After last Sunday’s “cow turn-out,” I decided that I needed to write one more column about our cows’ 2016 antsy springtime behaviors. It isn’t unusual for the cows to get fidgety this time of the year with the arrival of warm weather and green grass, but this year they seemed a little more restless than normal. From past experience we knew that they were getting ready for summer pasture, but the pasture wasn’t ready yet. So we fed extra hay. We put out an extra mineral tub. The cows were full and they enjoyed naps in the sun, but they were just plain restless.
You start with history, of course. And yet, we are slow to recognize the historic moment when Hillary Clinton is involved. After all, there is so much history to Clinton that is not, well, exactly epoch-making. You don’t often see the words “cautious” and “trailblazer” used to describe the same person, and, in any case, it’s hard for her to blaze to much glory when we’ve watched her many smaller steps, and her many missteps, over the many years.
Before I became personally involved in politics, I used to watch the news on TV and yell at the newscasters. Now I can’t watch it at all. There is so much opportunity in government to actually solve problems and make the system work better for ordinary people and yet we seem to focus on national politics and political turmoil as a form of entertainment.
With a cast of people who have appeared in “Game of Thrones,” “The Hunger Games,” “Harry Potter,” “Pirates of the Caribbean,” “Terminator” and other fantasy and sci-fi franchises, you might expect “Me Before You” to be a little less than grounded, but wizards and White Walkers are a cinch to believe in over the idea that a tragic romance will work out in the end.
Our local paper has been writing about, and the community has been looking for the “one answer” to the economic issues that seem to be pestering our town. Most of the answers revolve around diversification of some sort due to the constant attacks on our natural resource industries. “Pot” is the latest entry into the list of potential industries that promise to help save Craig and Moffat County from struggling to meet various budgetary concerns.
I’ve always been intrigued with the White House — I even visited it one year. Of particular interest to me are the first ladies. So I’ve enjoyed reading “First Women: The Grace and Power of America’s Modern First Ladies.” It’s this week’s featured book. This new (2016) nonfiction book was written by Kate Andersen Brower who also wrote The New York Times bestseller “The Residence: Inside the Private World of the White House.”
By August 1945 the atomic bombs brought the Japanese to their knees. Across the Pacific, American servicemen were filled with joy, relief and thoughts of returning to their previous lives. While a euphoric nation celebrated and prayed in thanksgiving, one family in the Yampa Valley was dealt the cruel blow of losing the man in their life.
When my siblings and I were growing up, Mom cooked using what was produced on the ranch. There were times (I think maybe during winter) when the chickens didn’t lay very well. Mom used eggs for lots of meals, including breakfast. So when I found this recipe I immediately thought of Mom. She would have appreciated a cake recipe calling for just one egg.
Suddenly it’s June. It seems as though it was just yesterday that I was writing about the approaching spring. Now just look how things have changed, not just here at Pipi’s Pasture but elsewhere in the county.
The “Silly Season” is currently upon us despite the fact that it has already been a long, drawn-out election year! The 2016 presidential primary debates have consumed months and months of our televised news and entertainment. Many of us have witnessed chaotic caucuses, assemblies and petition processes, but the statewide primary election is finally here!
When you’re looking for a priceless bird statue, you call Sam Spade. When you need a heroin trade upended, you call Popeye Doyle. When you’re searching for a missing person but still have plenty of time for shenanigans? That’s when you call “The Nice Guys.”
In the lexicon of appropriate words and phrases used to describe, it has come to my attention that we are throwing around (literally) words that don’t really mean anything and it’s having an impact on our culture. It is appropriate then to advance a partial list that will assist in the return to a more defined, less abstract tone in our collective discussion of just about everything.
This week’s column is a change of pace. The review is of a magazine — one that I look forward to finding in my mailbox.
A reporter asked me awhile back if I was a cowboy. I said "no." That name is reserved for them that make their livin’ punchin’ cows.
We have planted most of our garden, and so far one row of onions is up. As I was checking out the garden I noticed that some our young rhubarb plants are about ready. What a great time for Mary Burnett, of Craig, to send me a recipe for “Blubarb Pie” (Blueberry Rhubarb). There may be three cups of rhubarb from our plants to make Mary’s pie!