What A Great Day!

As if this:

 

Or this:

 

Or this: 

 

Or even this:

 

Were not enough reason to call it a good day, someone came by my work station today and brought this:

 

She said she had had a visitor who left them behind, and she would not ever eat them, so she gave them to me.

And then, another co-worker came by a few minutes later, and brought this:

 

A half dozen home made chocolate chip gluten free cookies. Okay, I ate three of them, and they were yummy!  He said a friend of his is starting a gluten free company in Tucson, and when she came to visit she brought these for me. Well, by then, I was feeling really extra special and very loved.  And then, another person came by and brought this:

 

She had been down to Flagstaff, and was shopping at Frontier Foods, and when she saw their gluten free aisle, she thought of me. And that Cranberry Pomegranate juice? Because she knew I had that kidney stone last week, and just wanted me to have it. 

People, I am so high on this spontaneous show of love from these people!  I can't tell you how good this made me feel today.  I can hardly wait for tomorrow...

Company Comes To The North Rim

Because we live in such a remote area, and have such a small community, whenever someone has company, we ALL have company.  It's not that we are being nosey and and hogging up each other's friends, it's just that we are all starved for news of the outside world. Or, it could be that any occasion is a reason for a party. Whatever. 

Lenny, Kenny, Sandy, Dennis, Walt

So, a last week our neighbor and co-worker, Dennis, came over and asked if he could borrow my dutch oven so he could make some stew for his visitors who were coming the next day.  I gladly loaned it to him because I sort of knew I would be eating that stew, too.  The next day, I was working at the entrance station, when the guys came in. Even though I had never met them, when they showed me their pass and ID, and I saw that they were from Kentucky, I knew they were the guys coming to visit Dennis. Sure enough, they were. I gave them detailed directions to where their friend lived.  

FabGrandpa and Zach

When I got home from work that night, FabGrandpa wasn't here, but I knew exactly where to find him. I went over to Dennis's place, and found him eating the pork and chile stew. When I came in, I was still in uniform and the guys were all, "You gave us great directions" and "How did you know we were the right people?" and someone handed me a bowl of stew. Yum.

 

Me and Kenny

The next night there was a party at Dennis's place. We had a campfire in the barbecue grate. It was loads of fun. Even though we hadn't met until the night before, it was like we had all known each other forever. 

 

Lenny, me, and FabGrandpa

 

Zach, FabGrandpa, and Walt

 

Kenny tending to the fire. 

Dennis's company left the following Monday. Today, Dennis came over with a bunch of bananas. He said one of his visitors left them at his place. So, I thought, when life hands you bananas, make banana pudding!

Trying To Catch Up...

I don't which is worse in the life of a blogger---having so little going on that it is a stretch to find something interesting to write about, or having so much going on that it is difficult to find the time to write.  This is the time of year here at the North Rim where we all start thinking about having to leave, and that brings about a flurry of parties and get-togethers. We are all trying to spend as much time as possible with our friends before the end of the season.

Last year, FabGrandpa and I didn't get to know many of our co-workers and neighbors that well. It was sort of like, we were newcomers here, and people were just used to seasonals coming for one season and then never seeing them again. When we came back in the spring, though, we had lots of people smiling, hugging us, welcoming us back. Although the community here is small, we have  lots of friends this year, and have spent many hours of our time off sitting around campfires, having a few beers, laughing, talking, dreaming with those folks. 

I have so much to tell, and so little time to get it written up. I have to finish telling you about Becky's visit. And then, I have to tell you about our neighbor's company. Yeah, when one of us have company, we ALL have company.  I have loads of pictures to share, and news of a wedding and a new baby in our family to tell you a about. And then there was my uninvited, unwanted company this week:

 

(that is the kidney stone, ugh!)

The enemy only stayed around for a day and a half, but that was way too long! I was so glad to finally see his ugly face and send him on his way. And I hope he never, ever shows up again. Next time I will be prepared, though, as I still have most of that RX of percocet left, and will start on as soon as I know it is coming. 

I am having a dinner party tonight. I'll be making my prize winning gluten free meatloaf, some home made gluten free mac and cheese, and a gluten free cake. My guests will be bringing something as well.  Heck, I can't even keep up with the two Meme's I participate in, Scenic Sunday and Remember Whensday.... 

