May 4, 2013 by genelup
We call our two side-by-side cabins on three wooded lots “Ponderosa Pines.” Huge Ponderosa pines and oaks shade our property. Bears have walked between our cabins. Raccoons come out at night, and deer and wild turkeys are in the forest across the street. Blue jays, squirrels and red-faced woodpeckers live in our trees year-around.
My wife: Wiffy — I’ve called her that from early in our marriage 40 years ago. It’s a term of endearment. I have outgrown probably a dozen or more blue-denim jeans. Wiffy takes them and makes beautiful denim purses. So, for me getting fat is not all that bad. Something beautiful comes out of me getting a potbelly.
Me: The Old Man — spent 46 years living on the desert floor, and now a newbie Mountain Man. Loves fishing in nearby lakes. And growing organic vegetables that’s free from chemicals. Maybe I should be called Health Nut. Refuses to eat frozen foods and packaged goods full of preservatives, sodium, artificial colors and flavors — all that cancer-causing crap.