Freaking Wind!!
As if Texas did not have enough of anything else to make
things interesting, this afternoon the wind is blowing ninety to nothing! Siri
told me that the winds are at 17 mph blowing southwest right now. My weather
station on top of the house needs new batteries or to be relocated so that it
can be more accurate, but am willing to bet that some of these gusts are much
faster than any 17 mph or whatever the news stations have them clocked at.
Tried looking it up on the internet, but my understanding and their
explanations just don’t mesh. Oh well. The freaking wind is blowing!!
Stayed outside messing around in the front yard long enough
to get a bit of sunburn this morning. Not to mention the ant bites that were
amassed thanks to a great big planter that is too heavy to move and too full of
good potting soil. Went out to the shop to look for the ant poison, but must
have already used it all up. Could use the sharp shooter and dig some of the
soil out so the rest could be dumped in the flower bed—ants and all. Maybe
tomorrow. After unloading feed bags and getting pretty dusty messing around out
front, a shower felt pretty good. Lay down for a little bit, but could not get
easy. Guess more exercise on a daily basis would be better than these spurts of
activity, but you know how it is. You do what you need to do when it needs to
be done.
Reading the Monday’s Medal of Honor blog by Tara Ross this
morning. The helicopter pilot made the comment that no one should ask someone
to do something that he/she would not do themselves. It reminded me of a
criticism heard about a friend who refused to take a fuel truck out on the
apron for the helicopters coming in during an intense enemy attack. The guy who
was doing the criticizing could have jumped out of his helicopter and gone
after that fuel truck himself, but instead he called the “gas jockey” a coward.
Many a helicopter group refused to go into an area where the battles were
intense for the same reason this guy did not drive a truck out there to be
blown up. Sterling said that one of the men who took fuel up into the mountains
from their camp never had a chance—they blew his truck to pieces with him in
it. Sterling made that same drive a few times, but God blessed him with
protection. Kinda think the prayers of our parents had a lot to do with his
return from Vietnam. But Tara Ross made the point that the real heroes of that
war did not consider themselves to be heroes. They just did the job that they
knew to do the best they could.
Trying to put sunflower seeds in a bin and dropped the bag
to spill a big pile inside the middle coop. Guess they won’t need any thrown
out for a few days. Oh well. And if it rains, we may have an interesting crop
of sunflowers right inside the coop door!
Kind of amazing that this is the last week of February. Seems
as if this year is just blazing away. As much as the old woman tries to avoid
any news, it just is not possible. And now the IDF is attempting to get the
remaining hostages from Hamas out of Gaza. May God bless both the hostages and
the men and women of the IDF army. Could it be that God will bless the nation
of Israel to such an extent that these remaining hostages will come home to us
before the month is gone? As it is His will, may it be done.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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