So my AC was fixed yesteday. Just in time for the cool front of 30 minutes followed by warmer air, but at least low humidity.
I have to put down some memories of Aunt Char for her upcoming birthday celebration in July.
I am sure my whole family has many fond memories 'cause I think Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Wayne were a very popular pair (there were a total of 22 PAIRS of aunts and uncles in my family).
So here it is: Aunt Char and Uncle Wayne would come to visit us from "across the mountain." We lived in Sheridan, Wyoming and they lived in Greybull, Wyoming. Greybull is a 90+ mile drive through the Big Horn Mountains with many a hairpin turn and signs that say "look out for falling rock." My entire family always made a joke out of "Falling Rock" as if we were looking for an Indian... But I digress.
Uncle Wayne was a Brakeman for the Burlington Northern. He made trips all over the western states. Since our house was conveniently located next to the railroad tracks, we ran to wave at every train, always looking to see if the Engineer was Uncle Bill (Waddell - on my mother's side), or if the Brakeman was Uncle Wayne (Adamy - Aunt Char husband, Aunt Char being my father's sister.
I adored Aunt Char. Some of it may have had to do with the fact that I was always told that I was named after Aunt Char. Just the CH part I think, because Cheryl and Charlotte are not the same. Plus, I think my mother got loopy one day listening to Mickey Mouse with her 5 boys, so that when I was born, her first daughter, I got the name: Cheryl! Annette! But I digress...
I have never forgotten what Aunt Char said to me the first time I got to stay overnight (like a week or so) in Greybull. My mother had made a Marilyn Monroe style black and white polka dot dress for me. I know my mom was really proud of her handiwork. But the first thing Aunt Char said when I put that dress on, was: "You look just like a country girl dressed up to go to the City!" Mind you Greybull is a small town with a current population of under 2,000. But I digress...
The next thing I remember is me asking Aunt Charlotte how she stayed so young looking. She told me you have to use moisturizer every night. So I have. Always.
Aunt Char likes to hunt for rocks. She took me out to find crinoids. It was awesome that I was able to take my children to hunt crinoids with her.
Aunt Char once told me that when she would get mad or stressed about something, she would just get in the pickup and turn up the music REALLY LOUD and drive REALLY, REALLY FAST.
One of the times that visited Aunt Char as an adult, I had to get up at 0500 to go swim laps with her. When we were kids, we got to go to Thermopolis and swim. In Thermopolis the water is warm. In Greybull, the pool water makes Barton Springs seem like a sauna.
A couple of years later, Aunt Char was driving behind a truck pulling a horse trailer. The horse trailer came unhitched and smashed into Aunt Char. She survived injuries that would have killed someone half her age.
You rock, Aunt Char
I had a great visit with Cy these last three days. The only thing that could have made it better was to have had Kimberly there. I could tell Cy was missing her.
A couple of weeks ago, this is what was happening in the back yard.
These are the early variety of peach 
Look at these girls eating/drinking yogurt. They go absolutely crazy over it. It is a tie with grapes. And Cy, the big egg was a double-yolker. I got to see Retta crack it open. They were getting ready to make cream puffs. Sadly, I had to go to work before they even got started. Sigh....
Here is my new outdoor chicken coop that I completed today. It was a big challenge as the building supply store that carries the right size of chicken mesh, only had two rolls. Then, I didn't buy enough T-posts. I should have used taller ones, but I don't think I could have gotten them in the ground.
Another thing the chickens like: yogurt!! I bought them groats, but they turned up their beaks at the groats. It is so funny to watch them eat the yogurt and see yogurt all over their faces.
Back to the new coop. The other day some stray dogs got in the yard and chased the chickens and nearly ate Rosie. I had to build them a new safe place to stay and give them plenty of room to move. Also, they have been making a mess in the neighbors flower beds by tearing up the mulch, so it's good they are getting locked up before all the tender plants and flowers start coming up.
Okay gang. I have increased my blogging. You may think it is just a fluke. Let's see who is reading. If you read this you are required to vote yes or no. Is the egg in the middle going to be a double-yoker? It's huge! We used to fight over the ones we thought would be doubles. Make your guess/prediction. After I give these eggs to Suz and crew, we will let Retta make the discovery.
Suz and crew brought these flowers with them on Wednesday when they came to collect eggs and shoot "Egg Tacos" Retta Show. Totally unecessary, but they sure are pretty! I really appreciate them. I planted three of this variety (not the poppies, but the other one that I forgot the name of) and the deer LOVED them - ripped them right out of the ground and ate off the tops. This is a lovely bouquet and really brightens up the kitchen. And such a cute container, too. Oh, and the chickens, 6 eggs yesterday, 7 today. Some of the girls are laying an egg a day!!!
Look what's growing! From bare-root to this in about 10 days. At this rate, we'll have BeeBop-A-ReeBop-A-Rhubarb Pie by March.
This is Bjorn. He invited me to fish from his boat. After catching only a small number of too-small-to-keep fish, I repaid him by pulling a boneheaded move. He was a good sport and insisted on a picture before cutting off SOME of the lure. The rest he would remove some 3 hours later.
This is Clifford after taking a mud bath. I think it was the secret intention of his mother, so that she could later Baptise him in the Colorado River.
Isn't this precious? I wanted to take a lot more pictures, but forgot the darn camera when we hiked to the "falls".
