going to be a tough one.

Normally Bernie is the Mouse Slayer, but this time I felt it was something personal. That little mouse just thumbed his nose at me! I jumped up from my chair and the mouse scurried into the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and found him sitting on the rug beneath the sink. I walked up within a foot of him and he just sat there staring at me. I slowly reached over and grabbed a dish towel. The mouse just continued starting at me. I took the towel and quickly threw it to the ground with the intent of it landing on the mouse and trapping him long enough for me to catch him. The mouse zipped away. Bernie yelled “Grab a bucket!” I walked over and grabbed the bucket and looked around and said “I don’t see the mouse”. Bernie said “There he is! He’s running to the living room.” I hurried over to the living room and saw no sign of a mouse. I asked Bernie “Where is he?”. He said “He’s crawling up the curtain.” Ewwww! I ran over to the curtain and put the bucket underneath the mouse. He fell into the bucket!

I quickly handed the bucket to Bernie and he walked outside to the wood line and released the mouse. As Bernie started walking toward the house he looked behind him and the mouse was following! He walked back toward the mouse and finally the little guy took off into the woods.

That little mouse had some personality. I would love to invite that little mouse to live in our home. But mice don’t potty train easily and they like make little nests out of stuff that I am particularly fond of. I wish the best to our little visitor. And I sure hope he doesn’t come back to visit. I’ve baited the traps with peanut butter – and I’ve got a feeling he couldn’t resist that.

The homestead is a luscious green right now. We finally have some grass growing! We still need to get it a little thicker, but damn if it doesn’t look nice! Check it out!

I got a new camera and it takes some awesome pictures. I put some pictures on the website of flowers and insects that I took on the homestead.

I also got several pictures of our bees and wrote a blog entry on them.

That’s it for now. Next weekend is Memorial Day weekend and we’ll have three whole days on the homestead! Can’t wait – and I’ll be sure to post some pictures.

Bee Free,
Penny