in Grandpa’s truck
Earlier today me and the boys went down to my grandpa’s farm. It’s not very far away but we rarely get a chance to go in between ours and Grandpa’s busy schedules. Seriously, he’s not your typical grandpa. :)
Anyway, more to come later after I get to go through my photos, but here’s a little mosaic I did for my Day 23 of 365 Days today.
Me and E messing around while in Grandpa’s truck, while waiting on the other three. The last photo is one E took of my grandpa, his girlfriend, and Steve all sitting around the table not long after we got there.
We had a lot of fun though, I LOVE that farm. I mean, well when I say “farm” - Grandpa mostly has cows though he pays someone else to take care of them now and he always bales hay but now that his last wife has died (two years ago now) he doesn’t have horses anymore (they were her babies) and he’s never had anything (that I can remember) like chickens or turkeys; had pigs once, only once. So it’s just the cows, but it’s still the farm. I adore his house, too. He’s always making it better and it’s one of the most interesting houses I’ve always been in. For instance, there’s a huge hot-tubby bathtub in his bedroom, two kitchens, game room, just to name a small portion.
This is where Steve and I will deer hunt in a month. I’m kinda nervous about that. We visited the tree stand while we were out four-wheeling today and he says it’s solid, but the ladder doesn’t seem to be so much. Not to mention we’ll be off the ground pretty high. I’m not afraid of heights necessarily, but if it’s cold and windy I might be greatly annoyed.
I also got to see the bone yard for the first time, haha. I never thought of it before, but what do you do with cows that die? I’m not talking butchering, either, ’cause Grandpa sends them out now, doesn’t do it himself. But if they just die of natural causes, you’ve gotta do something with the bones. So there’s a creek bed full of cow bones. Glad I’m not grossed out by things like that. :)
Elijah had a good time, too. While Steve and I were four-wheeling (he’d already gotten his ride) he spent some time with Grandpa and A. It’s funny, because for some reason, E adds another “great” so he kept referring to Grandpa as great-great-Grandpa and his girlfriend as great-great-Grandma. She just laughs it off, I think she really likes him. But I figure he must think she is Grandpa’s wife V, who died two years ago.
But anyway, we had a great time… Grandpa, he’s always got something funny to say…
