Sandi Chats

  We've lived in town for nearly 30 years, moving from the ranch in January 1992. It was a big change for Mike, but for me I was just moving back to where I came from.  I was raised in town and had zero, as in ZERO, idea of what ranching was all about. My dad was a mechanic who did lots of work for area farmers and ranchers, so we owed our financial existence to agriculture, but as for getting any hands on experience, I had none. In fact, I was so ignorant of cattle and ranching that Mike had to explain the differences between cows, heifers, bulls and steers. I had been under the assumption that heifers and Herefords were different pronunciations of the same thing...whatever that was! So it took me a bit to straighten out genders and breeds and get used to whatever went on in ranching. So when we got married and I moved to the ranch, it was interesting, to say the least. We had little kids and I didn't work outside a lot in those earlier years, but as every farm wife knows, it&

  Good Monday morning! I usually pop out of bed on Monday morning eager to face a new week. This morning I would rather have stayed in bed but it is trash morning, and I wanted to be sure to get my trash to the alley so it would disappear.  My goal in making sure that the trash goes today is that I have plans to fill up the trash tote with some cleaning this week. After the last couple weeks when we cleaned out Mom and Dad's house and I brought stuff home to reside in my house, I realize I am becoming my mother in yet another way...accumulating  way too much stuff. If you've been reading my blogs, you know that the clutter is the bane of my existence. On one hand, I would love to be a minimalist owning just enough stuff to get by on. I love the nice clean, uncluttered look of the minimalist household. Not a lot of trinkets and knick-knacks sitting around, maybe just one piece of decor on a table, no doilies to dust around or wash and iron. Not a lot of furniture or other things

  Good morning! As I sit here pondering the day before me, I am concerned. I don't think I've got a lot to do today! This is probably a sure sign that senility is setting in, and I have just forgotten something important and time-consuming that I need to do. As I ponder the short list of things I should do today, I am amazed and so thankful that I live in the day and age that I do. I have a load of laundry that I need to do which consists of stripping the bed, throwing the sheets in my washing machine, transferring them to the dryer, then putting them back on the bed. Probably doesn't burn 50 calories in the whole process. There are a few dishes in the sink that need to be added to the dishwasher. Until last fall, I had been out of a dishwasher for several  years when my old one quit working. I found one on Facebook for $100 and figured I could surely get that much use out of it, so dishes are no longer the process they were before. In a few short minutes I can have the she