Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Eating healthy?

If you are interested in healthy eating, check out this site, Purely Primal.  The recipes are not complicated and they taste wonderful!  The posting today has recipes for: Grilled Salmon with Coconut Dijon Sauce, Cool Cucumber Avocado Dressing and Fried Turkey Tenders with Mushroom Wine Sauce.

Warning!  There are no processed foods in the recipes!  They cook with lots of vegetables, grass-fed and free-range meat, wild-caught fish, dairy, a little fruit and lots of herbs and spices.

Photo - Purely Primal    

I am planning to make the Grilled Salmon tonight.  I have all the ingredients but the salmon and the coconut flour.  The side dishes are mashed cauliflower and a salad along the Cool Cucumber Avocado Dressing. 

Monday, January 30, 2012

Mrs. Bullwinkle and family

At daylight yesterday morning I looked out the front window to see a very large moose making a beeline for the apple tree.  Her calf and one other moose were lingering in the woods waiting for their chance at the tasty fruit tree.

I tried yelling at it to chase it away.  Pounding.  Making as loud a noise as I could.

Maggie barked once and said, "They're too big for me.  I'm not going down there to chase them away".

It was early in the morning.  Very early.  Retired Mountain Man was still snoozing away in the bedroom, but not for long.  I said, "You have to do something or we won't have any branches left on our apple tree".

Mrs. Bullwinkle eating my apple tree!

He jumped out of bed and grabbed his shotgun.  Then he ran to the front window, opened it, and fired a shot above the moose.  


Just let me tell you I had my ears plugged with my fingers.  Firing a shotgun out the window of your living room makes a VERY loud noise.

Well, it didn't even phase the Mrs. Bullwinkle.  She never even turned her head.  She just kept eating my fruit tree.



She finally ran back into the woods.

We thought that took care of the problem.  Later in the day we had a Krewe Band practice for a couple of hours and had a great time playing some tunes.  After practice was over we ate lots of very tasty appetizers and topped it off with homemade pizza.  The Krewe Band knows how to hold a practice session.

It had started raining about the time our practice began.  Pouring rain for the next four or five hours.  That means the dogs sleep inside - with us.  Shortly after we went to bed, our outdoor motion sensor light came on.  Something was moving out there and it wasn't the dogs.  They were with us.

Then Maggie started barking so I looked out the window and there was the moose.   Once again they were making a beeline for the apple tree.  I only have one apple tree and I really prefer to prune it myself.

It is dark. Really dark. No moonlight.  Retired Mountain Man got out the shotgun again and I got the flashlight so he could see where to shoot. The moose was standing between our two satellite dishes, munching on the tree.  The calf was on the other side. 

Retired Mountain Man points the shotgun out the window.  I shine the flashlight on the moose (and plug one ear with my finger).  Kaboom!  Kaboom!  They didn't even look our way.  Munch, munch, munch. One more loud shotgun blast!  Kaboom!  They just kept on eating.  RMM was out of shotgun shells and had to reload.  (I went to get ear plugs)

Meanwhile,the dogs are terrified.  Mollie has never liked guns and always heads for the basement when she sees us get out a gun.  This is a new experience for Maggie. 

Three more loud shotgun blasts - Kaboom!  Kaboom!  Kaboom! The Bullwinkle Clan finally starts moving towards the grape arbor and the barn and out of the yard.  We have convinced them to leave. 

Now it's time to find the dogs.  I start calling for them.  Mollie is hiding in the pantry because the basement door was closed.  I can't find Maggie.  I thought, well, maybe she darted out the front door.  I open the front door and call for her over and over.  No Maggie.

Retired Mountain Man yells, "She's in the bedroom.  Underneath the bed".  Maggie had crawled so far under the bed that she was stuck and couldn't get out.  All we could see of her was the very end of her tail.

RMM had to grab her and pull her out from under the bed.  She still had a very concerned look in her eyes and we had to reassure her that he was not going to shoot anymore.

That should have been the end of the Bullwinkle Clan visit, but it wasn't.  When I got up this morning, they were back!

Get the shotgun!

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Scientific Expedition

I have more photos today of the wolverine station deployment.  Thank you Neil and Ann for the photos.

Training was required to be involved in this project and there was a checklist for the setup with approximately 36 items to complete.    This volunteer group did an outstanding job!

