Amazon's Author Page

If you've enjoyed this blog over the years... or even if you're new to it... I am now a published author.  I just set up my author's page on Amazon.  It can be found at

https://www.amazon.com/author/davegibson 

It is still a work in process. but it has the links to my books, both paperback and Kindle.

If you read and enjoy the books, I'd appreciate a four or five star review.  If you didn't like the books, it is not possible to leave a review.

Dawn, and the Old Goat Fence and Deck Company

My buddy Gib was telling me about a side job he got to repair an acquaintance's horse fence.  Since Gib does so many things for Pam and I, I offered to give him a hand, gratis.   We finished that job, and were referred to another, one in which I would be paid, as well as our friend Hank.

We were to start on a certain week.  Luckily, I had just gotten out of the hospital, but Hank we in.  We had to postpone for a week.  Not an auspicious start.

It was the dawn of a new day (I love that cliche').

This is the ranch, here in Florida.

We were working and Gib said "I have a name for our business.  The Old Goat Fence Company".

I added a motto.  "If we ain't in the hospital, we show up!"

Well, the owner seemed pleased with his fence and asked us about building a deck.  We are now "The Old Goat Fence and Deck Company".   Same motto.  We not be the fastest workers, but we're diligent.  This is our mascot.

We only work from 7 to noon.  After  that, it is simply too hot.  We also take a couple of breaks to cool down.  Hey, if we wind up in the hospital, we ain't workin'.  

The current project...

Not bad for guys in their 60s.  And the exercise is great.  I've never enjoyed gyms, so this is perfect.

A Laid Back Life in Florida

This is a typical day for retired folk in Florida, and when Pamela has a day off.

When it's 90 degrees, you swim and drink beer.

Cleaning the Goat Pen,and Ruby Ain't Happy

Today was the day that Pamela announced she was cleaning a foot of bedding out of the goat pen.  It is now the rainy season, and it was getting nasty in there.  I did my part by running around the yard with a manure rake, scooping up dog poop.  Yep, with four good sized dogs, it doesn't take long.

The first step was to release the Krak...um.. the goats, Amos n' Andy.

Our friend Gib could use the old bedding for his compost pile for his garden next year.  Pam had him pull up next to the pen so she could toss the old bedding right in the truck bed.

If Ruby, our protective female pitbull, doesn't understand what's happening, she makes her displeasure known.

But when she realized there was no danger, the loading of the bedding was allowed to proceed.  Two truck loads worth.

Pam also put the plywood roof back up.  The goats had knocked it down, and the next few days are forecast to be rainy.  Thank gawd.

The burn ban is off in Marion County, so I was also able to torch that today.  Baby steps, but it's progress.

Momma's Home!

Pamela went to the Keys with friends for four days.  This is the dogs when she got home.

I think they were happy to see her.

Yesterday's photos.  Florida hardly sucks at all.

The look of joy on his face is priceless.

My First Sasquatch Sighting

I saw my first Sasquatch tonight.

Pamela and I lived with them all around our cabin for three years in upstate New York. Pamela saw her buddy, but I never saw one. Never. My rationale was that you don't see one unless it allows you too, or simply doesn't care that you do.

Well, I was returning from a book signing at Winter Haven, Florida with author Scott Marlowe. Pamela was tending bar at the Pig Pen in Hog Valley, so I was driving down Hog Valley Road, which passes through the Ocala National Forest. I was tired and pretty much on auto pilot. It was dark. I was driving through a desolate part of the road. On my left was what looked like taillights, bright red. But this area is as flat as a pancake, and these lights were high off the ground. I slowed down to see what it was as I passed. The red lights weren't red lights at all. It was eye shine, anywhere from eight to ten feet off the ground. As I slowly passed it, the eyes followed me. My high beams caught it. It was a Sasquatch. He was simply standing there watching me drive by. He didn't bolt. He didn't run. He didn't duck. He just stood there. My jaw dropped and my brain disconnected. I drove to the Pig Pen, my brain still disconnected. I sat in the car thinking. I'm not afraid of Sasquatch. Why didn't I stop, back up, and turn a bit to shine my headlights directly on it? I don't know why. It was like being in shock or something.

I looked for it on my drive home. Nothing.

So I lived with them all around in New York for three years. They ran around the cabin, knocked on the walls and windows, and hollered outside. I never saw one. But driving in Hog Valley, one just stood there. Nice as you please. Amazing.