So, I may have several posts in the next couple of days, trying to play catch up. At least I hope so.....

In The Company Of Friends and Relatives

This weekend the only thing I had planned to do was a dinner party for about 10 people. Yeah, I'm sorta crazy like that, who in their right mind would plan a dinner for 10 when they live in a travel trailer??? The menu included Mexican Seafood Soup, avocado slices, corn tortillas, and cantaloupe and honey dew melon. My friend, Kathie, brought home cooked mini bread loaves for those who eat wheat.

(ready to go outside to the picnic table)

I spent the day on Saturday doing nothing, and I do mean nothing. I laid on the sofa and read a book, one by Debbie Macomber, which is like junk food for the brain. Chatted with some friends on Facebook. Went out to sit by the campfire with my neighbors for a bit right before dark.

(a huge pot of soup)

This morning, I got up, wrote down my recipe (it's on my hard drive but I didn't feel like messing with my printer). It is a wireless and sometimes it won't talk to my computer, so writing down the recipe was faster. After that, I gathered up all the indredients and put them on the counter, ready to go. Chopped jalapenos, celery, onions, garlic. Peeled carrots and potatoes. Everything was ready. I made a HUGE pot of soup.

(mmmm, smell that soup!)

In between the gathering and chopping, I went out to do laundry. Got everything washed, dried, folded and hung up, in less than two hours. When I got back to the trailer, the phone rang, and it was my cousin, Susan. I have never met her, but I have talked to her on the phone several times. She is coming to visit me tomorrow. I am very excited about that! Susan's mother, my mother's sister, died when Susan was 12 and she was sent to live with her paternal grandparents in Oklahoma. She never saw her mother's family again until the last year.


In December of 2007, I was invited to be a guest blogger on a blog that is no longer in existence. During the time that I was trying to figure out what to write, I went to my mother's 80th birthday party. So, I decided to write about my mother's life. I started out talking about my mother's parents, and mentioned her maiden name in the article.

That maiden name is not a common name, and my grandfather's last name was the only last name Susan knew to search for after so many years. She and her husband had googled and searched for that last name many times over the years, with no results at all. The weekend after I posted my blog post at that other site, they googled again, and were very surprised and excited to finally get a hit on that last name.


The article included some pictures of my mother when she was young, and in the picture I chose, she looked very much like her sister, Susan's mother. There was a link from that article back here to FabGrandma, which Susan clicked on and found enough information to find my mother's telephone number in Georgia. The rest is history. Susan and her husband travelled from Missouri to Georgia to meet my mother last summer.


So, now, after all these years, I will meet my cousin tomorrow here at the Grand Canyon. I am very much looking forward to getting to know her a little bit. She credits me with finding her family and is very happy that I wrote that article. I'm sure I will have some pictures to post tomorrow.

The party tonight was so much fun, hanging out with the folks I work with, laughing, talking, having a beer or two. We stayed outside at the picnic table until after sunset, just enjoying each other's company. Ahhhhh, isn't life Grand?

Dinner On Hold

I have been planning a dinner party for 10 people for the last month or so. When we went to Flagstaff, I bought 3 pounds of tilapia and 2 pounds of shrimp, so I could make a large pot of my Mexican Seafood Soup. Yesterday, we went to Kanab, and I bought six avocados and some corn tortillas. My neighbor, Mark, bought fresh pineapple, cantaloupe, and mangos for his contribution to the party.

And then, this morning, my supervisor, who was also invited to the party, called to tell me she just remembered we have a mandatory staff meeting for our department tomorrow night at 6 p.m. One hour after my party was to have started. She apologized to me for not letting me know when she was invited, but hey, we ALL got the memo in April with all the dates of all our staff meetings for the year. Oh well, we are still having the party, but is has been rescheduled for next Sunday.

Because the party was postponed, I have to figure out what to do with those avocados. I bought some frozen avocados from Schwan's a couple months ago, and they turned out pretty good. I was surprised at how good the guacamole was that I made with them, because, to be honest, I really didn't think frozen avocados would be all that good. So, I am going to try freezing them, and them mash them up next week and make guacamole out of them. I usually serve avocado slices with my soup, but I have also put guac on the top of the soup before, and it was good. I just can't stand the thought of wasting $9 worth of avocados.

So, no party this week. And I was so looking forward to the company of friends.....

