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Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Welcome Back!

For Christmas of 2012 we had an addition to our family, a wonderful pig!  Fisher Hobbs came to join our family!  A talented, meteorological pig, Mr. Hobbs was useful as well as decorative.  Unfortunately, the weather he was so good at reporting was also rather hard on him.  After only a year outside decorating the yard and reporting the weather, his finish was really showing some wear.  So when fall came around, in order to protect his finish, he went in the basement so it wouldn't get any worse.  That was quite the effort; he is made of cement, you will recall.  So, because he was so heavy, it got really easy to just leave him down there; hauling that little pig up those stairs was quite the effort.  The little porker is roughly 17" x 13" x 8" but in that compact shape he weighs 62 pounds.  Actually, I was surprised that was all.  It felt like more than that to me.  But the scale said only 62 pounds.  I'm not sure what kind of paint Erdbeere used when she first painted him but he was looking pretty sad when we brought him in.    
 Definitely showing some wear.   
But a close inspection showed it was just peeling and flaking paint, not damage to the cement.  So, after all these years, I decided it was time to spruce him up and get him back outside.  Ugh.  That meant getting serious about getting him back up those stairs.  Unfortunately, our summer last year ended up a little crazy and the oinker never made it up the stairs that year.  Had to wait until the next summer, this summer.

The first step was hauling the 62 pound porker back up the stairs.
It was actually Brombeere who brought Mr. Hobbs back up the stairs.  We had been talking about it one morning and then she suddenly appeared with him in the kitchen.  I was a little surprised.  

Once upstairs, he found a new purpose: holding down a rug we had on the deck.  The wind was forever trying to lift and move the rug across the deck but Mr. Hobbs put an end to that.  The pig's got skills!
Mr. Hobbs spent the rest of the summer on the deck, doing a mighty fine job of holding that rug down and keeping it mostly in place.  Before he went to work the wind actually blew the rug clear off the deck a time or two.  But never again, as long as Mr. Hobbs was on the job.
Another thing Mr. Hobbs did, as he was busy holding down the rug, was constantly catch our attention.  After so many years of having a dog around and letting them out the back door for potty breaks, we kept seeing Mr. Hobbs, as we'd walk through the kitchen, standing by the door.  It kept making us think we needed to let the dog back in; that's just how all the dogs have always done it: stand by the back door and wait.

Mr. Hobbs didn't get his make-over this year.  We've already had snow and the temperatures are low enough now that nobody wants to spend the time outside painting in the cold.  Besides, most paint likes to be applied when it's warmer.
The snow melted off pretty quick but still, winter has arrived and warm days would be unexpected at this point. While he will spend the winter outdoors, faithfully reporting the weather, he will not get painted this year.  That will have to wait until next year after it gets warm again.  Good thing he's a patient little pig.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Spring Has Sprung!

Today it seemed like a very nice day for working in the yard so we consulted with Mr Hobbs, our weather pig, who concurred.  So Brombeere did a little bit of weed work in the flower bed and then it was on to the serious stuff.
The plan this year was to take out the landscaping fabric that has been lurking under our garden space since we bought the place a few years ago.  The people we bought the house from had used this space as a play area so they had the landscaping fabric under some bark.  Then we bought the place and decided we wanted to use the space for a garden.  We left the fabric in place for a few years and kind of gardened and composted on top of it.  That worked pretty well and kept the weeds down for a few years.  But this year it was time for the fabric to go.  Mossbeere and his family have been here visiting for a few days and he was getting restless so we put him to work.  First, survey the battle field and plan the attack. 

Then to work.  We actually haven't ever planted the whole space into garden before so some of the area had gone to sod as the grass crept under the timbers marking the space.  So that had to come out too. Lots of sod.
So shaking the dirt out of the sod, pulling up the long strips of fabric. Hauling it off.  Good thing it was still fairly early in the day.  Wasn't a real hot day but the sun was out and shining on the two of them.  Lots of work getting done   It was cool.  The compost pile that has been out there got thoroughly turned over, the fabric is all gone and the neighbor volunteered to let us use his tiller so its looking very good.
And all that work was supervised by le Mutt.  Pretty fine. 

