DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

The other day, I was sitting at the computer and Tippy was in the bedroom.  I heard a low growl followed by a tentative bark…..grrrrr-ruff.  I thought she might have been sleep-barking, so ignored her.  Then, I hear it again.  Grrrr -ruff.   Grrrr – ruff.

Since she doesn’t bark unless something is amiss, I decided that I had better go check it out.  When I looked, she was staring out the door into the woods.  Grrrr – ruff.  She looked at me and then back into the woods.  Grrrr – ruff.

I walked over to find out what she was unsure about.  I didn’t see anything.  No person, squirrel, bird, etc.  Grrr-ruff.  Finally, I got down on her level so I could see things from her perspective.  And there it was!

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Do you see it mom? What is that?!

Do you see it?  The ghost on the porch?

Not an actual ghost, of course, but a reflection of the bed “floating” around.  Grrrr – ruff.  I sat down and reassured her that I saw what she was trying to show me and that it was okay.  She sat on my leg for a minute, looked at me and back out the window a couple of times, and then went on about her business.  If mommy says it’s okay, it must be okay.

So, if seeing is believing, I’m pretty sure that Tippy now believes in ghosts. How about you?

 

 

 

SIMPLER TIMES

I love old buildings.  I want to know their history and wish I could see them as they were in their glory days.  But, when they have outlived their usefulness, they are often abandoned and left for nature to reclaim.  Such is the case for the old gristmill by the river near my house.  My dad tells stories of taking corn there to have it ground into cornmeal.  The owner would keep a set portion as payment.  I assume he would then sale his portion to those who didn’t have corn, thereby getting the money he needed for essentials.  It was a simpler time, but probably much harder that we realize.

Tippy and I drove by there today.  There is no longer anywhere to get a vehicle off of the road to stop and look around, so I took a picture out of the truck window.  I wish someone had reclaimed it before it got in this shape.  How neat it would be to see corn ground there again, using water power to turn the mill!

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The old mill.

Wanting to get some mileage on the truck, we drove on and made a big loop along the river and back to the house.  I had hoped to find somewhere to let Tippy get out and explore, but there really wasn’t anywhere.  All of the places on the river that we used to be able to stop are now closed to the public.  I think the main reason that the owners put up fences was that irresponsible people started leaving their trash laying around.  I certainly can’t blame the owners for wanting to keep their property safe and clean.  It does make me a little sad and nostalgic, though.

It didn’t matter to Tippy that we didn’t make any stops.  She was very content just to have had a 30 minute truck ride.  After taking in all of the new sights, a nap was in order.

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I cracked up when I peeped in and saw her toys lined up and perfectly spaced!

JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED

We say that something is “Just what the doctor ordered.” when we get something that makes us happy.  Well, in this case, the “doctor” was a mechanic and I think Tippy may have paid him off for his prescription for keeping my truck in good running order – drive it a lot more.  At least 20 miles a week.  (Its 27 years old and only has a little over 52,000 miles on it.)  I have tended to let it sit a lot longer than it should because it gets horrible gas mileage.  Since it is now fixed and in good running order, I am going to do my best to follow “doctor’s orders.”

Today, we took off the trash and then, to get a few more miles in, took a field trip to Bible’s Covered Bridge.

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According to the Tennessee Department of Transportation website, this is one of only four existing covered bridges in the state of Tennessee.  It’s pretty cool that it is in my neck of the woods.  I was saddened to see that people had painted graffiti all over the inside, but am happy that they have yet to “attack” the outside.

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Get the picture already. I have things I need to sniff.

An historical marker has been erected since the last time I was there.  The picture on the marker is what the original bridge looked like – the one I remember as a kid.  We used to go fishing underneath it every summer and, as I recall, caught some pretty good sized catfish.

The back of the marker gives historical information about the bridge.  I got a picture, but because of the angle of the sun, it didn’t turn out very well.  So, the basics are that the Bible family settled in the area in 1783 on a land grant from North Carolina.  In 1923, a direct descendant of the original settlers had the bridge built in order to gain access to the main road without having to ford the creek.  The cover was put on the bridge in order to protect the timbers from the weather, and, therefore, make it last longer.

(I think Tippy looks like a kid that isn’t interested in history being forced to tour a museum.)

 

I tried to get a good picture of Tippy and the bridge.  Below are three shots taken about 5 seconds apart.  She would NOT look at the camera!  I guess I should remember to take treats next time.

She did enjoy exploring the area.  It’s always exciting to investigate new sights, sounds, and smells.

 

WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW….

How does that old saying go?  What you don’t know won’t hurt you?  Well, now I know and I am going to worry a little bit more about where Tippy goes when she’s outside by herself, or just out of site.

