The funny thing about myself is that I seem to not ever be able to say, "no, I cannot help you".  

This September will be three years since Julie and I got together. Sometime this June or July, the car blew up and has been in several shops. The man responsible was unreachable today, knowing we were coming in hopes of getting the car back, among other things. In the beginning of August, last year, her/our house burned down which caused for us to rehome all of our livestock- laying hens, turkeys, horses, to other farms. Jake was sold, as was Maggie- she loved him. Jake was a barrel racer and very handsome. Maggie was never trained for much more than riding. There were also three small ponies- Punkin, Abbie, and Champ.

One of my favorite chores was tending these creatures. Brushing them out was enjoyable, especially talking to them while I did so. I always spoke to them, sometimes playing guitar or harmonica for them. They would come storming in at night when I went out to feed them some grain! Jake and Maggie would wrestle back and forth between feed troughs- eager to try to hog food from both of them. The ponies would do the same until everyone found a place to be. 

Abbie was the bitch of the bunch- always pissed off but I could never get to the exact reason why. She seems to feel like she was the queen of the farm since she was there first! Champ was bullied all the time by Jake, and Maggie was always fawning over Jake. She wouldn't be out of sight of him at any given time. If you tried to take him somewhere she would have a fit.  Punkin was meek and sweet, having an orange coat that gave her the name. Well, Champ and Punkin are at aunt Diane's. He's out in a sectioned off piece of pasture/corral for himself but punkin is tucked in a pen inside the barn. Punkin belongs to Peyton- Julies granddaughter. Funny thing is, I keep observing the fact that she has very, very little  interest or concern for Punkin, especially since I inquire as to when she has been out there and even visited let alone done any sort of caretaking in the least! (Deep breath)

The deal was to sell the horses, I guess. Now Jake and Maggie have been separated completely and sold. Abbie has just had a foal, and re-impregnated for another, back to back. Julie has had no money forwarded or even been included in the decision to breed Abbie (so much at that). Julie is being taken advantage of.

Bimbo has the flock, next door, where he has a fairly large operation going. Cows, calves, horses, chickens and ducks, guinea hens, dogs, pigs...and coons. As sad as I am to lose over a dozen chickens and four turkeys, I assume them to belong to him since he's been feeding them. I expect and ask for nothing. We're going to see if he is interested in buying the property BUT today I hear Julie mention how she has to discuss it with her mother... AFTER having purchased it from the family! Seems odd but whatever.

So, the house burns down. There are items in whats left of the building that need to be removed and salvaged for their value! One of those items is a brand new pellet stove that holds three bags of pellets. It cost more than six hundred bucks. I have been begging people to get it out and put it in the garage but not one person responds. Jennifer bought a hospital bed, also in the house, using her grandmothers money no doubt but does nothing to have the bed removed and resold! There's much more. 

We end up having to come back for a Dr appointment for Julie- a doctor she wants to keep, and always travel to. There are other motives- to see the grandkids. My goal is to check on the property and do something that needs to be done there but we can never go and do something. This time I insist on getting something handled there, like salvage the stove. Planning it out, I put a call in to Eddie. He agrees to help, after some subliminal guilting, showing up and waiting for me. I am late because the wind was messing up my hair as I began the trip. Scrambling to get the windows up, a/c adjusted, and fix my hair- I end up speeding 13 over as I am hitting the end of 35 mph and the beginning of 55 mph. Cop gets me- sitting right there where he always sets! I calmly explain I am in the process of getting my license back, and just limping over to check on the farm disaster while grandma visits here daughter and two grand daughters. $375 fine later, Julie meets me there to drive us to the farm. Now, here I am one year later, finally saving an expensive stove- now rusty, tattered...and probably will only yield 150 bucks in the end. I am pissed! Huge losses all the way around- property included! I am sickened but astonished that a man finally presents himself to me, and offers me what seemed to be a heartfelt apology for having screwed me over on a construction job, where my name was included in a lawsuit which caused me to lose all of my tools that I bought specifically to save the day on this job! All I end up with is an 1900 dollar diesel truck that I end up getting more than three grand for, only to end up drinking it in the end- no thanks to the friends I have in my new village. Oh my goodness, that takes me to where the new nightmare begins....Hawkshire Manor!!!