I Have to Go: We've Got Cows

Hello, readers. We are always happy you stopped by to see what adventures we have been on for the weekend. This weekend, mainly nothing except I'm doing my daily deliveries. Terry is spending time outside, smoking cigars, reading books, watching online videos, and basically freezing his patoot off. 

He went out and grabbed a propane heater to keep himself warmer; however, it is one of the tall deck or patio heaters and just didn't suffice. It was far too tall, leaving him pretty cold in the 30-degree weather we have been having. This weekend, we sold the heater and he went on the hunt for another type of product, one that would sit in front of him to blow heat on his body and extremities. He found one. 

Yes, he found another one. A heater that sits on a stand so you can bring it close to replicate the sun. My solution would have been to spend more time indoors and forego the smoking, but, as a former smoker, I get it. He spends hours outside though, so no wonder the man freezes. Just a suggestion for future reference though, bring your ice-cubed patoot into the house and stay warm like the rest of us. Even the husky is like, "Nope. Taking a nap hoomans."

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Speaking of "the man," he remembered the 17th monthly anniversary date once again and surprised me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Gotta love a man who remembers the smallest details. 

So once more I am charmed by his romanticism and his wonderful heart. I could not ask for more. 

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And this presents another segue. From my floral excitement to a joy of delivering a bit of happiness to others in delivering arrangements of flowers to someone else. Love this part of the job. 

My first delivery of flowers. I love the colors used in this arrangement. Great placement and colors!

And how can you go wrong with this combination of flowers?

The last bouquet took me way up into the hills of the Winchester and Wilbur area. I had traveled the road before, but not that far out. It was fun, beautiful, and a bit scary as strips on the road were showing signs of black ice. But the scenery! OMG, the scenery along the route was truly amazing. After delivering the flowers, I had to stop for a moment and take some photos of this beautiful part of the city of Roseburg, as this multiple mile trip still had me inside city limits, I guess. With my ass falling asleep in the seat on the drive, I can't honestly say it felt like I was still within the city. 

I was able to pull off into a small gravel space on the side of the road and take some photos. 

I traveled a bit further to get to another section of the surrounding landscape I eyeballed on the way to the destination. 

These photos are of the North Umpqua River which is a large tributary of the Umpqua River. 

There was a hill across the road from my stopping point where a few cows were grazing on a hillside. 

At one point I stood there, laughing. The cows gave me the oddest looks and of course, this was before I could get them on camera. Figures. 

I finally made it back to town, finishing the day out with some great views of parts of Roseburg I witnessed for the first time today. Far too much crap going on in the world right now. It was great to get out, make some money, and also see some beautiful landscape. 

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I took some photos throughout the weekend on the runs I made. Typically sent to one side of town and then the other, gives me plenty of opportunities to see various spots. This is my photo shoot for this weekend.

It was 32 degrees outside as I drove through the highway route to Myrtle Creek, and this man waded out into the river, I guess looking for the perfect fishing spot. Burr and jeez. WTH? I was having a hard enough time getting warm in the car today, but this avid fisherman was asking to be an ice cube. Hypothermia, anyone?

With fishing and boating opportunities, this is the South Umpqua River that flows through Roseburg.

Reflections.

Ripples.

And rapids.

Back home. I love home. 

Back out doing deliveries again the following day. Same old routine, yet different places, scenery, and people. It's an awesome gig, but somebody's got to do it. 

I have climbed back into my cozy spot in the office and have taken up my favorite hobby again, redefining vintage and antique jewelry. This vintage white pendant is crafted by Acoma Pueblo people in New Mexico between 1930 and 1965. The signature on the back of the pendant is "Acoma Pueblo," a traditional signature for their work during that time. Later, the signatures became more personalized. 

This pendant is made from a clay and has a hemp or yucca cord for attaching it to a chain or string, jewelry wire or whatever the case may be. 

Dense lines are painted onto the piece. In traditional Acoma iconography, these lines symbolize rain, a very sacred and vital element in the high desert of the Southwest. Beautiful piece! I'm having a difficult time in choosing a cleaning process, however. The paint is derived from beeweed extract, or wild spinach, leaving it vulnerable to liquids for cleaning it. That means a very light polishing cloth. I do love the debris and the murky coating that this medallion collected from the decades it has existed. 

Turquoise was placed around the medallion by AI, just to use the photo in another platform, although I may use trade beads or turquoise to make a necklace to be home to this special pendant. Well, at least to me it's special. I love the history behind these pieces, beads, and jewelry in general. 

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Even though the offerings are not much this week, we would like to send everyone wishes for peace, love, warmth, and light in the upcoming days. Try to stay warm and take care of yourselves. 

Until our next blog post. 

Terry & Vicki Macrae

Peaceful old people