Boston Flower Show Blooms
Boston Flower Show Blooms
Well by now most of you know our JT (Jess-Tex) at least in photos. She is our Border Collie and no we do not have a farm.
I have shared my life with fourteen dogs five of which were part of a litter that went on to new homes where they were adored family members.
This dog above was born at a friend’s home, the male her father was from Texas and they drove from Vermont to pick him up. JT’s mother was a dog that was dropped off at their place in Vermont. Gorgeous lighter Gray with white. She was scared who knows the kind of life had she lead.
JT was like the runt with a not so perfect face marking and it was just her sister and her no one had chosen to be theirs.
Now I wanted no more dogs but here were the two prettiest faces begging to be loved. I said I wanted both, actually could not believe that came out of my mouth. The daughter said she was taking the tri color one. I was taking JT as long as they were both fixed, I didn’t care.
The day we found her in the horse stall with her sister, we had been camping with a three-year old great-niece so we went home to NH but when I got to my house I called them and said I would be back up for the pup I had fallen in love with. Her husband was going to be in NH on a welding job so he brought the pup with him so we did not have to go all the way back to northern Vermont.
We bought a leash and collar as well as bowl and water, as it would be a long ride for a puppy and headed north.
We took the pickup truck with a bench seat so she could lay between us. Funny as I look back six and a half years later at that ride home. She would lay her head on my leg then wander over to the passenger side for his leg. She was trying to settle in on that big seat but wanted to be close to both of us, her HERD.
We stopped often to walk her, and to let her have some water and then she was scooped up again and placed in the middle between us. It is where she has always ridden till he bought this new truck with the big back seat. All hersto be sure.
She had been born on Mother’s Day and in October she took her first really long ride down to Georgia. We went gold prospecting with a club he belonged to and she set about making many new friends that weekend. It was really rainy and nasty, creeks were swollen I was so glad this camping trip was in a cabin with a hot tub.
This pup has led a very interesting life to be sure. She could have a blog of her own.
We no sooner got back from our trip to Georgia when we set in motion an epic cross-country trip that would include sleeping out in the wild, in a tent for the month of December. Not too worry we would be in Arizona and it is still warm right?
We bought an old RV and he made it road worthy and we were looking forward to an amazing journey together. Then the gas prices soared so we scrapped the idea of taking the old beast back west where it had actually been made. I looked for a van cheaper on gas and room for all we would need to bring with us. I found a pretty cool looking Chevy van, a conversion van the kind with a bench seat that lays down and can be used as a bed. We bought it from a group of men who used it to go back and forth to New England Patriot football games. Yes tailgaters. It has a HUGE Patriots Loge on one whole window. I never thought about the fact we were going to be in the Super Bowl and the game would be in Arizona!
What a trip that was from the start. JT could feel the excitement. I rented a place for our cat to go where, she was to be treated like a Queen, for the money she better have been the center of attention. He made a rack for the hitch, the fact he was a welder for 30 years came in handy. On this rack we took the tool box off the pick-up and placed our clothes and tenting supplies as well has some dry goods like JT’s Food and dog bones. We would be on BLM land and there would be no stores, no street lights, no phones. JT would be the only one out of the three of us to do nothing but play as any pup will do. They said rattle snakes would have taken cover as well as the other critters who live under ground, I was hoping so.
So we loaded up and headed south, I had to say good-by and Merry Christmas to Mom on our way. We opened our gifts and had a beautiful meal then loaded back into the van and headed out of New England. Leaving what we thought of winter behind us as well.
As we headed south through Massachusetts we heard a lot of horn blowing and people giving me the THUMBS UP signs that was different for me having been in a big rig all those years and it was never a THUMB I got! People were excited, they saw the sign and our team was in the hunt for a ticket to the BIG GAME! When we hit NJ the looks changed, funny how that works.