We might be halfway there

Crossing the creek, no problem

Equipment preparation for station setup

To view photos of the Wolverine Study setup at other locations, click this link.  Wolverine Study

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Wolverine Station Deployment

This study is a joint project with the Idaho Conservation League, the Idaho Fish and Game and the Friends of Scotchman's Peak Wilderness Organization.  This station is one of several setup at different locations around our area.

Ann and Retired Mountain Man are setting up the station, hanging the beaver carcass in the tree.

Apparently to a wolverine, a beaver is similar to a McDonald's Quarter Pounder with cheese. The goal is to lure a wolverine to the beaver hung on the tree. A dozen wire gun cleaning brushes are screwed to the tree to catch hair from the wolverine for genetic testing.

I will have more photos later.  Be sure to check back.

The camouflaged camera is above the red tape on the tree in the left of the photo.
Photos - from Neil and Ann

Last days of January... what to do? Forest Carnivore Base Station Setup?

Updated on 1/27/2012  Wolverine Station Setup

 Yesterday, Retired Mountain Man along with Neil and Ann, went on a big adventure to setup a station for the Scotchman Peak's Wilderness Wolverine study.  They spent the entire day on snowshoes.  Retired Mountain Man carried a frozen beaver carcass on his backpack on a two hour hike bushwhacking up the mountainside.   Apparently to a wolverine, a beaver is similar to  a McDonald's Quarter Pounder with Cheese. The goal is to lure a wolverine to the beaver which is hung on a tree. A dozen wire gun-cleaning brushes are screwed to the tree to catch hair from the wolverine for genetic testing.

They setup a camera to record any activity and when they return in three weeks, they hope that a wolverine left a fur sample.  

I was told it was not an easy hike.  There was one place when they had to use the "crawl on your hands and knees technique" on the way up and "the slide on your butt technique" on the way down.  No, thank you! That's not for me.  I prefer hikes where I can stay on my feet at all times. 

Retired Mountain Man was as cold as the frozen beaver carcass when he got home. 

Meanwhile back on Old Cougar Road, Maggie and I took a short snowshoe to John and Gail's house and I took a couple of photos.    The clouds looked threatening, but they just blew through to Montana.

The Green Monarchs

Friday, January 27, 2012

Griz Eileen is famous now.

Griz Eileen, along with my Aunt, who is 80 years young, were both pictured on the front page The Missoulian on Jan. 23rd.  Spirited Seniors

Every Monday thru Thursday they go to exercise class at their independent living residence.  There are about 15 people who attend.  The young lady who has led the class for over 13 years, is 97 years old.  Is that something to be proud of or what?  They are all so awesome!

Never give up on your exercise! 

The blah days between winter and spring.  You know the kind they are.  A mix of rain, maybe snow, a little sunshine here and there and then the wind picks up and blows in colder air again.  Brrr.  Then the sun comes out and warms you up - just a little bit.  It makes the roads icy and the trials mushy.  Maggie and I still went for a short walk yesterday to get some fresh air.  I can't resist taking photos. 

The old birch tree shines in the sunlight.

 I seem to be focused on trees today.

A pine in the glow of the sunset. 

 Nope.  Something besides a tree.

Old Cougar Creek

Snow cones on the water

I have been thinking about spring.  Yes, I have started lettuce and tomatoes under the lights in my basement.  Photos soon.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Nebraskans are everywhere. You can't get away from them.

I am celebrating my mother's 88th birthday!  She is an avid sport's fan.  Football, basketball and golf,   Born in Nebraska her favorite team has always been the Nebraska Cornhuskers.  She is a very loyal fan and over the years seldom missed either listening or watching a Nebraska game.

She is also an avid (or is it rabid?) Montana Grizzly fan, which makes her football pool nickname, Griz Eileen fit her to a tee!  Yes, she is the person to beat in the pool! 

Mom and the referees frequently do not agree.  She sees a lot of bad "calls" in most football games.  If we attend a game at the stadium, we are careful not to be within earshot of any refs. 

This is look she would give a referee.

 Actually, this photo was taken on Lake Pend Oreille while we were fishing for the big one on Seagull Charters!

