Thursday, July 30, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
Nary a meltdown or ensuing argument since the return home. Sometimes, a strike is a good thing.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
I have been glued to the computer screens this week, analyzing data. My first draft of results and discussion is due....tomorrow! I have been glad of two things this week: that the University of Texas at Arlington required us to take a full semester course dedicated to qualitative research, and that I have dual monitors, which is so efficient when one needs several documents open at the same time. It is good to be married to a computer genius. I used to secretly snicker at R and J (the son who is also a computer genius) for having 2, 3, 5, or more monitors. If I had a bigger desk, I would get a third one! I am almost done with all the coding, trending, patterning, aggregation, meaning-making, interpretation, triangulating, fact-checking, reviewing, reflexivity, linking and so on and so on and so on, and ready to start writing up the results (what the data tells me/us) and the discussion (what it means and what we need to do with it). I love playing in the midst of words, trying to make sense of them.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Mama Callie is most likely what is called a "tortie" (tortoiseshell) which is a brindle coat with patches of red, brown or black, chocolate, cream or cinnamon. They are allegedly "sassy" with some Tortitude. The true calico generally has lots of white.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
I am in Jackson for the NASW board meeting today and decided to come down yesterday afternoon and spend the night. I am getting to be such a sissy about getting up early to drive for 2 1/2 hours in the early morning to make a meeting, even one that thoughtfully starts at only 10 a.m. I had a bit of research to finish in Jackson on the New Deal work, so I arrived late afternoon, and worked on the paper part of research until time for the 5 pm traffic to subside, plus, some of that hot afternoon heat to cool a bit.
At 7, I headed toward downtown, and yes, thoughtfully, the streets were pretty much deserted. I could hear live music booming from somewhere up the block, though I could not see it. It reminded me, though, that I love the city and miss the things a city provides. Yes, I love my little Taylor hillside, and yes, there is live music in Oxford, but something about being in The City makes it seem so much more funky and urban...probably because it is urban!
Bold and powerful strength standing watch over the emptying downtown, assuring us of continuance on the morrow...
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Texas and Southwestern Cattle Raisers Association: To Honor and Protect the Ranching Way of Life, was founded February 15-16, 1877, at the courthouse in Graham. Forty area cattlemen established the group under the name of the Stock-Raisers' Association of North-West Texas to fight cattle theft. Their mission:
Protecting the stewards of land and livestock in the Southwest. (texascattleraisers.org)
The Jacksboro Frontier Echo reports the proceedings of the Stock Men's Convention at that place under the caption, "Fun for the Cow Boys," but the proceedings seem to have been of a serious character and evince a determination on the part of the stock-raisers to protect their property and see that the laws are enforced. The principal business of the meeting, however, was declared to be to devise plans for the most speedy and economical way of rounding up and getting together cattle, those present agreeing to work for the interest of each other and for the good of the cattle-raising business generally throughout the county, and to gather all cattle in their respective ranges belonging to persons in other localities, and hold the same in readiness for the owners at such times and places as are specified in the proceedings. This system of co-operation seems to be well calculated to promote the interests of stock-raisers. (The Galveston Daily News, April 13, 1877, p. 3)
Stockraisers of Western Texas are going to have a meeting in Corpus Christi on the twentieth of July. Their object is to take some action in regard to fraudulent branding and stealing of stock. This evil is now regarded as great...How demoralizing has been the stock business in Texas. (The Austin Weekly Statesman, July 19, 1877, p. 2)
In 1893, the organization was renamed Cattle Raisers Association of Texas and cattlemen from another regional association joined. The current name was adopted in March 1921, when they merged with the Panhandle and Southwestern Stockmen's Association founded in 1880 by Charles Goodnight, one of the founders of the Goodnight-Loving Trail. Their special rangers became peace officers in 1893. (Texas and Southwestern Cattle Raisers Association).
In 1943 the secretary of agriculture had made the association the brand-inspection agency for Texas cattle, a responsibility that significantly expanded its operations. In 1966 mechanization of the mammoth TSCRA brand records was initiated. Machine were installed that quickly transcribed and record brand inspection information received daily form inspectors at markets throughout Texas. Inspection records relating to missing or stolen cattle could also be retrieved speedily from the brand files. This mechanization was a great aid to association inspectors and other law enforcement officers in the detection and apprehension of cattle thieves and was regarded as one of the most significant strides in this field in many years. (Larry Marshall, T. C. Richardson, and Dick Wilson, "TEXAS AND SOUTHWESTERN CATTLE RAISERS ASSOCIATION," Handbook of Texas Online (http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/ant01), accessed July 12, 2015. Uploaded on June 15, 2010. Published by the Texas State Historical Association.)
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
My mother loves pajamas. She has so many pairs of new pajamas with the tags still on them that it prompted me once to tell her I thought that was a sin. Yes, I, the liberal black sheep of the family used the sin word to my mama. About like it does most people, it did not phase her; apparently, we can justify our own sins much easier while condemning others, but, hey, that is a whole other story and out of line with the post. I took her to Walmart and of course, as Walmart does, they hung all the enticing stuff on the end of the row so you had to go past it to get to the milk and eggs. She stopped her cart. "Oh, look at those pajamas. Aren't they pretty?" Yes, they are. She looked wistfully at me. "But I don't need them, do I?" We have been working with Mom about not being so wasteful with the money for things that are not at all needed. No, ma'am, you really don't. You have pajamas in the drawer that you have never worn, with the price tags still on them. "I know." We went on to collect our groceries and pay out.
Yesterday when I finished the chores in the house, I had to go to Walmart to pick up wrapping paper and ribbons so I could wrap my sister's birthday present and leave it for her. I bought a pretty colored bag and tissue paper in addition, and the pajamas Mom had admired. Then, I picked up a corresponding pair in the same design for myself. I gave them to her, put on mine, and said, "Let's do a selfie in our new pajamas!" I had to try several to get us both in the picture. At one point, she said, "Just get Diane to take it." MOM! Then it's not a selfie!
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
After cleaning up my tools, I managed to take some ibuprofen and eat a few bites of potatoes and fresh garden squash, then sat on the opposite--still not stained!--deck and drink a glass of iced tea. I looked out at the green of the yard and the pasture, the green trees, feeling thankful for all the recent rain. I had taken Mom over to the bank in Newcastle (where they have had their account since we lived there when I was a child) and we marveled at how the two Graham lakes are full--back to capacity for the first time in years.
On my list this morning was another outside paint job, an outside plumbing repair, and more mowing in Rio's corral and the yard. Those tasks will not likely be completed now, though I may have to just pull on those rubber boots and dad's flannel barn coat with the hoodie and tackle that plumbing job anyway. Some things just can't wait.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
|Sis and her grandson, waiting for the fireworks in Gunnison|
|Tristan driving the 4-wheeler in the mountains|
I on the other hand, am just hoping for a calm and quiet day where I can get a few more things crossed off the "to do" list. I have amazed myself with all I have accomplished, and that I have moved forward and upward in my caregiving skills this trip--doing things I have not done before, but with a calmness and peacefulness and sense of competence. I am in a newfound place, and it reminds me of how important it is to support people where they are in the developmental process, and that most of us, most of the time, do the best that we can with what we know and the skills we possess.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
I was right. The small lip on the table edge is exactly the height of the lap top when it sits in the "tray" and thus, gives me a wrist-rest which is sooooo comfortable. Oh, happy day!