We had a bit of the ol’ rainy, stormy atmospheric conditions the other day. I don’t deal well with thunder, lightning, or anything that goes “boom crash boom”. When it comes to a sky that looks, remotely, nasty I am an otter ball of “Oh No!!” wrapped up in a blanket. Under a different blanket. Shielded by a large blanket. Slightly shielded by another blanket.
Mr. C. Cow understands my irrational (rational to me!) fear of the crash lightning boom action. When it’s stormy weather he will take over the wheel of the camper and guide us safely through the puddles and lightning that lay before us. In the past I might have worried about him driving in such conditions but he seems to have a knack for bad weather driving.
I was lucky that, the last time, we ran into precipitation I took a nap. At various stops during the inclement weather, Mr. C. Cow took a few photos of the rain to share with me when we were safely out of weathers way. There were things that he photographed that were far scarier then any drizzle.
This city we traveled through has a, serious, pollution problem! Someone might need to look into fixing that. There was so much litter on the ground! Someone needs to do one of those “Clean Up Our Town!” events. Take pride in where you live! Pick up your trash!
Someone decided that the best place to park their vehicle was IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SIDE WALK! Not only is it parked in the way of pedestrians they left their car door open. That is a total waste of battery power. What happens if a bicyclist was just cruising along and hit that open door? That’s an accident waiting to happen.
I hope that Mr. C. Cow didn’t have too much trouble trying to drive around a city with a pollution/sidewalk vehicle issues. Having to deal with the weather is hard enough! I’m glad he’s comfortable having to maneuver the camper in elements. Especially in a such a dirty municipality. I hope, if he stopped for gas while I was sleeping, he told told them a thing or two about cleanliness!
This Summer has been brutal. It’s been so hot that we’ve been scarce in our postcard sending. The hot weather has melted many of Mr. C. Cow’s ice cream cones and has caused him to be too distraught to talk about it. Marslean spent most of her Summer vacation running through a gauntlet of sprinklers to keep cool. No…seriously…she set up an entire gauntlet of various sprinkler types to gallop through. It was pretty epic!
As for Bishop and myself we both had our own, unique, issues with the heat. Bishop is a beast when it comes to hot weather. He can yell at the fact that Mr. C. Cow is cooking an egg on his hard hat (he did) because of the temperature but will still function in any capacity. I’m not sure how he does it as I took up the habit of passing out in the blazing heat. Not joking. When it felt like it was hotter then the surface of the sun I would bonk out.
“Oh…She just passed out because it’s boiling outside.”
It wasn’t a refreshing, fun filled season that I was hoping for. I enjoy warm weather, grilling vegetables, playing outdoor games with Mr. C. Cow, and drinking frosty beverages with Bishop. Watching Marslean run through the “Super Sprinkler Gauntlet Of Aqua-mazing”. I am a super fan of Summer sports. This season was pfffttttt from the fact that it was so hot I melted a flip flop going outside.
I approve of the cooler weather!
When one season tries to take you out one must always push onto……..
Yah for Fall!
I am here for colors, costume making, football watching, cooler elements. Mr. C. Cow not lose his ice cream, Bishop not tolerate the volcano wave temperatures, and Marslean not have to run the trial of the vaporizing cooler. (Yeah…made it sound more awesome!!)
We have been slacking in the postcard department lately but will be back to normal soon. It has been hotter than I’ve seen in years and…blaaattffttt….yeah…pass out action. I’m ok! I AM OK! Don’t panic! Breathing. Have a heartbeat. Not dying. It was just brutal this year. May the Fall be ever in our favor!
Mr. C. Cow would like to wish everyone a very merry “Christmas In July”.
Yeah…….It’s July. Our jolly cow friend is just a tad bit too excited for the holiday season to approach. It’s been so hot outside that I think I melted a pair of shoes walking from a carry out to the camper. One time the sun and I had a discussion about, maybe, calming down a few degrees but they didn’t listen. Do you know how much beehives on an otter sweat when exposed to seven billion (possibly exaggerated) degrees? I do not feel we are even close to the gift giving, Santa loving time of the year.
