Posted in Musing & Stories

Go Your Own Way

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Grown Daughter, “RT” wants me to add some more of our text conversations. I’m kinda proud she thinks they’re worthy.  Here’s the first one. “Grandma Gets Volunteered.”

->While watching part of a replay of the 2019 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame)

  • Me: “When I turn 50, I’m gonna start dressin’ like Stevie Nicks.”
  • RT:  “I’ve been waiting 5 years to hear you say that, Mom.” :-O
  • -I think to my
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    “Arts & Cats”

    self, “That’s only ’cause you watched AHS.”

Grandma Auburn – Goin’ her own way for a few decades. {Takin’ the next generation along for the ride…}

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Empaths, News Articles and the Lack of

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First thing in the morning, which is about 10am for me; I pour black coffee and open Facebook.  Most of my feed is weird facts, writing-related or uplifting stuff. Once in a while though, I’m gobsmacked by a shared news article that sets off my need to write an open letter to some dumb ass.  THIS post is not that letter. HA!

After a much needed pause, (where I did ‘write it out- to get it out of my head’)  I am drilling deeper into “What exactly is the take-away from the article whereby: the cop tazed and arrested a dude having a seizure.”

And ya know what?-  Empathy. Some people have too much, and some people have way too little. That’s the take-away.  My beliefs: Compassion can be taught, empathy cannot. And if you have an empathetic bent, stay away from the news altogether. Which sounds obvious, but sometimes its sneaky.

Quote of the day: “Know what you know, and know when you don’t.” ie. In the example of the cop. Yeah, he has skills. They weren’t suited for a situation that needed the paramedics.

Friends and Confidantes- Do we need to recognize when the help, needs help? – Grandma Auburn steppin’ away for her third cuppa sumptin…

Posted in Homesteading, Musing & Stories

Flashback: Foraging Morels -Indiana

TRADITIONS!

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Picture: LaPorte County – Circa 1997 My Dad teaching shroom hunting to my daughter, the ginger, and her BFF.  – Now at 85, ‘Papa’ will soon be teaching his great-granddaughter as well.

  • Cut ’em; don’t pull ’em
  • carry a mesh bag
  • toss the paper bag back in the woods
  • soak ’em in salt water

#oldfarmers #shrooms #foraging #traditions #Indiana

Picture 2: Last year- my sister took our Dad. 2018 – Hendricks County, IN.

Northern IN, I think, is much better hunting ground than Central Indiana. – Grandma Auburn #greys #teachtheoldways

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View from the Truck- Texas Pics and Stories Pt 3

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GUNSLINGER TRUCK – Texas

Picture: NOT our truck. Obviously an Owner/Op. This is amazing!!!!

[Driver! Drop me a note, I’ll give you & the designer a link & credit.]

Texas is another state where you’ll know every shrub, wild hog and border patrol SUV across 2 days… goin’ the long way. Goin’ the short way – You’ll wind up in a Laredo Terminal somewhere along that insane highway. Or El Paso – I loved El Paso – the song, Marty Robbins. I sang it over the CB as we passed through.  {Rig life gets boring sometimes! HA!}

Texas also has windstorms and glow-in-the-dark baby scorpions. Had to step on one WHILE taking out the garbage AND walking the dog – during one ‘sand-stinging’ night.

Texas has Nightingale birds. They are quite the loud orchestra in the Flying J Truck plazas. In every tree, picking trash. They’re gorgeous in the sunshine, plus they pick the dead bugs out of the truck grills.

 

Forth Worth STRANDED: After being towed one morning to a Freightliner dealership. For 9 hours. {Dispatch changes shifts, of course; so by 5pm, I’m repeating myself.} We’re in the trucker lounge with pets and gear. It’s pouring rain when the place closes. Still no motel booked for us. We stand, then, for 2 more hours under the garage awning… Several heated phone calls later – the first taxi passes us by – and leaves.  Another hour later a second taxi pulls up and the driver FREAKS OUT because we have pets. Almost pulls away. We tell him they are leashed, don’t bite and we’ll hold them on our laps. He agreed! WHEW! — It was a 12 hour trucker day, and we didn’t make a dime. –Grandma Auburn – #truckingfacts 

 

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View from the Truck Pictures Louisiana pt. 2

viewfromthetruckBRIDGE1Some pictures I’ll go back an tag, as I don’t recall the place right off the bat. However, I can tell you Louisiana is unmistakable. The flooding” August 2016 – We took a load of generators in to the relief effort. #proudtruckingmoments

Also – Truckers love their food! And when I finally got a salad made the way I asked, I took to a pic! [and gave them a nice online review.]

 

All images © Grandma Auburn/jsm