Insanity
I rained Friday. A nice, gentle, soaking rain. It even rained when the regional weather radar said it wasn't raining. And, every drop was desperately needed here on the mountain.
I took advantage of a rainy day to drive over to West Jefferson to pick up some cheese wax from the Ashe County Cheese Company, the only commerical cheese producer in North Carolina these days. And, they didn't even think it weird that I was buying wax for mushroom logs. Seems they supply cheese wax to a number of mushroom growers. They only wanted to know if I needed red, black or white.
While there I bought some of their cheddar cheese that has been aged for 7 years. Let me tell you, folks, that is some of the best cheddar you will ever stuff in your pie hole! And their butter is mighty good, too.
With the rain came temperatures that never got out of the fifties the entire day on Friday. So, before the CFO got here I actually started a fire in the fireplace to take the chill out of the house which had gotten down to 63°F. A fire for producing heat for the house on June 15! Now that's
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(Get away, Suzy. You're a lousy typist.)
totally insane.
On Saturday we went to the Wayne Henderson Music Festival at Grayson Highlands State Park. It's always a great Saturday of music outdoors in a natural amphitheater.
This year they dedicated the new permanent stage for the festival, and Doc and Richard Watson were the main attraction.
The way to Grayson Highlands goes by the Twin Oaks Veterinary Hospital and the Alleghany County animal shelter. Now, the CFO has really been suffering since Beau was put down and the only cure for losing a dog is getting another. So, I insisted that we stop by for a look-see ... just in case. I was on one end of the run looking a some pups when the CFO says from the other end, "I want this one."
Meet newly-named Murphy, a beautiful 2-3 year-old, fully grown Golden Retriever weighing in at about 90 pounds! A rescue dog that someone had abandoned, he's a real sweetheart. He's had formal training but is a little rusty. My guess is that someone simply lost interest and/or control when he got big.
Right now Murphy is still at the veterinary hospital because one of the conditions for adoption was that he be neutered. The adoption lady kept saying "castrated" and I kept saying "neutered". I even thought of trying "radical vasectomy" but the adoption lady was stuck on "castrated" and I cringed every time she said it. (I'm cringing even as I write this.) But, the folks at veterinary hospitals out in the country don't take kindly to mincing words. So, after Murphy has had his gonadectomy and all his shots, he'll be joining Sam and Suzy Q here on the mountain for a spell to recover.
And, as for poor Murphy's plight, all I can say to him is that castration is a whole heck of a lot better than euthanasia.
I would suppose.
But, then again, I've never experienced either.
I took advantage of a rainy day to drive over to West Jefferson to pick up some cheese wax from the Ashe County Cheese Company, the only commerical cheese producer in North Carolina these days. And, they didn't even think it weird that I was buying wax for mushroom logs. Seems they supply cheese wax to a number of mushroom growers. They only wanted to know if I needed red, black or white.
While there I bought some of their cheddar cheese that has been aged for 7 years. Let me tell you, folks, that is some of the best cheddar you will ever stuff in your pie hole! And their butter is mighty good, too.
With the rain came temperatures that never got out of the fifties the entire day on Friday. So, before the CFO got here I actually started a fire in the fireplace to take the chill out of the house which had gotten down to 63°F. A fire for producing heat for the house on June 15! Now that's
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxi
(Get away, Suzy. You're a lousy typist.)
totally insane.
On Saturday we went to the Wayne Henderson Music Festival at Grayson Highlands State Park. It's always a great Saturday of music outdoors in a natural amphitheater.
This year they dedicated the new permanent stage for the festival, and Doc and Richard Watson were the main attraction.
The way to Grayson Highlands goes by the Twin Oaks Veterinary Hospital and the Alleghany County animal shelter. Now, the CFO has really been suffering since Beau was put down and the only cure for losing a dog is getting another. So, I insisted that we stop by for a look-see ... just in case. I was on one end of the run looking a some pups when the CFO says from the other end, "I want this one."
Meet newly-named Murphy, a beautiful 2-3 year-old, fully grown Golden Retriever weighing in at about 90 pounds! A rescue dog that someone had abandoned, he's a real sweetheart. He's had formal training but is a little rusty. My guess is that someone simply lost interest and/or control when he got big.
Right now Murphy is still at the veterinary hospital because one of the conditions for adoption was that he be neutered. The adoption lady kept saying "castrated" and I kept saying "neutered". I even thought of trying "radical vasectomy" but the adoption lady was stuck on "castrated" and I cringed every time she said it. (I'm cringing even as I write this.) But, the folks at veterinary hospitals out in the country don't take kindly to mincing words. So, after Murphy has had his gonadectomy and all his shots, he'll be joining Sam and Suzy Q here on the mountain for a spell to recover.
And, as for poor Murphy's plight, all I can say to him is that castration is a whole heck of a lot better than euthanasia.
I would suppose.
But, then again, I've never experienced either.
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