Like the sport's fan she is, she is always ready for adventure and willing to try something new.  In 2004 we rented Lunch Peak Lookout (Elevation 6412 feet) for a three night stay and asked mom to come with us.   There's nothing in the lookout except a table so we took our sleeping bags and air mattresses, food and water, and cooking and eating utensils.

The view from the lookout is breathtaking.  Montana to the east, Lake Pend Oreille and the lights from Sandpoint as night falls, Chimney Rock and the sunset to the west.

Mom with Mitchell and Bailee at the Lookout

We spent the night at the lookout and the next morning a pickup with an Idaho Fish and Game logo on the side drove up below the lookout.  Two people got out of the pickup, a Fish and Game Officer and an elderly man.  As we watched they started walking up the last steep hill to get to the lookout.  You don't expect visitors when you are at Lunch Peak Lookout.  People don't just drop by.  It's a destination.  The last few miles of "road" to lookout can only be described as very steep, narrow and rocky. 

What could the officer be doing all the way up here?  He introduced himself and said the elderly gentleman was his father.  His father was visiting from Nebraska and he had always wanted to show him the view from the lookout.

Nebraska?!  The man was from Nebraska?  He's showed up here at the lookout?
When Griz Eileen was here?  No way!   Two Nebraska football fans meet on the top of Lunch Peak in Idaho? 

That was the beginning of a very long detailed conversation about Nebraska football.  You see, he was a former radio announcer from North Platte, who broadcast the football games my mom used to listen to.  They had an in-depth discussion about coaches, players, specific games and the future of Nebraska football.  The rest of us just listened with a smile on our face.

 Here she is with a fish she caught on Lake Pend Oreille.

 Happy Birthday, Mom!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Fishhook Hen

The first six years after we moved to Hope in 1974, we rented the Loman Place.  It had a log cabin that was built in the late forties, a large barn, chicken house and shed.  Soon after we moved in we decided to raise some chickens. It wasn't long before we had over thirty of them.  Leghorns, Rhode Island Reds, New Hampshire's and Bantams (Bantys).  The Banty hens were the best mothers.  They always took good care of their chicks.

Our oldest son's job was to take care of the chickens.  Feeding them, gathering the eggs, making sure they had water.  He was just like one of those Bantys.

It was the middle of the summer, a nice warm sunny day.  We had  a Banty hen who was sitting on a clutch of eggs in the shed.  Her nest was on top of a pile of several bales of straw.

 The chicken house in the back of this photo

Jamie came home from an afternoon of fishing and there was still a worm on his fishhook.  Being a kid about nine years old, he wondered if the hen sitting on the nest might want to eat the worm?  So he dangled his fishhook in front of the hen.  Sure enough.  She swallowed the worm and the fishhook.  There she was.  Sitting on her nest of eggs with  ten feet of fish line coming out of her beak and of course a fishing pole attached.

Oh boy.  What to do now?  Will the hen die from swallowing the fish hook?  What about the chicks that were due to hatch in a few days?  What kind of punishment should there be for the kid who fed the hen the worm and the fishhook? 

We waited for Retired Mountain Man to get home from work.

He calmly went over and cut off the fish line.  What the #!&*?  What made you decide to do that?  *@!$!! 

We watched the hen every day hoping she was going to be alright until the chicks hatched and a few days later, there they were.  Cute fluffy little peeps.

From then on she was the "Fishhook Hen".  One of our favorite chickens.  Yes, you have favorites.

She lived many years and raised a lot of chicks. 

Happy Birthday, James Paul! 
You did a great job taking care of all those chickens but you will never live this story down.  You only meant to give the little hen a tasty treat. 

Snowed in?

The decision to have the driveway plowed again was a good one.  The snow event was over and the rain came.  It made for a soggy, slushy day yesterday.  With the thawing temperatures the snow is coming off the roof, which means it's time to get out the snow shovels. 

One of the design flaws in our house is no roof over the porch.  When we built the house, we were on a very tight budget and a roof over the porch was not a priority.  Someday we were going to take care of that.

Is this what they mean by "snowed in"?  When the snow comes off your roof and you can't get out your front door?

We really can't complain this year.  Some years we have shoveled the porch at least twenty times by the end of January. 

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Making the corner...

We did get a lot of snow over the past two days although it was not as much as other areas of Idaho and Montana.  We had our driveway plowed after the first big snowfall.  Then the next snowstorm arrived and a decision had to be made.  It looked like the forecast was calling for rain.  Rain is a problem on six inches of snow.  It's very hard to drive in especially going up the hill. 