I stopped on the NJ Turnpike to top off of the gas tank when a big dark-colored Suburban pulls on the other side of the pump. It had those really dark windows, looking kind of sinister. This is a place they pump for you, so as I am sitting and waiting I hear a horn beep then I see the black glass start to open and there were four huge black men smiling at me I was kind of confused then one pointed to the SIGN on our window and said GO PATS!!! They could have been players looking at the size of them! It was like that the whole trip out. Just random strangers stopping us to congratulate our team on the playoffs and wishing us well on our journey. They all petted JT. I swear more love was given to her that first year of her life. No wonder she chooses humans over animals to play with. She never new life as a dog.
more later on JT’s Adventures with us and her adoring fans
A re-visit to my man made from muscles
Time to put the mower away
Snow is coming to our area
Have a Great Weekend!
It has been a very long time since I looked at this photo. I used to miss this truck so much, then it was the girl I was, who had gone missing.
Let me tell you some background since a few have asked about the days I spent behind the wheel of an 18 Wheeler(this one has 22 ) .
So much happened before I became a trucker, guess you would surmise that, as young girls really did not drive tractor-trailer trucks in the mid to late 70’s, well not in New England especially.
So do I begin here with this time period in the photo or go from the start?
I think I will do this blog from just before the time I bought her till I said goodbye, as there really is an awful lot for this story.
I was divorced in 1995 and as part of the settlement of OUR THINGS I had a choice to make. Let’s see he had already just got rid of the truck he drove, he actually gave it back to the bank with less than a year to pay on it. He was drinking so heavy daily and I could not drive TWO TRUCKS so he did what he did. I insisted we split the days up with him driving my rig(not this one) Monday,Wednesday and Friday which would leave me Tuesday and Thursday and most Saturdays. At the time I was hauling rubbish back and forth from Roxbury, MA to different landfills and trash to energy plants here in New England.
Things were getting worse living with him. I never thought they could get any worse and there came a point when I had the police remove him from the home. I had finally had too much. Lost so much. I signed a restraining order and told them he could come for the rig, with police.
It took a year before the final day in front of the judge. All I wanted was the house, 4 dogs and my 68 Camaro and my Ford Pickup Truck. He could take EVERYTHING ELSE!
In the time I sent him away, I found a job driving for a local company. I was now driving a Dump Truck. Worked 10 hours a day and finally had a life but not much money compared to owning my own rig but I was happy, really happy. I actually looked forward to doing my hair and climbing into that Orange Mack daily.
When the judges final decree was sent he gave me everything I wanted. The house, dogs and vehicles. Now how could I pay the house payment on a weekly paycheck, as an employee, I really couldn’t.
My Dad knew I worked for a seasonal company so he gave me an old 1974 Mack to drive. He paid for the registration and fuel and insurance and I paid him back weekly. I worked that truck for probably 9 months and even put some cash away. The Mack had a lot of issues being so old and finally she just could not go on the road anymore so if I was to truck I had to go shopping and quick!
I had a job to haul containers of beer from the pier in Boston or trailers from the rail yards in Alston. I poured through books and found a place in CT that sold used trucks. I saw the tractor in the photo above and thought she would be a good enough rig for me to begin again. The man who owned the place was impressed with my knowledge of trucks see he threw questions at me to check, I was a female. I had to prove to him I owed nobody anything after the divorce except my mortgage company and that the home was mine and not the ex-husbands. So he put a paper plate on it and told me to take it up to NH and drive it haul a few loads and show it to my Dad to make sure it would be a good choice for me, and then bring him the decree so he could see what the judge had written.
I went straight to my parents home from CT which was just under 2 hours away and showed them what it looked like and then Dad hopped into the driver’s seat and off we went for a test drive just as I had when I was 18 in a car he brought home for me. He liked it and then we switched seats and I drove. It was the first time I had ever taken my Dad with me in a rig, Mom had been several times but now it was time to show my Dad how over 2 mil. miles had made me into an awesome though fearless driver. He loved the ride! He said it looked like a solid truck for what I was hauling and that I drove it like a professional. I could not be happier. He asked if I needed any money and I told him no you see it was $1,000.00 down and a payment each month for 2 years and she would be mine. That was 1996, late in the year.
I hauled the beer and goods for maybe a year then I got antsy I wanted to haul the heavy loads again. This truck did not have a double frame or a wet system. I traded my Camaro for a Wet System which consisted of a pump and a tank which held Hydraulic fluid and hoses and fittings. This poor truck with her big Cummings Motor was going to set out to do the impossible, just as it owner.
