Okay, so it's the F-day, and I'm using F-words.
I'm not doing it by design; it's just that everything on the agenda starts with an F, so bear with me.
Of course, I had to start with a photo of this newly painted stretch of fence. My sister started jiving me the other day, saying Bill had done his part. Now, it was time to do mine. So, I headed off to town (Ponderay) yesterday and bought some big buckets of farm white paint.
I wanted to wait until some more pleasant late summer or early fall days came along, but once that paint was there, I couldn't get the urge to start my Tom Sawyer project out of my mind. I cut off some jeans, already covered with red and white paint from past projects, pulled my hair back to a pony tail, broke open a brand new brush and started on the stretch west of the garden.
Of course, it was 90+ degrees by then so I took frequent water breaks. While finishing up last night, in more pleasant conditions, I didn't get off without a few distractions. Three different noses came moseying up to the fence to check out what I was doing. Three different times they were shooshed away. It wouldn't be so bad with Lily, and she's dealt with it before, but white pain all over Lefty or Coquie's noses would be pretty noticeable.
In spite of the interruptions, I finished that stretch and will try to finish a couple more before the predicted beastly heat descends upon us again.
Now to the next F-word. Foot-launched Free Flying Fool is a new moniker for my younger brother Jim, whose cartoons originally inspired this blog back in 2005. Now, he's started a blog of his own to chronicle his preparation and participation in the National Hang Gliding Championships in Lakeview, Ore., this next week.
I don't know a lot about hang gliding, but I know it takes up time, and I've been told that once all that time has been taken up and the wind blows just right, the pilots of their free flying un gas guzzling crafts can take off from a hillside somewhere and go for a heavenly ride with the birds and the bees and whatever else happens to be soaring around in their aerial pathways.
Jim has been hang gliding for a few years, and a couple of times, a few family members have been gullible enough to go with him----and wait, and wait, and wait. . . .
Apparently, next week he'll be joining a bunch of other free flying fools who will all wait together to launch off. Anyway, you can learn all about it at www.footlaunchedfreeflyinfool.blogspot.com. And, you can see a sample of his artwork, which, as I said, was the original reason slightdetour.blogspot.com got its start.
Now, for fishing. That's what Bill is doing today. He and Kiwi left a while ago for another in his series of hikes in the Selkirks. Today they're headed to the Beehive lakes, with fishing gear in hand.
Bill does this every summer---picks out hikes with fishing holes and takes off for the day. Now, Helen, I'm guessing the Zips fish and chips may accompany him to the mountains rather than on his way home cuz we've got our Friday-go-out-to-eat night tonight, and he assures me he'll be back by 1600 hours.
Finally, the fair. It's next week, and I guess I'd better throw in an advertisement, or Keokee will get on my case. Bootsie aka Boots Reynolds and I will be sitting in the Keokee booth from 3-6 p.m. looking forlorn and wishing someone would come and buy our books. We'll even autograph them if people are really nice to us. So, mark that on your calendar.
In the meantime, I'm figuring out what to take to the fair this year. My tomatoes are not gargantuan this year, so I may have some real competition in that area. Then, there are the cantaloupe, which have been coming on strong on the manure pile. I've got a dozen of them this year, and the only thing good about having the high 90s for the next four days is that I may even have cantaloupe that look like full-fledged melons.
The fairbook says we need only one for our entry, and that says to me, the organizers don't put a lot of stock in exhibitors' ability to grow real cantaloupe around here. I know firsthand that we can, and I remember Geneva Meserve telling me about some farmer who grew his melons on the manure pile, so I tried it this year. It works!
Well, my F-words have gotten a bit carried away, so I'd better wrap this up and get back out there to the fence where I can fanatically frolic at fancying up the place while Bill fishes and Jim continues to formulate plans for his foolish free flying week in Lakeview.
Happy Alliteration to ya!
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