 It is a joint decision that we make with our neighbors.  There are usually multiple phone calls.  

When is the next time one of us really needs to get out?  Meaning we have to be able to make it around the corner of our driveway and up to county road without getting stuck or going in the ditch.

Making the Corner
The photo below is of the trees on the side of the road after you have "made the corner" and you are headed up the road. 

Quite a few people have been stuck on "the corner" in the last thirty years.  The neighbors, the UPS man, both of our sons, me.......  Making the corner is a challenge, an obstacle to be overcome.  If you have conquered that, you can do anything.  Well, almost. 

You still have to get to the county road. 

You are really hoping that no one is coming down Spring Creek Road right now, because you can't stop at the top!  You have to keep your momentum up.  You are driving as fast as you can so that the car will burst through the snow berm that you know the county plow has left blocking the road.   Then you slide into a sharp left turn onto Spring Creek Road.  Kind of like Mario Andretti would do - only with the snow flying. 

Fortunately for me, there has never been another car driving down Spring Creek when I made that turn.

The Alternative - Walking?
While Retired Mountain Man and our neighbors were discussing the driveway question, Mollie, Maggie and I headed up the road on foot to the to pick up our fresh eggs at Blue Moon Ranch.  At the top we also needed to pick up the package that the UPS driver had left for us in the Bus Stop House.  It is a little house our sons built in the 80's and is next to the newspaper boxes.  It's a safe place for the UPS man to leave a package when he can't get down our road.

Maggie breaking trail on the driveway on the way to Blue Moon Ranch.

The Discussion
How much snow is on the driveway?  Is the snow light and fluffy or is it heavy, wet snow?  What is the temperature going to be?  Will we have  a sheet of ice?  Will it rain on top of the snow?   Who needs to get out and when?  When is the next storm going to arrive?  Should we put gravel on the corner?  Whose turn is it to phone the snowplow man?

By the time I got back the decision had been made.  

We would get the driveway plowed again.  It looks like rain  is on the way.  

Friday, January 20, 2012

You can't teach an old dog new tricks because she already knows.

Yes, I did it.  I put on my snow shoes yesterday and headed up the driveway to the county road.  I took both the old dog and the young dog with me.

Retired Mountain Man said the snow conditions would be better for snowshoeing the next day.  He knew that the snow was too light and fluffy and would not pack down at all.  That means that with every step, you are sinking 12" inches into the snow breaking trail. 

I was determined to go.  There was finally snow!  It was the first time in two years that we had enough snow to go snowshoeing.  So the dogs and I set off for the newspaper boxes up on the country road.

The old dog followed right on my heels stepping on the back of my shoes every so often knocking me off balance.  

Snowshoes and twelve inches of snow were a new experience for the young dog. Maggie was running around having a ball.   The first time she jumped on the back of my shoes I nearly fell down.

Then I got worried.  "What if I fell down?"  I would be just like a whale floundering on the beach.  There would be a lot of thrashing about and snow flying everywhere.  I might be there for days before I figured out how to get my shoes off so that I could get back up.

I pictured the dogs trying to help me out.  The young one would think it was time to play and jump all over me. She would be a lot of help.

Actually, I was kind of chuckling about the picture it would make (video would probably be even better), but then I thought, "Dang.  That snow would be cold!  I could die out here. I didn't even put an energy bar in my pocket.  No mobile radio, no cell phone!"

Too late.  There was no turning back now.

We got the newspapers and headed back down the driveway.  The snow was only about six inches deep on the driveway as it had been plowed.  That made it much easier to walk in.

As I approached the corner I thought to myself, "I should make this more challenging and go down the shale pit road and then cut across the field to the house.  That way I will get some exercise by really breaking some trail."  Bad idea.

The old dog knew that.  She said, "Oh jeez. She's going to make it difficult. You go right ahead and break trail dummy.  I will stay right behind you."  She was right. The snow was so deep I had to stop every 100' to rest.

The old dog said, "I told you not to go that way".   Even though I was breaking trail, the snow would not pack down.  It was still really difficult for Mollie to walk in.

