Ranch Notes

Notes about life at Brauer Ranch.

Labor day

finished bedroom renovationIn truth it was far more than a day. It was several days of the help of friends and family that got us to where we are. We've been working on getting the house renovated and into shape for things to come. The new floors are down throughout and the painting is largely done. Nature's call even helped our aging pup water test the floor this morning but it held up well.

The little things

[Picture of Manure Fork]There are few things in life as annoying as a bad manure fork when one is cleaning corrals. Bad in this case is a metal-handled beast that has lost the rubber grip portion. Without the rubber grip the resulting leather glove on smooth metal routine means the fork rotates quickly when loaded and picked up. Tonight that came to an end when I stopped by the feed store and picked up a wooden handled fork on the way home. Life the way it should be.

Calendars and new years

Today marks the end of 2006 and the start of 2007. A calendar sporting a beautiful picture of a snowy wilderness hangs just above the computer. Tomorrow it will no longer have value as a planning tool. I realized a few minutes ago, with a tinge of panic, that I've not purchased any 2007 calendars yet. The new year will come and I'll have no idea what my schedule is.

That's not really the case. I'm sold on Google Calendar. Sure Google is behaving badly in many ways and is out to prove it is little different than many technology companies that have come and gone before. I'm still stuck on the convenience of Google Calendar and it keeps getting easier.

Even with the modern marvel of keeping schedules entirely online I will still get several calendars this year. There have not been stories in the news reporting on the vast decline in calendar sales. Quite the opposite appears to be the case as the isles of the bookstore are filled with any shape calendar one can imagine. From page-a-day to multi-month views it seems whatever one might want to have pictured on them one can get. For those whose tastes aren't satisfied at the local bookstore there are even do-it-yourself options. So even with the blossoming of the online-calendar market it turns out we're still hooked on the good old fashioned paper kind.

Frosty Fall Morning

frosty leavesA frosty fall morning as autumn prepares to yield to winter. The weekend brought the first snow down to the lower reaches of the high southern desert. Watching sunset through the crystal clear air it becomes apparent there is a connection to the high desert that those who have not been a part of it never fully grasp. There are two ways of looking at the mountains of the basin and range. Some look and see barren bland mountains. Those with the place in their blood see a unique beauty.

Playing sick

National Public Radio had a story yesterday on people calling in sick when they really aren't. They asked and the expert gave some of the most egregious instances of people who didn't need sick time but called in anyway. One of those was someone who called in because they were searching for their horse who had gotten out. While it may or may not strictly qualify for sick time it seems that the expert engaged has never been a horse owner or never come to realize that things like that happen. In the last half-decade I've used about 4 sick days. Two of them came after spending all night up with horses and being exhausted.

It is always amazing how much perspective colors what is viewed as reasonable or unreasonable.

Intelligence

We humans like to see ourselves as the king of all the beasts. On this Sunday afternoon as I head off to the office, having spent the morning working at home, I look around and not that there are two cats and two dogs resting quite comfortably. I wonder who the smart ones really are?

Family business

We took a trip to the Utah Shakespeare Festival this weekend. On this Labor Day weekend I was struck by the labor going on. At the hotel and again at a restaurant today I was greeted by the spectacle of young people working. Eight and ten year-old children pushing laundry carts or handing out menus. It struck me as unseemly. It was interesting as soon as I began to compare these children with my own beliefs about children working in agriculture on the family interest from a young age. These young people were all dutifully engaged in their respective family undertakings. How should that be any different?

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