Every day, I get to go for a little walk. There are over 80 miles of trails throughout my town of Bozeman. Here is the map of trails in case you are in the area! I plan on checking out every last mile at some point. Right now I like the more open and less bushy trails because the bears are trying to overstuff themselves before hybernating. And I am a tastey treat, lol!
The snow will fall soon. In fact we will have 2 days next week with below 0° temperature. I'm not sure I am ready for that - or the ice. What do you guys do in the winter for exercise. Are you changing anything this year?
Reading the paper, I learned that a fairy village was set up on the Gallagator Trail here in Bozeman, Montana. Oh, how exciting! I couldn't wait to see it. 10 houses made by area artist out of natural items sounded wonderful.
I printed out the map and we were on our way.
On top of getting some exercise and being in nature, each house was a discovery. And then more discoveries, because there were so many elements to each fairy house. I could go everyday and find new things to discover about each house!
If you are in the area, I would highly recommend taking a look. You won't regret it, I promise!
Here is some of what we got to see:
This day began with chores outside the home on the early side because my husband wanted us to both get our oil changes. We planned our grocery store pick up at 9:00 so that we could coordinate the oil changes smoothly.... Only when we got to the oil change service store, they were not open. Their website said 8:00am, but the person there let us know they would not be open until noon.
My husband chose to find another oil changing service station and we would plan what to do then. As I waited forever at grocery pickup, my husband called and told me where he was. I let him know it could be awhile and he said he would walk back to grocery pickup.
A little while later, groceries in the truck, I called Craig. He let me know that he was right at the turn where people often beg for money. I told him, “well, get us some!” We get home and wait for his car to get done to take mine in, but the call doesn’t come before I need to get to my little side hustle of taking care of a wonderful woman with Alzheimer’s for a couple hours each day.
I open the garage door and happily ride my bike with its purple tires down the street to “my lady’s” house. Right when walking in, I get a call from my husband. He is telling me that my dog must have gotten out and that I had not shut the garage door. CRRRAAAAPPPPP! “But oh!”, he says, “I think I see a lady bringing her home. Yes, it’s her!” Oh, thank you baby Jesus!!
It looks like “my lady” is going to be easy today! I go to get the car out and pack up the recyclables. Then I go to get her. She was giving me a little grief about coming out the garage door, but I am thinking how much easier it is than getting her out the door and then the gate of the front door.
Only, when I get her in the car and look out the rear side mirror, I see their dog across the street. I do not want to call it over unless it is FOR SURE their dog, so I go back through the garage and the door is open to the house. CRRRAAAAPPPP! I run out to the driveway and call to him. “Gabby, come on boy!”
That dog just darts into the backyard of one of the houses. I jump in the car and take “my lady” four wheeling down the alley. I see the dog, jump out, open the back door, call to him....And he takes off running again! We chase him all over the block like this until he finds an open garbage can next to someone’s house. I am able to take him by the collar and put him into the back seat.
I get him home, open the back door – and you know what that dog does? It jumps into the front seat on “my lady”. She starts doing this cry – the one where someone takes something away from a toddler and so it does not sound like a pain cry. I decide to get the dog into the house and then do a thorough check on “my lady”. When I get back to car, she is singing a song and seems happy. I tell her, “I think you deserve a Pepsi after all of that”. She said, “yes, I do!” So, we sat in line at McDonalds for a good long time.
We then drove to the trail head that I wanted to walk. On the way, “my lady” said, “Where is everybody?” - meaning her friends (I think). I said they are already there! So, while on our walk, “my lady” talked to EVERYONE walking by. Everyone has always been very understanding when “my lady” starts a conversation but doesn’t finish a sentence lol, and say things back like, “it was nice talking to you” or “have a nice day”.
Upon entering the parking lot after our walk, a woman was standing at the trail head with a cardboard multipack of coffees. Lightning fast, “my lady” grabbed one and said, “Thank you so much!” I took it out of her hand, put it back in the holder, and said, “your coffee is in the car, “my lady”. I apologized to woman with the coffee. She looked a little shocked to say the least.
We arrived back at “my lady’s” house a little after 5. I turned on the news. Usually, this is the hour where “my lady” is running all over the place, but this day, she sat down for a bit. A commercial came on for a local hardware store, and “my lady” asked if we knew any of these people. This was HUGE to me because she did know someone in the commercial and she had to have memory of seeing it before and knowing she knew someone in it. The person we knew was in two frames of the commercial. The second one, he waves. Even when I am at home, I start waving at the first frame my friend is in, and then it is like he is waving back. So, I did the same this night at “my lady’s” house. I ask Terri to wave at our friend, but she does not. She starts clapping. And she continued to clap the rest of the commercial – I think because she was so happy 😊
Now it is time for “my lady” to start her running around and picking up. She goes to her bedroom and brings out a pile of laundry. She neatly flattens out a pair of her husband’s underwear on the middle of the living room rug. Under each leg hole she puts a flattened sock. The undershirt was just a heap above the underwear. IT WAS A PIECE OF ART!! But I did not think her husband would appreciate it for that when he got home (which would be very shortly now).
Apparently, “my lady” agreed when I mentioned this, because she picked up the whole pile and was on her merry way. After a bit, I checked on her. She was in the guest bedroom. The socks and undershirt were nowhere to be found. Neatly on the bedspread laid the underwear.
At this point, I felt somewhat embarrassed, so I did what anybody would do. I took a picture with my phone and sent it to my husband. I asked, “Do I hide it somewhere or do I just act like I never saw it?” I mean, I already must tell on myself that I lost their dog earlier. How much can one woman take?
In the end, I lightly mentioned it. Lol Cannot wait for another adventure with “my lady” tomorrow! – Oh, by the way…. My oil still is not changed.
I am a recently retired small town librarian living the dream in Montana in my boujee yet redneck kind of way. Married to a mining engineer and mother to two wonderful young men.