I hooked up with old friends and started hauling Bark Mulch from a place in Maine all the way to Cape Cod and places in between. I loved the work and the places they sent me as so many others would hit everything but the lottery in the customers yards that they started to request the Blonde Girl who was a great driver! Everywhere I went I got smiles and waves from people. See I was an oddity still and we were now in the late 90’s.
Bark Mulch was seasonal so I had to find steady work I had not only a home to pay for but a truck. I hooked up with another friend in the rubbish business and started to haul four loads a day for him 6 days a week. I now had Sunday’s to play with the dogs in the yard while the truck was washed and oiled changed for the next week of work.
I hauled garbage till it just became too expensive to keep tires on it with going in and out of a landfills and hooked up with a Spring Water company. It was now 1998 winter again and this would be my first experience hauling a tanker down off the top of a mountain with snow and ice. I was scared, very scared about stopping at that stop sin at the bottom, why do they do that anyway!
I worked that whole winter of 1998 and then in 1999 the real fun began. I never got sleep I just napped in between loads. I hauled 3 to 4 loads of water, weighing out at 103,000 pounds back and forth to bottling companies, you see the country was getting ready for Y2K, which would happen in the year 2000, when the world would change as we knew it. We hauled thousands of gallons of water, as there were 10 other drivers doing the same thing for the company I worked for. Stock piled water filled these places with fear about what would come of the computers of our world and all the machines run by them.
As we all know we were really fine, doom and gloom never came to be. They would have a slow down in production so it was time for a much-needed vacation!
I parked this rig, tanker attached and locked up safe and sound and headed to FL where else would a girl go who loves the sea. I took 3 dogs as one had passed away and the cat and boyfriend at the time and headed to his Aunts place for a little rest. It was while I was there we decided it was where I wanted to be. Get rid of the house go back home and get my rig and start a new life where things were no so hard on me or the equipment. I could find work anywhere. So we left the dogs and cat there with his Aunt and I was heartbroken as I headed north but I would be back in 2 weeks with everything I wanted to start all over again with.
We made it back as planned I left the house for mortgage company to deal with as they refused to take the ex’s name off and set about finding my own place to call home.
So I spent most days in the beginning when we got down to Florida getting caught up on sleep and sun tanning and playing with my dogs, who were now 10. I finally got the bug to really drive again so I hooked up with a company to haul empty cans to bottling companies along the east coast of Florida, you see I loved the Gulf Coast . My rig was getting a much deserved rest as well, loads were so light I had to keep checking in the review mirrors to make sure I still had the trailer hooked to it. Life was GOOD, it really was the best. I was so very happy, finally, the year was 2000.
Well around August I received mail from the company holding the loan on my home. It seems they didn’t want it either and had given it to me free and clear only stipulation was I had to live in it. I was shocked to say the least. They asked me to go back to the home I loved so much in the woods of NH and lock the doors as I had left it cleaned out and spotless with doors unlocked for potential buyers. Now what go back, start again I didn’t want to. I liked it here in Florida but some of my dogs were buried there, it was home. At this point I was tired of making decisions really on my own as the boyfriend at the time was younger than me and OK with me doing it all. Yes I am now sadly aware that was who I was and nothing to do with him.
I decided I would go home alone with him and the pets but no rig. It was an old truck now, pretty and in great shape but not for another season of hard, nasty weather. I placed a For Sale sign in the back window and within days a man approached me and asked if he could check it out which he did and bought it with CASH. I had lots of money to pay his Aunt’s bills up to date, pay my brother cash I owed him and fuel for the van and enough to live on upon getting back to NH where I would also have to put electric on, fill the propane and hook up TV and internet.
We packed everything back into a U Haul, kissed everyone good-bye.
We were coming home.
I miss that truck and the freedom she gave me out on the roads but you see I finally get that there is more than one chapter in this woman’s life.
Time to LIVE IT!
the beginning and the middle will come with time STAY Tuned
We woke early to get ready to attend. We took the truck and dropped of the dog with my Mom. She was very sad and didn’t really want to see us go. I knew she would be safe for a few hours with Mom and it was time for me to have some fun after the last week I had just been through. I had it planned down to the minute as we would drive 22 miles from Mom’s then catch one bus then catch yet another and a short walk would put us front and center of 1325 Commonwealth Avenue a place the band had called home and where they actually wrote a few hits. I am talking about old friends from long ago you know them as Aerosmith. So let mew show you some photos of a beautiful day we spent with them at a free concert they set up for us their FANS.