Whenever she could, Mollie would break off the trail and go to the tree line where she knew the snow wasn't as deep.  Like I said, smart dog.  I could tell by the look on her face that she was grumbling to herself the entire time.  "Boy does she get some dumb ideas and I have to follow her".

An hour later the three of us were already taking our afternoon nap.

Mollie was napping because she is old.

Maggie was napping because she is young and spent the entire hike running around going berserk in the snow.

I was napping because I am old and not too bright.

Today I plan to go again.  The old dog is just going to shake her head and give me her "Boy is she stupid" look.  Even at that, she will still want to go with me.  I love that dog! 

Mollie and Maggie

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Put on your Snow Shoes Baby.........

Alright!  We have snow and more snow.  It's time to get those shoes out of storage and on our feet.

We have about ten inches of new snow and it has started snowing again this morning.  It's enough to get out there and go for a hike.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Ghost Tree

 Retired Mountain Man calls this one the Ghost Tree.
(Note:  These photos were taken late yesterday afternoon.  Jan. 17th.)

 The Ghost Tree is up on Greens' Ridge.  The wind has been blowing hard here all day and most of the snow has blown off the trees except for a few that had a lot of snow frozen to the boughs. I wish the photos were better but it was just getting too dark to get a good shot.

The storm rages on Greens' Ridge
The Ghost Tree is on the 2nd small clearing from the top of the ridge.

Now, this is winter!  This is more like it.  Bitter wind, cold, snow and ice.  It brings up all these questions.  
Do you think we can make it around the corner of the driveway?  

Has the snow been plowed off on Spring Creek Road?  

Did they sand "the hill"  on Spring Creek Road? (very important)

Should we have our driveway plowed out today or wait for the next storm?

All good questions. 

This is what we need to really appreciate spring. 

Update:  7:00 a.m. January 18th.  
The storm was here and gone by 6:00 p.m. last night.  It turns out it was just a baby La Niña storm.  We are waiting for the big one to hit today. 

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Mushrooms and Mae West?

Water.  I know. Again?  When I took another photo of Retired Mountain Man's Oyster Mushroom Project this morning, I started thinking about it again. 

Rain, snow, water.

The mushrooms are struggling to grow because of a lack of moisture.  He is misting them more often and keeping the door to the pantry closed.   Our wood heat has a special warmth, but the downside is that it makes the air very dry.  

Mushrooms like moisture.


This photo shows the mushroom project on the right and on the left, my last bag of dried oyster mushrooms from 2010. 
According to our neighbor, Neil, 2010 was the Year of the Mushroom

Yes it was. We had rain.  Rain, rain and more rain. 

Mushrooms were everywhere, even the varieties we see very few of such as the King Boletes and Chanterelles.  The 2010 Mushroom Saga.

On the other hand, 2011 was a bust as far as mushrooms go. That means making it through this winter with what dried mushrooms I have in my pantry.  The cupboards are not bare yet.

But, as you can see, the jars are half full.

 The Club Mushrooms have a sweet taste and are great sauteed in butter and then added to a recipe such as spring rolls or a risotto. 

 Chanterelles, the most golden, delicate mushroom of all.

Each wild mushroom has it's own unique taste and texture.  It takes some experimenting to figure out which mushroom is best in a recipe, but it's worth the time. 

Ah, 2010.  "Too much of a good thing can be wonderful!"  A little quote from Mae West. Do you remember her? I don't think she was talking about mushrooms, but...

Temperature:  26.4 degrees.  Four inches of snow on the ground - snowing lightly. 

It's that time again.  More coffee. 

Monday, January 16, 2012

Do the Zydeco Shuffle

A couple of days ago the Krewe of Cougar Creek met to select the royalty for this year's Mardi Gras,  King Eric and Queen Britt will reign over the festivities along with their three little princes. 

The evening was a warm-up for the events to come.  We were provided a demonstration of the Zydeco Shuffle by the Coronet King and Retired Mountain Man.  They were having a great time. 

Life should be full of evenings like this.  Don't sell yourself short.  Get into it!  Live it! Have a good time!

Ok then.  It's 6:00 a.m. and I think I need another cup of coffee....

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Up on Cougar Creek

I have been thinking a lot about water.  I know, strange subject.

As I was moving furniture for the new music room, one of the jobs I kept putting off was going through our file cabinet and purging all documents and folders that were no longer necessary.  Yuck!  You know the kind.  Receipts from ten years ago, warranties for appliances you no longer have (because they died immediately after your warranty expired).

