For the last couple weeks, I've been spending the day at the cabin on Mondays, my day off.....I spend alot time on the porch swing, hearing the breeze rustling through the treetops, hearing birds, bugs....and watching the beautiful cows moving in the field across the lane.
JUNE 10, 1998: I printed out a picture of a beautiful outhouse, gave the picture to our friend, Roger, and he built us a beautiful new one. Richard says it is the "mother of all outhouses!"
JUNE 19, 1998: Justin and Lindsey (our grandchildren) came down to spend the night with us. We grabbed Chicken McNuggets and headed out to the cabin. They loved it and spent the evening roaming the property. LINDSEY WAS THE VERY FIRST TO TRY OUT THE NEW OUTHOUSE. I told her I'd make that a matter of record!
JUNE 25, 1998: Our youth group from church came to the cabin to campout for the night.
JUNE 26, 1998: Amanda (my daughter) and her daughter, Morgan (2-1/2 yrs) came down to spend the night. After church on the 27th, we grabbed a pizza and headed out to the cabin for the afternoon. The rain was moving in, and I was anxious to hear the rain pelting the tin roof........as we entered the cabin (it's a little dark and musty right now), Morgan said, "Mamaw, I don't like this place." But she was soon playing and running through the yard, enjoying her Mamaw's "catabin", as she calls it.
JULY 1, 1998: The heat has been unbearable, so I haven't spent too much leisure time at the cabin....JUST TOO HOT!....although one night, I did go out to fix a nice dinner for Richard. It consisted of Polish Sausage, beautifully grilled on my handy-dandy George Forman Grill! And fried potatoes, seasoned with rosemary, and steamed vegetables, prepared in my new steamer. Also garlic bread toasted on my GF grill.....actually, a very tasty meal.
I prepared Richard's dish and mine, and joined him on the porch for a candlelit dinner.....as I sat there, something caught my eye when I glanced into the kitchen.
There, walking across my "kitchen" floor, was a mother 'possom with a baby on her back......I gasped, and said, "RICHARD, THERE IS A POSSOM IN THE KITCHEN!"
The Preacher bounded off the porch and landed in the front yard under a tree.....she apparently she had made a home in the kitchen cabinet, and had been there long before we took residence. I eased myself into the kitchen, and she hunkered down in the corner. We kept an eye on each other as I did the dishes. I'd smile at her and she'd "smile" at me....We decided to make a hasty retreat, but left the cabin door open, just in case she wanted to leave.
We talked to some fellas at the church about how to handle this problem, and one of them said, "If you just tap her on the head, she'll sull up". Well, that was a new one on us.....what he meant was he'd "play possum"....kinda roll up and play dead, then you could scoop her up in a shovel, take her out and deposit her in the woods. Preacher said he wasn't tapping any possom on the head, so this fella, Mike, said he'd come and help. But by the time they got there the next day, she and her baby/babies were gone. They located a spot in the chinking where she been getting in, and boarded it up, so we haven't seen hide nor hair of her since.
NOVEMBER 16, 1999: I haven't made any recent entries into the Cabin Journal, because my little computer just couldn't handle it and it was such a slow process. BUT, I'm proud to announce that I am now the proud owner of a beautitul, state-of-the-art brand-spankin'-new computer, with all the 'bells and whistles', so now I'll be doing alot of updating to my website. So please check back occasionally to what's happening at "Mamaw's Little Cabin" in the woods. That's what my granddaughter, Amara, calls it. Click here to go to page 3
