Friday, July 13, 2012

Poppie scared us and didn't even feel contrite.... Poppie made a big mistake with his toy.

Today we are going to tell the tales of Poppie.  It just must have not been Poppies day yesterday.  He had a Doctor appointment and decided he would go all alone, he never gets to go alone we worry about him like old mother hens so don't let him go alone.  Ok, so we are needy alright enough said.  The girls and I, well Booboo and I, as Yogie has decided that she is a most excellent milker and animal husband, is that what you call it when you practice animal husbandry?  I digress.  Anyway she has taken it upon herself to do all of the animal chores all alone and all by herself.  Very proud of her initiative. Poppie does check later to see that she is doing well for animal safety, she is little and only 9 almost 10 after all. Anyway, they have basically decided that Yogies niche is working with the animals so therefore Booboo should pick up slack and do the inside chores.  Yogie also is a saleswoman to the core of who she is, could sell sunshine to the Navajo and ice to the....., well you get the point.  Booboo is not sure she should do all the baking but knows she doesn't want to do the animal chores or the selling to any great extent so is coming around to being a baker.  Yogie does like to cook and is probably a better all around cook but baking is not where her forte lies.  Booboo is trying to embrace her baking and does like to make certain things like, pies, bagels and donuts, newly discovered as she made them for the first time yesterday.  She really does love the baking just not so much the kneading as yet, her little arms get tired and needs back up.  It is funny how so alike they are and so different, I think that is how sisters are supposed to be.  "Sisters from the start, friends from the heart".......

Anyway Poppie was off about 9 to be to the Doctor by 11:20.  He had made plans to stop at the hardware stores is Zootown to check out a drill or possible a fitting for the paint stirrer for the dremel or foredom or possibly a smaller shanked stirrer. Didn't find a really answer except maybe a plug in drill and a arm he will make so I can make soap and not have to hold the heavy drill.   He then went to his appointment and for some reason, which he did not give details for, he didn't get out of his appointment until 12:30.  He didn't get home until after 2.  I started trying to call his cell around 12 but no answer.  I called 9 times and left a message the 10th time as he didn't answer from 12 to 2.  I was so worried by the time he got home.  He came in and was totally oblivious to why we would be worried he was just doing his thing.  We were worried as he was way off a normal time frame and he never goes that far alone, not that he can't he just doesn't, he so hates to even go to the Zoo.  I will never understand the man thing of how time can gets away, they have not explanation of why and they just don't understand your worrying. Totally clueless....

Poppie came home to we worriers had lunch and one of Booboo's fresh made donuts.  He and Yogie spent the better part of the afternoon weeding the garden, one of their favorite shared past times.  They could till it under and be done with it but they enjoy the time in the sun, the peace of a shared work and the goats get buckets of weed to munch on.  I do so love to see the two of them so in tune with one another.  Booboo and me get to share time together baking in the kitchen and they share time baking in the garden, both special shared time together that the others would not trade straight across, funny that. 

We went to the river, the girls swam and I picked little river stones for an accompaniment to one of the sculptures I am making.  We had a nice time in the sun and the water.  We returned home and Poppie went to his friend's, that was going to fix one of his hydraulic lines, but didn't catch up with him.  He came home and decide to use his backhoe with out it.  He had blown up the line earlier in the week and looked just like a roughneck with black oil streaming down his face, arm and body.  It was a blessing that the line blew before it was hot.  I guess the first of many fixes to come on an antique backhoe no matter how stellar condition it may be in.  He found that he could use the backhoe with out it, just not the bucket.  He was going to dig a hole and forgot to ask the line company, in this case Nannie, where the underground lines were.  He dug into ground for his first hole and ripped the water line in half.  So he spent the next 45 minutes fixing it before he could dig his hole.... funny how Poppie get ahead of the cart when he is on one of his toys and can't wait to play with it, so like Boy and Eldest that way, or maybe it is all male humans on this earth, more like....

Today Booboo

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