With that said….Happy “Christmas In July” from Mr. C. Cow.
I took this photo in SL at the Christmas at North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M). Yes….we went and paid a visit to Mr. C. Cow’s buddy Mr. Claus. He’s doing well. Did a bit of surfing on his off time. Ate a lot of beach food from various food trucks. Did take Ms. Claus on that art museum walking tours she’s been dying to do. Glad to hear that they are enjoying their off time.
We are so sorry that we’ve been absent for so long. We looked at our last postcard date and Mr. C. Cow passed out. He’s not use to the lack of communication on his end. On a scale of bright fireworks to dull rock on the side of the road he lies somewhere in the “shining so brightly with communication you need sunglasses”. (I did not come up with that analogy. Mr. C. did. It’s a work in progress.)
It’s not for the lack of stories to tell. (Picking strawberries while getting chased by a REALLY angry bee is one of them.) We’ve had a bit of a, how do you say it, snafu? Snarffalafoon? PffftmaPfff? Cerulean has been overwhelmed with so much stuff in life (camper upkeep, equipment company paperwork, trying to reach containers for leftovers from a cupboard seven feet taller then she is) that it’s been too much. Time off to recharge and destress.
What has everyone been up to this Summer?
Mr. C. Cow has spent his Summer learning Calligraphy. He was in a bit of a shock as he thought that “calligraphy” was a type of dance. Not only has his hoof writing gotten better but his Cha-Cha dancing has greatly improved. (Not sure how that happened but we’ll go with it.)
Bishop has taken some much needed time off throughout this HOT HOT Summer. It’s been so hot that we thought one of our forklifts at the equipment company was going to melt. It wasn’t a melting forklift incident as much as an ice cream cone left on a gear shift melting accident. (Mr. C. Cow SWEARS it wasn’t him!) When Bishop wasn’t solving the greatest melting episode of ALL TIME, he was able to take off his hard hat off and take a nap. Who doesn’t deserve a nap?
Marslean has been doing a lot of reading this Summer. Being a student who is determined to do the best in life she can there is no time off. Ok. Maybe a little bit of time. Mr. C Cow and Marslean were caught strapping surf boards to the camper and yelling “Let’s surf the world!”. Neither one of them know how to surf. They were, successfully, redirected to a wave pool at a local hangout.
We hope that everyone has had a, not too hot Summer. (Oh it’s 7000000 degrees again day? REALLY???!!!????!!!)
Have Missed All Of You!
Photo taken in the virtual world “Second Life”.
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Mr. C. Cow went on a reunion tour this weekend. When I think of a reunion tour I, usually, think about rock bands who inform us that they this will be their last “Hurrah!” but continue it on for the next thirty plus years. When I asked Marslean she stated that “Didn’t (insert band here) do a whole final tour thing for the past twenty plus years?”. When Mr. C. Cow says the word “reunion”, it just involves a bunch of his cow friends hanging out in a field, listening to the music of their generation, and talking about their jobs.
Mr. C. Cow took me to his friend reunion as his plus one. Had a lovely conversation with an accountant who told me I need to “plan for my future”. Mr. C. told him that our future included a stop at the candy store after the party. I don’t think that’s the kind of future the accountant was talking about.
I’ve never been to a party in a muddy field before. It had rained the night before so I had issues with my footwear. If I took more than three steps in a row my shoe would stay in the mud and I would keep on going. A delightful bovine retrieved my shoes for me on multiple occasions. They even had to pull me out of the mud when I got stuck. Being short in a field full of muck is hard work. It sure was a lot of work for my retrieving bovine buddy.
I’m glad that Mr. C. Cow got to hang out with old pals. Get to see what everyone is up to these days, eat lots of food, dance, and have a great time. Next time I’m invited to a party in a muddy field I’ll be sure to wear the proper foot gear.
Photos taken by me of a few of my neighborhood cows. They were polite enough to pose for pictures.
Mr. C. Cow decided, since it was Monday, that Bishop needed a bit of help around the shop. This is surprising as Mr. C. usually likes to begin the day with a banana smoothie, a long bath, and a nap. Not only was I surprised but so was Bishop as he was planning a normal workday. When it comes to working in the shop with Mr. C. Cow the words “normal workday” are never uttered.
The first order of business was to dust the shop. Mr. C. was not asked to dust but he felt it needed it. I’ve never seen anyone attempt to dust equipment with a comically large feather duster. After an hour of vigorous cleaning, we were no better off in the dust department then when we started. Mr. C. gave up on his attempt and wandered around for an hour looking for another area he would be useful at.
After a quick sandwich and a few laps around the shop, Mr. C. Cow came back ready to test all of the emergency buttons. Bishop did something I’ve never seen a polar bear in a hard hat do in all of history. There was a slow-mo “noooooooooo” as he body blocked the emergency stop button. I wish I would have had a camera as I feel we could have made an industrial safety video just from that footage. Emergency button testing was a no go.
For the next two hours, Mr. C. Cow sat next to my desk “moo sighing” while I was trying to do paperwork. Bishop, knowing that Mr. C. Cow just wanted to help, gave him the perfect job of sorting hardware into their proper bins.
Happy to be of use (and tired of “moo-sighing”), Mr. C. got right to work. If you’ve ever needed anyone to organize hardware in your life then you need to hire him. He was made for separating things. (Once saw him separate lettuce from a BLT without removing the bread…different story…different day….).
Important Lesson Of The Day:
Not everyone was made to do everything. I’m too short to dunk a basketball. Bishop was not made to fit into tiny spaces. Mr. C. Cow was not cut out to be left alone around heavy machinery. The good thing is that we were all made to do something great. I’m good at retrieving things from underneath a camper seat. Bishop is great at drinking coffee while working on machinery. Mr. C. Cow is wonderful at organizing. We all have something we are spectacular at. Sometimes it just takes us a while to find out what it is.
Last week was Valentine’s day and the love fest of presents and candy did not disappoint. Besides the usual confections shaped like hearts, everyone got a silly gift to reflect their goofy side. Marslean received a set of fuzzy socks decorated with penguins wearing pink sweaters. Bishop was given a 64 oz travel coffee mug adorned with glittery forklifts. My gift was an industrial sized can of hairspray that smelled like “forest fondness”. (It smells like you walked into the woods where someone decided to spray a tree with lavender and oatmeal.) Mr. C. Cow got a train book and engine shaped chocolate bar.
I gave Mr. C. a train book because, as of late, he’s had this obsession with railroading. Early January, I caught him discussing “riding the rails” with Marslean. Two weeks ago, Mr. C. explained the “wooo woo” noise a train makes when it blows it’s horn to Bishop. (Bishop was trying to move a bunch of pallets with a forklift so the “Woooo Wooo” sounds were distracting.). This past Monday he wore a conductors hat while grocery shopping. It is safe to say that Mr. C. Cow is captivated by trains.
To go with the book and choo-choo shaped chocolate, I decided to tell Mr. C. Cow to don his conductors hat and get ready to ride the rails. This excited him to the point of almost passing out. It could have been all of the chocolate that he had just eaten, but I prefer to think it was the trains.
When Mr. C. recovered from his swooning, we were off. The train ride was captivating and we only had one instance of tension. This was due to Mr. C. Cow trying to tell the engineer all of the parts of the train. After an hour of this we were told to go back to our seats. To combat the disappointment of not getting to discuss the nuts and bolts of a train, I bought Mr. C. a wooden train whistle. A wooden train whistle might spell regret in the future.
I’m glad that everyone enjoyed their Valentine presents this year. Marslean’s hoofs are warm, Bishop has a lot of coffee-to-go, and my hair smells like oatmeal forest whatever with great hold. I know that Mr. C. Cow had a fabulous day because, as I write to all of you, I can hear the faint sounds of a wooden train whistle.