Another Windy One!

 Another Windy One!

 

With gusts up to 50 mph today, it should not be surprising to see the horizon closing in on dirty, yucky looking air. We are in another fire alert, but at least the rain has brought the grass to a lovely shade of green. Green does not mean that it is fireproof, by any means, but it beats brown and dry waving stuff that would ignite with just a few sparks off an electric high line. Even the tightest lines at the top of the poles are moving in this wind. Sigh

 

Even though Lance is planning on being here early Saturday, if it is blowing like this that morning, will have to tell him to stay at home and off the highway. Even if we did not have to consider the cost of fuel and driving into the wind, the number of huge trucks on the road with their top-heavy burdens catching the wind would be dangerous. Texas winds remind me just a bit of the sea—ever changing! Our old lake swishes around in its basin and looks nasty when the wind turns its bottom to the top. It may not be deep, but it could dump the bravest—or most foolish—of boaters or sailors.

 

Have some kids in the family who are supposed to graduate this year—one in May and another one or two in December. For some reason it is difficult for me to keep up with which one is doing what. One of them wants a job that reminds me of what Julia Davis does—seeing what the rivers and streams are doing and how they are flowing. Ecological work would have to be interesting, but it might also be pretty disturbing when we think about how our populations are encroaching on nature and all the places where animals depend on for their lives. Sooner or later, those encroachments are going to affect humans as well—not that they have not already done so. Walking in the woods or beside a lake or river has become increasingly problematic. The Wichita River that flows through our town and out to the Red River is red, yucky stuff that makes a person wonder how anything can live in it. Sigh

 

Have not had the computer on much today and certainly did not attempt to see what is going on in the U.S. or across the water. Cannot imagine things getting any better for the time being until some drastic changes are made both here and over there. All we can do as just people is pray for God’s mercy and protection. Seeing families torn apart here or there is heart breaking. And seeing the mess on our Texas border just makes me hurt for those land owners who are being trampled underneath the flood of immigrants and drug dealers. One news source yesterday said that enough fentanyl had been seized on our border to kill at least 21,000,000 people. That is simply ghastly! How do they get rid of that crud? Can’t wash it away or bury the mess. And if it were burned, wouldn’t it make a cloud of poisonous gas? Guess the folks who are tasked with disposal will have to figure out how to do it.

 

Maria helped me move the couch the other day so that neither dog could jump up on the windows. So now Sylvia props herself up on the back of the couch and just looks out the window from a few feet away. The distance does not keep them from barking at anything that moves. Don’t you know that if we could translate dog to people language, we would hear some interesting comments: “There is another one of those risky people out there!” “Don’t you want to get your BB gun out and chase that freaking squirrel?”

 

Jennifer was working in her flower bed and kept digging up grubs. She said she definitely needed one of my hens to eat those things. Of course, with my little Marines taken to her house, she would soon have foxholes all over that hill! If the dogs did not chase the hens, it would be hilarious to see all of them out there covering up the area with feathers and fur! Nary a tick or flea or grasshopper would stand a chance!

 

As usual, don’t know diddly squat. Sent a message to Nikki to ask about Stephen, but she may be on the road home for the night. She will have to go back early in the morning to pick him up. Let’s pray that everything goes well and that he heals completely and quickly. This is not going to be easy on their family. Also hoping that Cindy’s hand is healing from the cancer that was removed. Seems like when it rains, it pours.

 

Remember to express your gratitude for life itself as well as the many blessings God has given us. We know that joy itself is a gift of life. You are loved.