Make New Friends, But Keep The Old...

(Me and my sister, circa 1964)

Anyone who has ever been a Girl Scout will know that song.....One is silver and the other gold.

This week has been busy, and full of friends, both old and new. Last Saturday, FabGrandpa and I had a little dinner party to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Our guests included Curtis and KJ, a couple we met here at the North Rim, and have been trying to get together with since the end of April. Our schedules finally clicked last weekend. I had so much fun getting to know them better, and hope we will be friends for a long while. Curtis is an electrician here, and KJ, his wife, is a law enforcement ranger.

On Tuesday, I had my appointment with my new musculo-skelteal doctor, Dr. Monika Radloff, in Flagstaff. In my opinion, she is a very good doctor. She spent lots of time, both listening to my description of my symptoms, and in explaining to me what is wrong with me and telling me how to get better. While I hope I don't have to visit her very often, I am glad that I met her and would recommend her to others with similiar problems.

On Wednesday, I got a phone call from a long time friend, who I have not seen in ages! She and her husband were in Las Vegas, and wanted to come to visit the Grand Canyon. Gloria and I go waaaay back--to 1982 when I was a Girl Scout leader, she also was a Girl Scout leader. The girls in her troop were just a couple years younger than the girls in my troop, so sometimes our troops did things together. Gloria is now the older girl program manager for the Girl Scout Council in Atlanta.

I managed to get four and a half hours of leave time, so I could take Gloria and Byron on a private tour of the North Rim. I took them up to Cape Royal, where I discovered that Byron is afraid of heights! We had a wonderful time, but no pictures because I forgot my camera!!! Oh My Gosh! It was like I had just seen them last week, except now we talked about our grandchildren instead of about our Girl Scout troops!!!

And, you know how sometimes, even with the closest of friends, the ones we call sisters, we can come close to blows? Good thing I am in Arizona and my sister is in Georgia, or that probably would have happened. We had a huge sibling fight, through about 15 emails back and forth. I have kept it very private, but I want my sister to know, I still love you. While we probably won't EVER agree on politics, religion, child-rearing, best place to live, or even choice of sodas, we WILL always be sisters and I will always love you. You are the GOLDEST of the GOLD, my seester!

Just A Lazy Saturday

There is nothing at all interesting going on--unless you count that it is our 17th wedding anniverary and we are having guests for dinner, a couple that we work with, Curtis and KJ. I am cooking a delicious smelling pork sirloin roast with garlic stuffed in it, some broccoli, potatoes, and a tangy side dish of cooked cherries and peaches with a bit of ginger.

I cleaned the house (yeah, small house, it took about an hour), also cleaned out the refrigerator, and took the blankets off the bed finally. It doesn't get hot for very long here, only for about a month out of the year, but when it does, those blankets got to go!

Tomorrow, while FabGrandpa does laundry, I'll be going through the pantry and making a grocery shopping list for when we are in Flagstaff on Monday and Tuesday. I have that appointment with the musculo-skeltal specialist to see if they can figure out what is wrong with my arm.

I hope we have time to go to the arboretum while we're there. The last time we went, at the end of October, all the plants were dying for the winter. I hear they are all in full bloom now, so it should be good for some wonderful photo opportunities. I am also planning to go to Piccazo's Pizza for a tasty gluten free pizza, mmmmm, can't wait for that! OH, and I am going to look for a new bowl. I am having a hard time doing without the one that got broke Every time I start to cook something, I reach for it where it is supposed to be, and am disappointed again, every time.

Gluten Free Faces

Are you a gluten free girl or guy? Are you a social networker, like on FaceBook or MySpace? If so, you may be interested in a new network just for us gluten free types. Gluten Free Faces is the place to go!

Chad Hines is the founder of Gluten Free Faces. His "About Me" on his profile there says:

"I was diagnosed with Celiac when I was just 7 years old. After living with Celiac for almost 20 years, and visiting a seemingly infinite number of doctors, I understand the frustration and confusion that happens upon being diagnosed with Celiac. Therefore, I wanted to create an online community where gluten-free individuals from around the world could gather to share information, stories and recipes with one another!"

Thanks Chad! This is a great idea! I am so glad to have found this great new place on the web!

