
I guess the first thing I have to say about what appears to be the main topic here - music - is that I haven't found much variety since I bought my farm and moved to Texas in June. Every time I turn on the radio and search the stations, I primarily get the country music, country rock, or country something. And if it's not country it's just rock, and this includes the doctor's office, shopping, even getting gas for my truck! Ugghh! Not everyone embraces or enjoys country or rock music here because I've seen there are operas and symphonies advertised. But for now, I may have to resort to carrying earplugs just so I can have some peace and quiet when I'm out and about.

As you can tell, I'm just not a fan of country. I may love living in the country on my farm, but it doesn't mean I have to like country music! I have tried in vain to find a station with classical music which happens to be my favorite. I'm hoping it's out there somewhere, but so far I've had no luck. Thank God for CDs! Wonder how they'd enjoy it at the gas station if I cranked up my opera to drown out the twang?

On another note, I moved to Texas to take care of my mother whose health is declining. What I love about Texas is that I can pretty much count on the sunshine. I'm from Washington State where it really does rain about 325 days out of the year. I am beyond sick of rain!

It's great for keeping everything green, but that's about it.
Unless you're a diehard northwesterner who can venture out in 30 degree weather in shorts and a t-shirt (and believe me, I've seen it), and enjoys cranking up the heat in July because it's only about 56 degrees out, or you're one of those who enjoys waiting until the end of August just to mow the lawn that's well over a foot tall because it's been too wet to mow and too warm in winter to stop it from growing, well then you're stuck inside staring out the window at constantly gray, gloomy, drizzly, damp, dreary, depressing weather. You can even have an umbrella-holder permanently attached to your hip so you're always prepared for the inevitable drizzle! Or, if you're the true northwesterner you just walk around looking like a drowned rat viewing the rest of us umbrella-carriers as a bunch of whiners.
The chickens don't come out of the coop unless you provide them with rain gear. And as you may or may not know, goats are convinced they'll melt if just a few drops of rain land on them, so they definitely don't venture out. If you want to see and enjoy your animals you have to go to the barn in hip-waders and a parka and mits the size of boxing-gloves and just hang out. Be careful with the goats, though, because if they haven't seen you in that winter/summer garb for awhile, you may be butting heads with them until they figure out it's you. Bringing treats may help alleviate the tension.
The little dogs have to be drop-kicked out the door (not literally, of course) - because they just got dry and warmed up from their last trip outside to "take care of business". All of the dogs have to be toweled off unless you enjoy a mud trail through the house. There's a saying from the Seattle area: People in Seattle don't tan - they rust! You better believe it! And I have the rust to prove it!!!
I love being able to go outside here in Texas pretty much any time I want, including when it's raining because it's still warm!

I'd rather sweat any day than freeze.