I did come across a few interesting things though.

This was one of them.

On August 26, 1991 the note says WATER!  8:00 P.M.!!!  (I know we started the project in July, but evidently didn't keep that calendar)

We were installing our new water line from Cougar Creek.  Each day Jon, his father, Jamie and Dave, worked digging the line.  It was a joint project with our neighbor, Glenn Ford, who also wanted to have water to 5 acre track next to our property.  We bought all the materials and supplied the labor.  Glenn provided a backhoe and cat.

Why was it so important?   Why do I still have this very important document?

In 1978 we drilled a well to get ready for building our house.  The well only provided about 1/2 gallon of water a minute.  After we built the house we installed a cistern to store a 1500 gallons of water in, but it was barely enough for household use.  We tried to grow a garden by hauling water to it, but finally gave that up.  No garden.  The laundromat to do the wash.  We were always worried about running out of water.  Eleven years of short showers.

When Glenn Ford offered the deal on the water, we jumped in with both feet!

It was a hot and dry August.  They worked very long days.  David and Jamie were both working other jobs to make money for college so they were doing double jobs whenever they could.  At the end of each day Jon would write on the calendar how many feet of pipe they had installed.

This is the tank installed at the upper end of the water system, just below the creek.  Water flows from the creek to the tank into the water line - with any excess water going back into Cougar Creek.

It's really nice when there is an unlimited supply of water coming out of your faucet.  You just don't think about it.  You take it for granted.  There will be water when you turn that handle.

It was quite a project trying to figure out the amount of water pressure in  4500' of two inch pipe with a fall of over 150 feet.   We had pressure reducer valves everywhere.  On Aug. 26, 1991, when we opened the upper valve up on Cougar Creek and water started trickling out of the hose down at the house, I was doing a water dance in my bare feet between the rows of corn in the garden.  Whoo hoo!  Water, water, everywhere!

Twenty years later we are having a very dry winter.  We are still hoping for lots of snow in the mountains before spring arrives so that up on Cougar Creek, the water keeps flowing.


Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The Oyster Mushroom Project

Retired Mountain Man received an interesting Christmas Gift from Neil and Ann, an Oyster Mushroom grow kit.  He has been spraying the mycelium twice a day for the past 10 days.  They really started growing three days ago.

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

As you can see, we will be eating Oyster Mushrooms in a few days.  Yum!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Diamonds in the rough....

Presenting the Cougar Chicks and their manager at their first practice.  We love the new PA system.  Next on our schedule is voice lessons on Thursday night and a full Cougar Creek Band session on Sunday. It is time to start practicing the music for our version of Mardi Gras.  It will be here before we know it.

The Cougar Chicks have to take voice lessons so that we can fill in for Lady Isabella, (the lead singer for the chick section of the band) who abandons us every fall and goes back to Rhode Island.  It is a tough job and we are doing our best.   

Learn to play an instrument and sing.  What a great thing to do when you are retired.

I have to say that not all of our band members are retired.  Some of our younger members, Rhythm Gal, Bass Man and Trombone Man, help to keep us feeling like we are back in our 20's. 

One of our Band Manager's favorite lines from a song:  "singing seems to help a troubled soul".  It definitely  feels good to sing.  It's a great way to start or end your day. 

I think our lead song should be "I'm just an old chunk of coal, but I'm gonna be a diamond some day"? 

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Cougar Creek "Garage" Band Music Room

Retired Mountain Man and I have been taking furniture to the dumpsters, rearranging furniture and we're selling some of it - to make room for the Cougar Creek Band's music studio.  The arrangement is starting to come together although it still needs some work. 

 We set up the PA system yesterday and our official sound man and bass player gave us our first "sound lesson".   There is a lot to learn.

This is the mixer that runs the whole show and it is a very incredible piece of equipment.  All those knobs look quite intimidating, but it really helped to have someone explain what they do instead of having to read a manual to figure it out.  Let me say that the sound is awesome.   The Cougar Creek Band is going to have so much fun with their new toys!

All I can say is that the rest of the house is going to get pretty dusty. I may need to hire a cleaning lady.  Hey!  That is not a bad idea since I am going to be spending most of my time in the music room.