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Christmas Vacation

This Christmas holiday has been good, for the most part. Well, if you overlook the fact that nearly all of us got sick during the vacation its been good. Schwartzbeere was sick just before the school vacation started but swears it wasn't what the rest of us got. I guess he doesn't want to get blamed for bringing it into the house. Can't say as I blame him. But if it wasn't him then it was me. Anyway, wherever it came from, we got sick. Be that as it may, it was still a good holiday. I had to go in one day because I ran out of vacation time but that wasn't bad. Its usually very quiet between Christmas and New Years. And by the time I went in I was feeling better enough that it wasn't so bad. 
So Christmas morning we got to sleep in later than the kids used to let us. This year it was just the kids who still live at home that were here. The rest were off doing their own thing or visiting the other side of their families for Christmas. Got to share, I guess. So we got up around 7:30 am and opened presents. With just the few of us it didn't take all morning like it has some Christmas mornings.



Everyone got stuff that made them smile.  Then there was goodies the rest of the day.  Food on Christmas at our house is "do-it-yourself".  Plenty of stuff, healthy and otherwise, to choose from but you're on your own.
 
Because we were all sick at one time or the other we really didn't go out and "do" anything.  Just stayed around the house.  We got a few new movies for Christmas so we watched a bunch of those, played games and just talked.  Actually, it was all kind of nice.
 
And Mr Hobbs nailed it again.  Snow; a white Christmas.  You just can't beat a good, reliable weather pig. He is in this picture, just kind of hard to see.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

National Pig Day

Today is National Pig Day.  Started in 1972 by two school teachers, it is a day to accord the pig its rightful, though generally unrecognized, place as one of man's most intellectual and domesticated animals.  Mr Hobbs celebrated by remaining domesticated and continuing his service as our weather pig.  As you can see, it snowed yesterday. The rest of us would have celebrated with pork ribs but we forgot to get any in advance of the day.  Maybe next year.  This year?  Probably pizza.  Pepperoni is a pork product, right?

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Mr Hobbs, the Meteorologist

Mr Hobbs, it turns out, is a talented pig.  A weather pig, to be exact.  See, he can tell weather.
When he's dry, its clear and sunny.  When its hard to see him, its night.  When he's wet its raining.  When he's got snow on him, like today, its snowing.  When its light but hard to see him, it foggy.  Yep, a talented pig, that Mr Hobbs.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Oink

We have a new decoration at our house.  A pig (Sus scrofa domesticus) has come to stay with us. An Essex Saddleback pig, to be exact.  Niiiiiiiice.  I like him.  Yes, we're going to call it a "him" pig.  Because I want to.  Now I've got to figure out a name for him.  I had the perfect name but he turns out to be the wrong breed so we'll keep looking.  Maybe we'll call him Mr. Hobbs.  Yeah, I like that.  Mr. Hobbs, it is.  Full name is Mr. Fisher Hobbs.
This pig's journey to our house is fun.  After years of going about life and seeing the various things people decorate their yards with I came to the conclusion that the only thing I'd really feel comfortable with in my yard was a cement pig.  Over the last several years I've made this comment a few times and I guess people were listening.  Last summer Brombeere happened to see one for sale at an antique shop.  So she got it.  It was pretty sad looking so she enlisted Erdbeere's help and snuck it to her while everybody but me was looking.  Erdbeere took it home, cleaned it up and painted it.  Then, when she came back up here for Christmas she brought it with and they put it under the tree.  Well, not actually under the tree, but behind my chair, which was right next to the tree.  And enough out of sight that I didn't even realize it was there until Christmas morning when a couple of the boys carried it out from behind the chair and gave it to me.  Pretty cool, uh?  So he sat in our living room for a few days so he could be admired.  Then the boys moved him outside.  Cool.   I like him.