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Just How Hot Can It Get?

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 23:47:55 -0400

I am really worried. It has been so hot here in North Texas that everything is burning up. Our animals are in danger and we can't put enough water on the yard. We are in extreme need of rain. We were visiting with a farmer this evening who is "retiring". I never knew a farmer who retired without being forced...thus we made the assumption that this dry growing season was the straw the broke the camel's back ...or should I say the farmer's back. He was saying that they had cried a few tears but that he was so grateful that he was not having to worry about this drought any more. Those of you who have never farmed or ranched may not understand. It feels like we are under the wrathful hand of God. Death is looming. Tribulation has begun. Of course you try to reason that it is just el Nino or Nina, but it really does feel like you are under a curse. Farmers relate rain to God's blessing so I guess it follows that drought would be God's curse.

Change the World?

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 00:19:31 -0400

The big night has come and gone. My baby boy walked across the stage.I cried and am crying still but many of the tears are from pride and joy.Not because he was an exceptional student...he wasn't. Not because he got many awards...he didn't. But because he is grown enough to judge what kind of a man he will be and because I love him so much!
It is no small thing to get a child raised. I propose that we change our terminology---"Labor" should be called "Birthing" and "Raising" should be called "LABOR"! I have been in labor with this child for 18 years and have now delivered a wonderful young man to the world! I feel the same as when I birthed him. I was sad that he had to leave my womb where he was close and protected. There was pain involved--lots of pain. I was also full of joy to see his life begin-- apart from me. Now he will leave the womb of our home and start an even more independent life. I feel the pain but also the joy!

Cashews

Sat, 20 May 2006 23:30:35 -0400

I love cashew nuts. I am one of those evil persons that picks through the can of mixed nuts and eats all of the cashews. Don't tell my husband, he thinks it is the kids.
Although I have eaten my share of cashews, I never even thought about where they came from and how they grew. Have you?
On a stint to Honduras, I was in a market and saw a fruit that I had never seen before. It was a deep red and yellow with a bright green protrusion at one end that looked like a parrots beak. Upon inquiry, I was told it was a cashew apple.

Graduation Blues

Tue, 16 May 2006 22:52:54 -0400

In eighteen days my baby boy will graduate from High School. Baby just meaning he is my youngest. I am pretty much a realist so I have been telling myself this day was coming, get ready for it. None the less, I am not doing well.
I have been raising kids for nearly thirty years and I have loved every minute of it.(Well almost every minute) He is eight years younger than my middle son, so he has been the only child at home for a long time. We are really close and there is going to be a huge hole in my life when he goes off to college. When the other kids left, I missed them alot, but he was still here. What is it going to be like now?

How Did I Become So Desensitized?

Mon, 15 May 2006 22:56:03 -0400

May 15,2006

From a distance it looked unimpressive, just a big black wall. But when I reached the plaza and it stood before me, my knees nearly buckled, my head swam and hot, stinging tears filled my eyes. Fifty eight thousand one hundred and forty eight Americans died in Vietnam but until this moment that didn’t mean much to me.
Engraved there on the cold, black stone were their names---their tiny, little names---row, after row, after row of their tiny, little names. It looked like a mile of their tiny, little names.