If you are a frequent reader of my blog, you know that my driveway is a hilly, curvy, .25 miles long.  To give you a visual, I have taken a picture of the Google Earth view of my house. The blue dot is my roof, where the lines intersect.  The yellow line is my driveway and the red line is the route I usually take Tippy when we go for our “walk back in the hills.”   When I wog, a term I came up with for jogging interspersed with walking, I usually stop where the black x is on the driveway.  Normally, Tippy will turn around close to where I do, when she is following me.

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Where I live and take Tippy for walks.

A couple of days ago, I took her for our walk, then came back to do some wogging.  Tippy had not come back through the gate with me, but I never worry about that either.  As you can see, there isn’t a whole lot of places she can get in trouble back there and she always comes back home in about 5 minutes.

On my second lap, just about at the turn around point, Tippy came running and blew past me like I was standing still.  She went on around the curve.  In a couple of minutes, she came back with her tongue hanging out and rested in front of the garage while I continued wogging.  That is, until the last lap, when again, she blasted past me.  About the time I finished with my wog, she came streaking back up the driveway.

We came in the house and the phone rang.  It was my dad.  He wanted me to know that he had been on his way home from feeding the neighbor’s horses and saw Tippy in the edge of the road!  Really?!  Did she just do that?! Good news is, a car came by and she ran back up towards the gate instead of chasing it.  Then, Dad started to turn the tractor around, so he could make her come home, and he said she flew around the gate and back up the driveway.

She was already in the house with me, so I couldn’t scold her.  She would have had no clue as to why I was mad.  But, I did, in a very calm, soothing voice, tell her that I was NOT happy that she had gotten in the road and that she could get hurt doing that.  This is the reaction I got.

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Do you think she knew she was in trouble?  It sort-of looks like it to me.  That, or guilt.

TRUCK RIDE?

I am going to take the truck to have it worked on tomorrow.  In preparation, I went out late this afternoon to get some things out of the console and make sure I had the correct keys.  (It is a 1990 model so does NOT have a key fob.  Instead, it has two keys; one key for the ignition and another to lock the doors.)  Tippy assumed all of this action involving the truck meant an impending ride.  She was waiting patiently.

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Anticipation.

I finally coaxed her out of the garage to go potty before coming in for the night.  I always have her go potty before we take a ride, so, when we came back into the garage, she took up her position by the truck.  I could see the disappointment on her face when I told her we weren’t going anywhere and made no move to open the door.

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Disappointment

When I had her come in the house, she realized her hopes had been dashed….for today.  Who knows what tomorrow might bring.  We can always dream.

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Resignation

 

SNOWED IN

You aren’t seeing things.  You are getting two blogs on two consecutive days from me.  To what do you owe this rare pleasure?  I’m snowed in and have some extra time on my hands.

Yes, I am snowed in with only 4.5″ of snow on the ground.  Those of you who live in Colorado, Canada, Wisconsin,  or any other place that receives a lot of snow, probably think this silly.  However, we don’t get a lot of snow here, so we don’t have the means to get all of the county roads cleared.  Also, in my case, even if they were clear, my driveway is not.  As I have said before, it is a quarter mile of hills, curves, and shade.  Here are some pictures from this morning.  It is steeper than it appears.

Tippy patiently waited for me to have breakfast and coffee this morning before going on our walk.  Well, sort of patiently.  As you can see, she did move to the door to let me know that she was ready and I should hurry myself up.

 

Yesterday, the high temperature was 22°F.  It never ceases to amaze me that snow will melt at those temperatures.  Of course, it all refroze last night (low 10°F), making my walk today a bit more laborious than it was yesterday.  It also presented some interesting sites.  My boot prints in the snow had refrozen into beautiful crystals.

The only new animal signs I saw were from rabbits and squirrels.  I guess everything else has found a warm place to ride out this cold spell.  Tippy was happy to be out, regardless.

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Looking for movement.

I did see lots of birds, trying to find something to eat to keep warm, I would imagine.  In the second picture below, a bird was “walking on water.”  The larger dark object is a log sticking up out of the ice.  The water wasn’t frozen solid around it, so I believe the bird was taking advantage of that fact and getting a drink.

The frozen pond was beautiful, glistening in the sun.  Unfortunately, the picture does NOT do it justice.

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Glistening ice.

When we got back to the house, Tippy, once again, decided that she wasn’t quite done running.

Her antics left her with a snow beard.

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I think I look rather distinguished with a beard.

I thought she was going to stay outside again, but, she decided to come in after about 5 minutes.  I don’t blame her.  The sunny bed was a much warmer place for a nap.