More History . . . A Different Perspective . . . Part 2
Hi!
This is Eric again,
You know, the Eric from Eric and Cheri's Farm!
When last we spoke, I left you standing in the middle of a small town in Brevard county called Rockledge, though you didn't realize it at the time. I had just finished telling you the story of how I was convinced that a Herd of horses is what I wanted. This is the story of how my life was turned into a sixties sit-com.
So, Here I am, living on a quarter acre lot in a home thats just not big enough for all of my hobbies, much less those of my sweetheart!
What to do? What to do?
Oh, let me tell you, we had great plans!
Pay off the debt! . . buy some property! . . build the perfect house! . . find the perfect horse! . . breed perfect mini-ausies! Oh, what a life it was going to be! I could hardly wait!
First, the house was going to have a big theater with stadium seating with a full THX compliant sound and projection system! Next, the house was going to be completly wired and 'smart', including the 'smart' dumb-butler I was going to design and build from scratch. Imagine, I had a WHOLE HOUSE to tinker with! Cheri wanted a house done in a Gothic style with a kitchen she could feed 200 with, but hey, that worked with at least two of our hobbies! We were going to have a three car garage with ample space for all of the various hobbies we had collected! I could hardly wait!
Blackroot Estates! I could hardly wait!
Then we got the debt payed off! . .
and Cheri found the 'girls'! . hey wait . and oh how pretty they are! . wait just a minute . and it was a deal we couldn't pass up! . I said wait . except that I knew that the City of Rockledge just wouldn't understand us keeping two Percheron/Appaloosa crosses, each 17 hands tall and spotted like dalmatians, in our back yard! . wait . so we had to find a new place to live! . wait . with at least five acres! . wait . with an existing, non-gothic non-wired non-smart ok theres a big kitchen but no room to unpack my books house! . wait . and had to sell the house in Rockledge! . wait . and pack up 15 years worth of accumulation! . whimper . . .
Did I mention that I have lived in a city, or what passed for cities where we lived, all my life? Do you remember that old television show with Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor? Green Acres? Guess which character I can identify with the most . . . at least as far as leaving that city life. I mean, its not like I wear womens clothing, yet, but its almost an hour drive to the nearest Barnes and Noble! But where she goes, there goes I . . . Its off to the farm for us!
I visited a farm once. It was my grandfathers. Grandpa Smith. Besides raising future mommies and daddies (well my daddy, or Dad, in particular), he rasied cows. I met one of his cows once. It was one of those viscious child-eating/cud-chewing yearling types that sometime excaped from the cow pasture and then snuck up on poor unsuspecting 5 year olds who had never before seen a live honest to god not sizzleing on the grill cow before. Oh the horror! Imagine the damage to that young psyche!
I still think the best place for a cow is sizzleing on the grill. Did I tell you that the house and the property came with a cow? I'll have to fix that . . .
A full five acres, but somehow, we missed out on a driveway. Hmmmm, we'll have to fix that . . .
There's a camel barn, now if we can just put up a fence to house the horses in! Oh by the way, have I bragged yet about how much fence line I have put up in my lifetime so far? No, thats becuase I have put up exactly NONE so far. I guess I'll have to fix that huh!
But hey, we did get a tractor as part of the deal! Yuh know, I have all the testosterone coursing through my veins to feel the instinctive pull of the tractor . . . the primitave call of all that savage power harnessed through the machine, all geared toward the destructions of that which passes beneath its wheels! All that, and yet I have all of the city born and bred upbringing to have absolutly NO CLUE how to use the machine. Thats ok, my sweetheart has promissed to show me how one day!
This is enough for today, so I'll wrap it up by saying the adventure is well underway, and despite the odd I take while writing, I am right where I need to be . . . beside my sweetheart!
Eric the Not-so-Confused
This is Eric again,
You know, the Eric from Eric and Cheri's Farm!
When last we spoke, I left you standing in the middle of a small town in Brevard county called Rockledge, though you didn't realize it at the time. I had just finished telling you the story of how I was convinced that a Herd of horses is what I wanted. This is the story of how my life was turned into a sixties sit-com.
So, Here I am, living on a quarter acre lot in a home thats just not big enough for all of my hobbies, much less those of my sweetheart!
What to do? What to do?
Oh, let me tell you, we had great plans!
Pay off the debt! . . buy some property! . . build the perfect house! . . find the perfect horse! . . breed perfect mini-ausies! Oh, what a life it was going to be! I could hardly wait!
First, the house was going to have a big theater with stadium seating with a full THX compliant sound and projection system! Next, the house was going to be completly wired and 'smart', including the 'smart' dumb-butler I was going to design and build from scratch. Imagine, I had a WHOLE HOUSE to tinker with! Cheri wanted a house done in a Gothic style with a kitchen she could feed 200 with, but hey, that worked with at least two of our hobbies! We were going to have a three car garage with ample space for all of the various hobbies we had collected! I could hardly wait!
Blackroot Estates! I could hardly wait!
Then we got the debt payed off! . .
and Cheri found the 'girls'! . hey wait . and oh how pretty they are! . wait just a minute . and it was a deal we couldn't pass up! . I said wait . except that I knew that the City of Rockledge just wouldn't understand us keeping two Percheron/Appaloosa crosses, each 17 hands tall and spotted like dalmatians, in our back yard! . wait . so we had to find a new place to live! . wait . with at least five acres! . wait . with an existing, non-gothic non-wired non-smart ok theres a big kitchen but no room to unpack my books house! . wait . and had to sell the house in Rockledge! . wait . and pack up 15 years worth of accumulation! . whimper . . .
Did I mention that I have lived in a city, or what passed for cities where we lived, all my life? Do you remember that old television show with Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor? Green Acres? Guess which character I can identify with the most . . . at least as far as leaving that city life. I mean, its not like I wear womens clothing, yet, but its almost an hour drive to the nearest Barnes and Noble! But where she goes, there goes I . . . Its off to the farm for us!
I visited a farm once. It was my grandfathers. Grandpa Smith. Besides raising future mommies and daddies (well my daddy, or Dad, in particular), he rasied cows. I met one of his cows once. It was one of those viscious child-eating/cud-chewing yearling types that sometime excaped from the cow pasture and then snuck up on poor unsuspecting 5 year olds who had never before seen a live honest to god not sizzleing on the grill cow before. Oh the horror! Imagine the damage to that young psyche!
I still think the best place for a cow is sizzleing on the grill. Did I tell you that the house and the property came with a cow? I'll have to fix that . . .
A full five acres, but somehow, we missed out on a driveway. Hmmmm, we'll have to fix that . . .
There's a camel barn, now if we can just put up a fence to house the horses in! Oh by the way, have I bragged yet about how much fence line I have put up in my lifetime so far? No, thats becuase I have put up exactly NONE so far. I guess I'll have to fix that huh!
But hey, we did get a tractor as part of the deal! Yuh know, I have all the testosterone coursing through my veins to feel the instinctive pull of the tractor . . . the primitave call of all that savage power harnessed through the machine, all geared toward the destructions of that which passes beneath its wheels! All that, and yet I have all of the city born and bred upbringing to have absolutly NO CLUE how to use the machine. Thats ok, my sweetheart has promissed to show me how one day!
This is enough for today, so I'll wrap it up by saying the adventure is well underway, and despite the odd I take while writing, I am right where I need to be . . . beside my sweetheart!
Eric the Not-so-Confused
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