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June 2, 2009
Here's a picture of The Honorable Garech De Brun, the gentleman that my father bought the full set of Dennis Crowley pipes from, back in 1965-66, I later married the old Rowsome chanter from the set I'd had since 1960 to the Crowley set, this was the combination that I played all the way to the year 2000. Many thanks to you, Garech.
Went outside this evening at 6:30pm to the most beautiful skies!
The crescent hangin over hills and valleys on the bottom
of a shadowed gray sphere? The Moon!
A great bright Planet on my side of the Moon
illuminating it’s solar body, reflecting
white heat from our setting Star!
A backdrop of massive glittering diamonds,
expanding from vastly distant clouds of light
Streaks of orange, strings of pink!
Purples and deep dark blues!?
The sky’s alive!
APRIL 16TH 2008
Some Ranchers rode into town last night.
Hangin’ in the saloon for a time, then staggering noisily across the dust covered street, calling out my brother’s name.
Johnny! One of them shouted. I’ve come to straighten an old debt, Johnny. You remember my friend Joss? "Johnny boy".
Johnny jumps his horse, Billy gets in the way. Joss's friend takes advantage, pulls his gun, fingers tightening round the trigger.
Johnny turns gun in hand, Joss's friend drops to the ground in a cloud of dust.
His friend makes a dive at Billy, Billy slaps him with his 44, he too hits the ground.
Johnny and Billy run for the barn, turning and crashing through the store window knocking over the keeper.
Me, right behind them cursing and swearing from the back door,
Just as Billy jumped the step, the door swings back, slaps me on the head and seems to lock?
I bang and push to no avail, rooting through a mess of junk and papers, for something to break through.
Pulling an old bag from the trash, it rips open, scattering wads and wads of ten and twenty dollar bills!
Stuffing them inside the linings of my jacket, socks and trouser legs.
Loud angry voices out front, as I reach for the door.
The door swings open with no effort at all, I feel myself going all kind of light headed.
Suddenly, I'm sitting up on a hill looking down the valley at Johnny and Billy, galloping like mad, trails of dust, the town posse behind them, smoke rising from their guns.
I open my sticky eyelids.
Sabrina was standing there in her pajamas all foggy and very sleepy looking, rubbing her eyes.
I looked at my watch, Five thirty AM!
I lifted her up tucked her into bed and we both went back to sleep.
Sunday, May 14th 06
I'm sitting at home on the hill, tired after spending most of the night
helping a great big thoroughbred mare give birth to her first foal, it was scary,
I heard someone shouting downstairs, it's happening! It was Mary Anne and her daughter, Mary on the cell, Frantically trying to get hold of Carol, who had decided to go for a walk, after spending nights on alert!
Spin on her side, her butt against the sliding door pushing it outwards making it near impossible to slide the door open, with the foals legs and head being pushed very close to the corner of the barn and likely to be crushed. I only realized how much I cursed and swore at those doors and the person who had closed them, when introduced to the closed circuit camera results, the following day. There's me shouting abuse at the sliding door pushing like mad and with all that crazy strength I managed to slide it away from Spins butt and foals front legs and head. What an experience! The mare was up again with the foal going back inside, she was having a hard time for the foal was way over due. I was standing there wishing that I had just pulled on the two little white hooves, but no, she was up and taken another stance while Caila and I fought off Gunner the father, who I have now renamed Goner since he was fixed after he got Spin pregnant. Spin lay down again and this time I thought, first chance.
I grabbed the two little white pads, Carol, my landlady came and took hold of its head and shoulders, we pulled gently until eventually we were looking at a complete mess! But soon after, Carol and I pulled off the messy stuff and there, was the cutest little white face on a chestnut brown body and four spindly spider like legs, twisting all over the barn, the longest legs you could imagine.
Spin's such a lovely mom.
the stable hand.
All this beside some old stone
fireplace! I was about to sit down with
ST. PAUL MN.
In the days of old when I was
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"THE LONG GRAZING ACRE"
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