 This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out:
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We’ll see those of you that are brave enough to come out to Francis Park in St. Louis today! Where: Francis Park by the play ground on the southwest side. When: TODAY! Sunday July 17th 7:00pm Prizes for the first 5 guests that come up to me, shake my hand and call me Chicken Doctor. Looking forward to meeting you and proving my son wrong. We have been busy catching up with projects that were neglected this past year due to life’s little interruptions aka: Work, Sports, School, Children and Middle-Age Exhaustion. It has been wonderful to be on the farm without as many interruptions this summer. Here’s what I’ll be writing about in the next few days.
The piggies: they live to eat and eat to live. They are very fun animals. We built them a new pen this year and it is Hog Heaven!
The Porch Guru. He uses his magical drafting brush to fix rotten boards in the porch. We question why the jeans have not become shorts, they must be a part of his mystical powers of porch fixing.
The imaginary brick path built by the invisible 15yo son. This is Seth’s summer project. I’m thinking it might be his fall and winter project as well. I’m also thinking I might start spewing green slime if I don’t see him out there working on it. The 6yo has nothing to do with this project except standing there looking cute and annoying everyone.
The mulch that we discovered for $10 a truck load just down the road from a fella named Big D. This stuff is changing my life!
A big box that was full of newspapers from the recycling center and now contains salvaged coupons.
The marriage of recycled newspapers and mulch….it’s a beautiful union.
And not pictured, the photos of our chicken that almost became a late night snack for Mr. Coyote and survived. It’s pretty graphic. I’ll most likely post it just so you can see what happens when Preacher: Head of Farm Security, falls asleep on the job. That’s what’s coming up. I hope you all enjoy the 4th of July with friends, family and fireworks. Thank you so much for all your sweet compliments about the whole birthday saga. I’m working on a behind the scenes report from Clay that amazed me and we can have a little Q&A then too. Okay, line up your pyrotechnics and give them a big hug and kiss for me! Preacher is the head of farm security at Coal Creek Farm. He speaks English with a Columbian accent he learned from our neighbors that stuff him full of tamales, enchiladas, tacos and spiced beef. He’s great at guarding the farm except when a rogue raccoon invades the barn that is bigger than he is, then he just tells us where the creature is and hides under our bed for the rest of the day. He’s Preacher, the farm dog.
“Attenshion chumans dat leev in my house! Could chou all gater round dis plasteec bin, I have nouncement.”
“Masteer Clay, I promeese wid all my hart dat I weel protect dem. I promeese. Also, sorry bout de smelly gasses I had las night, dos tomales were so deeleeshush. Kay? I love chou.”
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The Shelf Guru. He braves the scary old basement to build much needed storage shelves for his wife’s new way of shopping.
“De baby cheeks, de have arrived. I will seecure de preemises to insure der safety. Dey are vedy cute leetle tings, no?”
“Jees, I love chou little babee cheeks.”
“Now, could sombodee opeen de door? I need to bark at de weend and sky. And I dink de hot tamales are stirring in my gut again. K? Tank you.”