I’m practicing a little flood control of my own down here at the creek. I can’t keep the water from coming up, but I can work around it. The water’s been high enough to run down the slough four times so far this year. When that happens I can’t get down to the creek bank without going way around:
To get over the water in the slough I rigged up some ropes that let me walk down to the bank on an old fallen walnut tree. It’s pretty easy to do with the ropes to hang onto. I figure my grandkids will have fun with this setup when they get down here in April:
Even the dogs use the walnut tree. Of course they don’t need the ropes. I bet this kind of scenario makes the squirrels in the neighborhood a little worried, but my dogs can only climb on trees that are mostly horizontal:
I got a good picture of them climbing out on a downed tree last fall. This is just at the edge of the property, looking to the east over the cornfield. I can’t get them to pose like this very often, and certainly not with this kind of background:
For years I called Mom and Dad every Sunday night at 9:00, 10:00 their time. It fit in with their TV schedule, and it let me keep track of them, and let me catch them up on any good family news I had. Of course as my daughters will testify, I practically never know any family news before they do.
When I called, Mom would get on one phone and Dad would run into the bedroom and get on the other. If I was late they’d wonder where I was and if I was early they’d just turn off the TV. Mom and Dad had their priorities straight.
I explained what unlimited long distance meant to Mom a dozen times, but every Sunday night she’d want to hang up after five or ten minutes to save my phone bill. Sometimes we barely had five minutes of news to talk about and other times we would shoot the breeze for almost an hour. It was certainly one of the high points of my week and I hope it was one of theirs.
Every Sunday night I feel a little lost when 9:00 rolls around. I wish I’d called more often. I wish I’d talked longer. I miss them every day, but especially on Sunday nights.
I always assumed the weather was bad on weekends because I had to work the rest of the week. Not so. Even when I don’t have to work the rest of the week, weekend weather is still lousy. I guess I shouldn’t take it personally 🙂
The creek is back up again. It didn’t get as high as February, but it’s up there.
This is kind of stretching the envelope for news from the creek, but I’m going to do it anyway. One of the reasons I live at the creek in Indiana is because I’m a gun owner and licensed to carry in the state of Indiana. Living down here I can shoot right off the front porch or the back deck and not worry about hitting anything but targets. That’s the way it should be.
I don’t get TV, and radio reception here is abysmal, so I’m not always up on the latest news. I was scanning the internet yesterday evening and came across a news story where Illinois Attorney General Lisa Madigan has decided to release the names of Illinois FOID cards holders to the public. I lived in Illinois for over 25 years. I had a FOID card. FOID stands for Firearm Owner’s Identification. Mine expired over a year ago so have a look:
Let me clear something up though. The holders of FOID cards do not necessarily own a gun. In fact, I know of people who hold FOID cards and don’t own a gun. Some just want to be able to shoot at a range when they have a chance and others do it for the principle. Having a FOID card does not in any way indicate if, how many, or what types of guns you own.
Having a FOID card means you had an FBI background check to verify that you have no criminal record and are trustworthy to own a firearm in Illinois. Of course in the socialist state of Illinois you could never legally carry a gun for protection, but you could legally own one and keep it in your house. Publishing the names of FOID card holders could be misleading, but chances are if you have a FOID card you have a firearm.
Here’s the big problem with making FOID card holders public. What you’re really telling the criminals is which houses to avoid. It’s the people who don’t have FOID cards that you want to rob or murder. They’re the ones who won’t have a good way to defend themselves. The people who don’t have FOID cards will call 911, and the police will come take their statements, or bag up their bodies, after the crime has been committed.
If you want to publish data on people, why not publish data on people who’ve had abortions? You don’t have to have a criminal background check to have an abortion. You don’t even need a spouse’s or parent’s permission to end a life. No guns involved. Just some surgical tools. Maybe Illinois should make people who’ve had abortions get an AOID card. Do you think Attorney General Madigan would honor a freedom of information act request to release AOID card holder information? Not a chance.
So in Illinois you can end the life of an unborn child with impunity, but you can’t carry a gun to protect the lives of the children whose safety and well-being you’re responsible for. See why I moved to the creek in Indiana? Life Member of the NRA and proud of it.
Back in January Lucky dropped a fresh killed rabbit on the front porch. It’s not the first one she’s caught, but it’s the first one I found on the porch before Chili did. If Chili gets to them first, there’s nothing left but little bits of fur and bone for me to find. This time I got there first, so waste not, want not.
When I got the rabbit skinned out and gutted I had to throw away one front leg and the upper body. Lucky did a little too much chewing on those parts for me to save. It was kind of an old rabbit, but old is fine for stewing.
1 rabbit cut into pieces
3 cubed potatoes
2 cubed stalks of celery
2 cubed carrots
1 diced onion
½ teaspoon of minced garlic
salt and pepper to taste
2 heaping teaspoons of corn starch
Throw everything but the corn starch into a crock pot and cover with water. Let it cook on high for four hours.
Take the rabbit out and let it cool. Debone the rabbit and cut the meat into bite size pieces. Cutting into bite sized pieces is important because an old rabbit will be kind of stringy, not tough but stringy, and you want bite sized. Put the meat back in the crock pot and let the pot start to bubble again.
Take a cup of the broth out and stir two heaping teaspoons of corn starch into the cup of broth until there are no lumps. Pour the broth back in the crop pot, stir thoroughly, and cook on high for another two hours.
Serves four people.
Even with part of the rabbit missing, this stew made enough for me to have three meals. And it was very tasty if I do say so myself. Thanks Lucky.