Tomorrow Is My Birthday

and my friend, Gaelyn, of Geogypsy, sent me this birthday card:


She took that picture when we went on our tour of Yarnell, AZ and The Castle there. Isn't it great to have such good friends?

One More Thing From Our Visit With Geogypsy

A while back, Gaelyn wrote about getting a deal on a pair of cut glass earrings. I admired them when she posted a picture of them on her blog.



When we were up there visiting last week, she gave them to me. I have to say, I adore them. They are clip ons, perfect for me because my ears aren't pierced. My maternal grandmother was from Austria, so I like to think that maybe someone I am related to had a hand in making them, and somehow they made their way to me after all these years.


You just never know. Thank you so much, Gaelyn!

A Visit To Geogypsy, Part II

After we went to the Shrine of St. Joseph, Gaelyn said she wanted us to see another place called Noah's Ark. It is on the same road as the shrine. Of course we said "OK".


At first glance it looks like just a pile of rocks, but there is more to it than that. This is a place of modern day ruins, remnants of a castle that Alessio Carrarro, an Italian immigrant who had made his fortune in sheet metal in San Francisco, started building in the 1950's to entice his wife to come to Arizona to life. She wanted no part of living here, but he believed that if he could build a beautiful castle for her, that she would change her mind. Carrarro was the same guy who designed and built the Tovrea Castle in Phoenix.


It is amazing to think about building those stone walls and mixing all that cement on the steep cliffs, working around the large boulders there. He must have been one determined man.

When we got to the property and parked the truck, no one else was around. I asked Gaelyn if we would get in trouble if we climbed up to the castle, as we were on private property. She said she had been up there before, so up we went. Soon, the owner, Doug Campblin, joined us on the trail. That in itself was the second amazing thing about this place. He said he encourages visitors to Noah's Ark, because it was too unique not to share. He acted like a tour guide and gave us lots of history about the place. He was certainly a very gracious host.


Here's Gaelyn in the doorway of the castle.


Some of the window sashes and the door facings are still there.


This was really a castle, see that turret up there?


Me and FabGrandpa in front of the "octopus".


FabGrandpa surveying his kingdom.

There is our truck waaaayyyyy down there! yes, we really did climb all the way up. (and my legs hurt like heck the next day!)


A view from the top. These rocks are balanced precariously above the houses below.

The elephant. The reason the place is called Noah's Ark, is that there are a lot of large boulders that look like animals here. Someone long ago painted their names on them so you'd be sure to see them.


The bear. He's looking down on the town of Yarnell.


Another view of the castle.


If you ever get to Yarnell, it is well worth the effort and time to visit Noah's Ark. Yarnell is on Highwy 89 between Wickenburg and Prescott, Arizona. And if you get to meet Doug, tell him FabGrandma sent you.

A Visit To Geogypsy, Part I

FabGrandpa had an appointment at the Veteran's Adminisiration Medical Center in Prescott for his yearly physical and bloodwork. Yarnell, where our friend Gaelyn lives, is about half way between where we live and where we were going, so we drove up there the day before his appointment and spent the night.

Before I get into the story of our visit, I will take a moment here to say that everything checked out ok for the Fab guy--his TSH for his thyroid was very good, his blood pressure was good so still no need for blood pressure meds (Dr. Singh, his endocrinologist in Atlanta, told me last year his bp was "borderline" and told me not feed him so much sausage, so we have cut down on it a lot!), no sign of that pesky cancer AT ALL. The did make an appoinment with an optamologist for them to look at his eye, because he has been having some trouble with it, but we think it is because of all the dust in the air out here in the desert. He had the same problem with in Texas. I'll update on that after we see that doc on Thursday.


Ok, where was I? Oh yeah:

The road to Yarnell goes right over that mountain:


At times, it looks like you are going to drive off into the sky:


The two directions of the road go on different paths, with the southbound down the mountain lanes on the upper road, and the northbound up the mountain lanes on the lower road.


This is looking out the window on the passenger side, at the road where we have been. I am glad I don't get car sick:


At the top of the mountain is Yarnell. It is like a littel paradise in the middle of Arizona. After seeing it I can understand why Gaelyn wants to live here in the winter months, even if they get snow from time to time. It is gorgeus. This is the yard between Gaelyn's 5th wheel and Berta's house:


This is the "Little House" where FabGrandpa and I spent the night. It was cozy and very comfortable. Thanks Gaelyn! and Thanks Berta! We really enjoyed our stay, our visit, and the company. We felt so special!