Waiting for the first bus
Flatbed Trailers full of Speakers, for the show, parked along the road ready to go. They never broke them down!
They came in like our sports stars do in Boston, well they are ROCK STARS!
By DUCK BOATS.
They brought friends and family too.
They were going back home to where they had started this journey.
I have to tell you about some friends. MR. Kraft and his Son who are owners of our NFL Football Team The New England Patriots!
They brought Footballs for each of the band members. Game Balls.
Best of all they brought our Quarterback, I am sure you have heard of him lol Tom Brady. The band had made a new track for them to use while on the field when they play.
When we arrived there may have been a thousand of us early birds.
We were up pretty close to the entrance of their old place.
One rig was for them to perform from the other two of these trailers loaded with speakers one for each side of this section of street. They said there could be 100,000
of us fans show up. I think they said it was more like 30,000 I can’t say as we were shoulder to shoulder dancing and screaming for MORE!
It was a cool day as you can see but Steven Tyler took of his coat and asked us to do the same. I had dressed in layers so my light jacket was already tied around my waist but
boyfriend said we were nuts and he chose to stay bundled up.
TV and Radio stations were everywhere
Police too, but it was a party they really were not needed. They were loving the show as well, even helicopters hovered above to take it all in.
There is always one in the crowd who never thinks of who they may be blocking so before they took her down they passed her their cameras
Steven Tyler turns to include all the college student who have gathered along the ground in front of their old place on Comm Ave
They shot us with cannons full of confetti they part was over it was time to send them back on tour as the following day TODAY their new album dropped
A sea of rockers as you can see and this doesn’t really show much at all as they had started to disperse from that end.
The Roadies break it down, sure wish they had had room for a piano we really wanted to hear DREAM ON maybe next time
A very orderly crowd
As you can see we were very well protected
Never been so glad to see our truck sitting and waiting for us safe and sound. Time to get in and go see Mom and our little pup JT
Wish you could have joined us for the show.
Catch them when they come to your town they will have you rocking all night long!
I was attending a local fair , an agricultural fair .
They had rides set up for children to climb upon.
Many farm animals were being shown by their handlers
with hopes of receiving a Blue Ribbon.
The smells of Fried Dough, and Cotton Candy and Carmel Apples
were down each and every row.
There were tall men well men on stilts.
I was drawn to just one.
This pretty one with her WINGS
She walked beside this artistic little dwelling.
I loved the color and everything going on with it but
when she turned and I saw her wings I knew I needed
to somehow catch up and snap two photos.
You probably had to be there to understand but this was so not
what you would normally see walking about at a fair, where they sheared sheep and milked cows.
It was being hauled by a Yellow Turtle.
I LOVE the sea but you have already figured that out, in this short time I have been doing my BLOG.
You also know I love cool and interesting but different things as well.
Quirky yes maybe lol, but I am NOT ALONE!1!
There is this Artist who is out there! Really OUT THERE!
Check this out!
Now come on isn’t this just the COOLEST thing you have ever seen!
It is made with Mussels, man they ate a lot of them!
I love my camera and the life I have , well maybe not yesterday but 9 out of 10 days it is a TRIP I am on, with cool things just there in my day, waiting for me to capture it the best I
can with my little Kodak Easy Share !
Now what can you do with shells you may have after dinner is done?
I do not think this area can be saved either.
Here are some photos to show the tax money spent trying to do just that though.
I say buy all the homes, knock them down and give us back a wild and serene
beach and stop fighting Mother Nature!
A costly machine sent in to pump sand from the Merrimack River
back up onto Salisbury Beach to help with erosion.
Sand travels up hundreds of feet of these pipes
All the while the sea comes and takes it back out at low tide
Hard to see what is going on but that mess is sand and water being thrown back up onto the beach
Where large heavy equipment pushes it around and try to reclaim a beach
not really to sunbathe on but to protect the homes here as well from the tides
that come ever 12 hours and either throw things up on the shoreline or haul off the
sand at low tide.
This went on for weeks, hour after hour.
I will take a photo this week, to show you what it looks like today, just 2 years later.
My take on Mother Nature and her fury, in one of my favorite places to walk and fish.
Just the other side of Newburyport MA is a place called Plum Island.
This is a place you will see just before you go over the marsh and hit the island.
We have a nuclear plant in Seabrook ,NH and when all the protests
were going on, residents knew that there would be No Way Out!
Sign stands after all these years as a reminder.
Well it seems like the Nuclear Plant is safer for these residents,
than the sea they love to live next too.
The ocean is taking more and more of the beach that used to be their buffer.
Homes have been undermined by the surf and ultimately pushed by machines onto the beach at low tide and then
picked up and placed in rigs and taken to the local landfill.
The politicians keep throwing money at this situation.
Permits to re-build these homes maybe issued.
This problem that will only become worse as the worlds oceans rise, as predicted they will.
They installed these a few years ago, to save these homes but surly you can see no mater how much sand and barriers are brought in
the Atlantic Ocean will take what it needs for space.
They warn people who love this place to Stay Away!
These were once completely covered with sand and the beach built back up, by sand hauled to this area, all at the taxpayers expense.
This is just for this one stretch of ocean front property.
Who came up with the plan years ago to allow homes here?
So many places we can not go near now because of the dangers these
homes present and we can’t forget the Nesting Plovers!
I will continue to come here month after month to document the loss of a beautiful stretch of beach.
I have so many fond memories I can not help but watch and see what time has in store for this wild place.
I will miss this place when she is gone.
Pretty boats all in a row
Tucked here and there on their moorings .
Such a beautiful day to be worried about rain or do they want privacy?
Laying wait for their owners to take then out, on the open water.
Pirates? I want to be on this one!
Can’t wait to take her for a boat ride!
I love finding punches of COLOR!
Sailors have always lived a Colorful life
which I have always seen as ROMANTIC.
I know it is hard work keeping their boats
clean,fueled up and running good. The men who fish here
for a living in (MA,USA) are a strong bunch.
Looking for fish, getting what they are worth, fighting storms, loosing traps.
I love fish and appreciate all the hard work , as well as the sacrifices, for us to have a wonderful fish dinner.
Keep up the good work!
A random man along our shore, during winter Catching a Wave!
I was walking with dog and also looking for sea glass but I decided to follow him
with my camera. I have no idea who he is just a winter surfer.
see the snow in the foreground?
So I came home with his Surfing photos and some exercise for all of us and to top it off this is what I did with another treasure
The beaches along New England are constantly being battered.
Storm after storm starts to change the landscape.of our shore.
Wave after wave rolls in with a fury.
We have sea walls to keep it from our homes, though we continue to build in harm’s way.
Homes are lost, lives are changed, personal items lost to the sea.
As a home is lost, plans to rebuild get underway.
This story will have updates along the way, as it is forever changing in these parts ,we call home.
Millions are spent to save the homes of those, who just had to get as close to the sea, as they could.
Permits are given out to build another in its place.
Taxes are spent on baffles, to try to keep erosion at bay.
It as you can clearly see it is not working.
Just a waste of money in my point of view, to fight a force so much stronger than man.
The more beach we have left the happier she will be lol
I finally left the house with JT and Ron. It has been one thing after another this summer and fall with JT and I.
She is on a lot of medications and we hope she starts to get back her thick and beautiful coat, as winter is just around the corner. This weighs heavy on us as we love her so much.
We went to Newburyport for the ride as well as to get some exercise. All this beading and torch work has had me locked inside. I stopped at OLDIES to see Jean, who will add some of my pieces there, for sale.
I also have some in Raymond and they are having a Gala Event Thursday night if you are in the area, from 6 to 9. Door prizes and discounted prices! Holiday Shopping Days are upon us. Whenever you do go out to get it done please try to buy locally and if you can get something from a local artist/crafters so much better than junk from China, just saying.
I will make custom pieces, in sizes and colors of your choice, if you have someone special on your list who loves jewelry, most of my pieces go for between $15.00 and $40.00.
Have a wonderful week
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