Saturday, September 29, 2012

When Life Gives You Lemons - Helping a Friend

"When life give you lemons, make lemonade." It's a phrase a lot of us heard uttered by our parents or grandparents. Well, that's fine, if you have enough sugar to balance the tartness. Unfortunately, sometimes the tart outweighs the sweet and you find yourself needing a little help from your friends -- or even from strangers.

Francy and her dogs
Such is the case for my friend Francy Dickinson. Like me, Francy is an indie author. You might know her by her @SeniorCareTips handle or by tweeting with her dogs @MissBusyBiz and @Kirbee_Dude. You might follow her Senior Care Tips blog -- and if you have seniors in your life, you will find some very helpful tips there. Or, you might not have heard of her at all. If not, I hope you take the chance to get to know her.

I took that chance in May 2011, when I was introduced to her on Twitter and invited to join the @WritersThatChat group. I'm happy I did. Francy is a bright, compassionate person with a lot of really fun stories and experiences. Although her lemons are many -- her husband George, whom she dearly loves, is suffering from Alzheimer's -- she approaches life with vigor and good spririts. She is there for me in my sorrow and my joy. She is always there for everyone who knows her.


George, a veteren reading
My Dad’s Pictures From WWII
by K.F. Kirwin
Unfortunately, life threw Francy another lemon -- one she doesn't have enough sugar left to sweeten up alone. Francy, George, Missy, and Kirbee are losing their home. They will have to move, which will be very bad for George. Fortunately, a family friend is willing to pay first months' rent, plus deposit. But, as anyone who has moved knows, it'll take a lot more than that.

To help Francy meet expenses, her anipal friends are hosting #PinkPawty on October 3rd from 5 PM to 9 PM EST. If you've never been to an anipal party before, they are a lot of fun -- music, dancing, giveaways, virtual food and beverage, and lots of antics by the anipals. My tweeting dog @RagabashGirl will be spinning discs from 5:30 until 6:30. I have also posted a Chip-In link in the margin of this page.

If you want to learn more about Francy and her plight, PepiSmartDog wrote a fantastic article on his site.

Oh...and Rags says, she will take advance requests only -- to hard to find discs and dance at the same time. So if you'd like to hear anything special at the #PinkPawty, comment here.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Farm Stories - A Calf Named Autumn

Most of my family and old friends can't believe I live on a farm. You see, I was the consummate city girl in high school and college. I loved the nightlife -- good restaurants, sophisticated bars, nightclubs, theater, concerts, and poetry readings. I loved the nightlife so much, I seldom spent a night at home.

Fast forward to 2000. John and I decided to leave suburban St. Louis and move out to some land we'd bought in the country, adjoining his parents' farm. At first life was much less stressful. No traffic, no nosy obnoxious neighbor complaining that our dog barked too loud. Of course, the pace was hard to get used to. Out here in the boondocks, people don't keep time the same way they do in the city. "In a while" might mean hour or a week. That first year, it drove me nuts, especially as June turned to July and our air conditioning was not yet installed. But the endless songs of nature right outside my open office door made the waiting worth it -- whippoorwills, frogs, crickets -- sounds I'd never heard in the city. Poetry I never would have heard if we hadn't moved to the forest.

Our first attempt at farming was raising chickens and ducks. I laughed at the tiny baby ducks swimming in the guest bathroom tub -- well, of course they needed to swim and what better place? They were too tiny to take outside in the cold.

Autumn - born 9/25/12
After John's Dad passed away in 2004, we inherited the cattle -- a small herd of around 15 head of beef cattle, depending on the time of year and how many calves have been born. Raising cattle was a whole new adventure -- and a lot of work. But one of the happiest moments is seeing a newborn healthy calf. I'd like to share this moment with you.

Meet Autumn. She was born on Tuesday, probably sometime in the wee hours of dawn. When we went up to feed the cattle at 7:30 AM, our dog Max found the afterbirth in the field. That was our first indication that Autumn had been born. Her mama Resurrection (how she got her name is another story for another day...suffice it to say, she was born around Easter), brought her up to show her off.





Autumn and John
She's a calm calf too. A lot of calves are skittish around people. Not autumn. She let John walk right up to her and pet her. Of course, about that time, she cried out for her mama. We had a moment of panic -- where was Resurrection and the rest of the herd? Our cows sometimes like to escape if they can find an opening, and there had been storms the night before.

John called -- sooop! Which is how he calls them up for grain. Autumn cried out again. Fortunately, it wasn't long before we heard Resurrection holler back and all the cows came winding up the hillm expecting a treat. They hadn't been out at all. They'd just been down the hill grazing.

Did your life take an unexpected turn? Are you doing something your friends and family would never have imagined you doing?
 
Leave a comment and tell your story. And let us know -- would you like to hear more stories about our life on the farm?