Gaelyn took us on the Grand Tour of Yarnell. This is the yard of one of their neighbors. He has lots of metal sculpture animals there.


One local attraction is the Shrine of St. Joseph. It has several statues of Jesus set amongst the huge rocks. It is a place for quiet meditation. Lots of people visit it.

There are several stone paths and stairways here that you can climb. Or you can just sit in the garden on a bench.

But, the best was yet to come! Check in tomorrow for Noah's Ark....

For Those Who Pray

If you are someone who prays, please keep Charmaine in yours. She has Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia, and has been admitted to Emory Hospital in Atlanta for chemotherapy treatments. It will be a long road.

I don't know Charmaine very well, but she has been a wonderful mentor and friend to my stepdaughter, Becky. She hired Becky to work in her shop when Becky was right out of high school. Charmaine taught Becky many things about doing hair and running a business. When Charmaine was ready to retire, she sold the business to Becky and her friends, Sam and Andy.

I know this is as hard on Becky as it is on Charmaine's family. I know Charmaine was there for Becky when FabGrandpa went through his cancer radiation treatments in 2001. Please go over and show support for Charmaine's family and friends, and if you are so inclined, please add Charmaine and her family to your prayer list.

Thank you.

Book Em', Dano!

After sitting here in the desert with not much to do since the end of December, things are starting to hop here at the Fab household. This week, I received my paperwork from the dream job to fill out for going back to work. I also had to go to Parker, a 100 mile round trip, to get fingerprinted. I had to do this last year, too, and I think it is too funny that I, a gray haired old grandma, has to go to the sheriff's office to get fingerprinted for this job. But off we went to take care of business. While we were there, I also stopped in at the DMV to get the date of birth corrected on my drivers license. So, now after only 40 years, I have a correct drivers license. Yay!

We have booked a room in Imperial Beach for our long awaited vacation at the beach. Yeah, we live in a travel trailer, and camp all the time, so when we do take an "official" vacation, we stay at a motel. This particular place, The Seacoast Inn, is a special place for us. It is where we stayed for our first vacation together in 1994.

We still lived in a house in Georgia at that time, and I was still working at a "real" job. I took 17 days off, and we drove from Atlanta to San Diego and back, spending 5 days at the beach. Our reservation was for a swanky hotel in La Jolla, that said in their brochure that they had a "beach view". Well, they did, IF you stood on your tip toes and leaned over as far to the left as you could, you could see a little bit of sand from the room. I was so disappointed with that.

The first day we were there, we drove down to Imperial Beach, which is where FabGrandpa grew up. And right there on the beach where he spent his childhood, was this incredible little inn, very intimate looking, and quaint. They had been closed for renovations and had just re-opened that day when we showed up. We booked a room there for the remainder of our stay, went back to that crap hole in La Jolla, and moved down there. It was so nice. All I had to do was open my patio door and put my feet into the Pacific sand. This is one of the highlights of our first trip there. I took this picture from our patio:



Then, in 2004, ten years later, we went back for our summer vacation. We emailed all the kids, and gave them a link to the inn's website, and told them, "If you want to come and meet us there, here is the website and the dates we'll be there." Three out of the four of them showed up, and we had so much fun! We went to Old Towne, the San Diego Zoo, downtown San Diego, Tijuana, and just relaxed on the beach. The grunion were running while we were there, and our grandson, Michael, who was 7 at the time, had a blast staying up til 3 in the morning, chasing little fish on the beach with a flashlight. This is my favorite picture from that vacation. It's Michael holding a lobster he and his Dad caught on the pier:


The sad part is, this will probably be the last time we get to stay there. They are tearing it down after this summer, and building a new hotel. I don't know if they are going to rebuild in the same style of little suites with kitchenettes, or not, but I hope so.

Then, as soon as we get back from San Diego, we will be moving. I have made a reservation for a month at a campground on the other side of Wickenburg from where we are now, about umm, maybe 85 miles east of here. The rent is a little cheaper than it is here, and the electricity rate is 11 cents per khw, as opposed to being 18 cents per kwh here. And it is beginning to be hot here: today was 90 degrees. We'll need to run the air conditioner more, so that difference in the electric rate will make a big difference.

We'll also be closer to town. We have enjoyed being in a remote area, but I am ready to be closer in. Being 85 miles from Wal-Mart and 55 miles from a decent grocery store saves you when you need to stay on a budget, but it can get pretty old. Yeah, I said it! I am tired of this place!

Another "booking" I have made is an appointment for FabGrandpa to get his annual physical at the VA Medical Center in Prescott. And to answer the question I know must be on The Original FabGrandpa's, my father-in-law's, mind at this point is "No, there is nothing wrong, he just needs to get his bloodwork done for his thyroid medication." We usually do this at the doctor in Atlanta, but since we didn't go to Atlanta this year, he is going to the VA to take care of that. And because he has never been to this particular VA facility, they are going to do the in depth "intake" physical. Everything from looking down his throat to a finger in the Whooo Hoooo! He should have a lot of fun that day.

So, Prescott is about a two hour drive from where we will be at the time of his appointment. We'll go up and spend the night with Gaelyn of Geogypsy, then go for the day in Prescott. There is a health food store there where I can find some of the things I can eat, as well as my dishwashing liquid.

This last month before starting back to work is going to be busy. I'll probably also do my annual cleaning out of things we don't need. I hate to do it, but it has got to be done. Everything that comes in weighs us down, and we sure don't need too much weight when we go back over those mountains towards Flagstaff!

Rescued From Boredom!

I was lolling about on my bed this afternoon, while talking on the phone with my oldest daughter, Becca, about words--how people use them incorrectly, or pronounce them incorrectly, and how some people use high dollar words when a cheap word would do--in other words, talking about words. The conversation was going somewhere about why in heck anyone would use "consternation'" when "fear" or "panic" would suffice. Yeah, we are word nerds, I guess.

(that's Becca on the left, Emily on the right, with my son, Seth, in the middle)

This whole conversation started because she is preparing for taking the GRE on Saturday, because she is, like, a perpetual student. She had a degree in Fine Arts from the University of Alabama, and went to graduate school at Old Dominion in Norfolk. Now she wants to be a library lady like Parker Posey in Party Girl, so she is going back to school. OK, ok, she wants to get a degree in Library Science, or something like that. She wants to be near books is all I'm saying.

So we were having this great intellectual conversation, with me remembering that when she was four, she, her sister, and I were standing in the kitchen one day. Emily, my youngest, who was three at the time, was putting a on a pretty good temper tantrum. Becca stood there, hands on hips, and said "Emily is certainly being obstinate today." I sort of shook my head in a double take, as she not only pronounced it correctly, she used it correctly in a sentence. At four years old.


Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which startled me, because I don't know anyone out here in the freaking middle of nowhere in the desert who would come calling without calling me first. And there, at the door, we found our friend, Gaelyn, of Geogypsy fame. She had been to Quartzsite to visit some friends there, and to purchase a new slide in camper for her pick-up truck. She stopped by to show it to us. She was very excited, as I would have been if it had been mine.

We went outside to see it, and climbed in to look at the inside. It is a marvelous bargain that she got for $450! Now she can go camping in the desert, or go anywhere her heart takes her without the worry of where to lay her head at night. What freedom!

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing. It was so much fun to catch up with her. Fabgrandpa finally started talking about his hunger, and Gaelyn suggested a restaurant out on I-10 about 8 or so miles away. We said our goodbyes to her, and got ready to go. When we got to the restaurant, guesss who was already there! She said she got to thinking that her cupboard was bare in the new camper, so we got to chat a little more at dinner.

It was so much fun today! We made plans to go up to Yarnell and spend the night with her in about 3 weeks. Can't wait to go!

Nothing To Do

Since I have nothing to do, I have little or nothing to write about. We did go to Wickenburg and eat lunch with some friends last week on Friday.

yes, that is me on the left in the pink sweatshirt. My hair is getting longer. I want it long enough to wear it in a ponytail. Next to me is a new friend, Berta, Gaelyn, the Geogypsy. On the other side of the table is FabGrandpa, Jim and Bev of YmeIsay fame. Food was delish as usual and company was most fun!

We drove over to the gas station to get some propane, and passed by a dairy farm. The dairies here in the desert look a little different from the ones we saw in Pennsylvania, though. They have fans for the cows.



I know they must get a lot of rain here sometimes, because we see these signs everywhere: