Praise God for the rain. Our gauge is broken, but it looks as if we had at least an inch of rain. That amount tallies with what our neighbors received. There wasn’t much runoff, but as someone put it, “You could hear the land sucking it up as fast as it fell.” Another few inches managed to find their way into my tank, so the deer and cows will have water to drink. We have other water, but even my dog likes the water in the tank better. I am just so thankful that we have finally had a decent rain. Now if we could just slow the wind down a little.
I’m enjoying the miniseries on the History Channel. It’s called the Bible. I saw the producers on a show. They said all their kids asked was that they not make the special effects lame. I think they have fulfilled their request. So far it is pretty powerful. I wasn’t too sure since it was the History Channel and they take great liberties with Christian material.
I have my sister Dee here with me this week. She is going through weather shock. Even though she lives in Canada, she and her hubby Dave spend the winter in Florida. It was in the 80s when she left. It has not been that warm here. I attribute our recent rain to her arrival. The last time she came here it rained, so she is my good luck charm. I guess we’ll go do girl stuff this week. She’s already had the joy of taking walks with Glen. We had a scare Saturday. As we headed out the driveway, we came upon a raccoon sitting in the middle of the road shaking and chattering. Russ returned to the house and brought back his rifle. We put the little fellow out of his misery. Russ buried him then covered him up with logs. I don’t want my cadaver dog to find that carcass. We’re presuming that the raccoon was rabid since he was out in the daylight and was just sitting there in the middle of the road without moving. I left a message with the county agent.
Speaking of cadaver dogs, that Glen of mine found the most noxious pile of something and rolled in it. The smell was enough to make you vomit. He had some black goop allover his back. He didn’t take kindly to removing the scent from his beautiful perfume. Dee and I searched everywhere but couldn’t find the offending body. We did come across an area at the back of the farm that smells strongly of skunk. I guess we’ll go try to find that fellow before he finds me. Of course, it would be worse if he found Glen. He is way overdue for a bath, but I can’t see it happening until it gets warmer. We accidentally came across the cows on Saturday. Everything happened so quickly I scarcely had time to scream. In less than a minute he had the cows rounded up, and miracle of miracles came when I called him off. Bill says it was because of the shock collar. I suspect he is correct. Whatever the cause, I am glad he left the cows alone. He is a silly puppy, but he is a smart fellow too.
The One Act Play is having a fish fry fundraiser next Sunday. The meal will be at noon in the cafeteria. I hope everyone puts that date on their calendar. Our One Act Play works hard to raise money for their travels and performances. Please come out and help them with this fundraiser.
Beatrice Soto had her twin girls down for the weekend. The twins belong to Tony and they are just precious. Kay McKee went to Houston to see her grandbabies. I spoke to mine on Skype. Bill Bryant told us Raymond Barrier had a good report from his doctor. We are praying for him and the many others who are suffering from cancer. Travis Bessent has come to stay with his sister Wendy for a while. He recently lost his wife Rae. I hear Stan Larremore is doing better as well. Brother Barry is undergoing tests to determine why he is losing weight. Our prayers are pouring into heaven for him.
Thank you, God for this wonderful country. Please be with our leaders, our government and our President. Above all, please protect our troops and their families. They are the strength behind our success. May you please bless them all. Have a great week everyone. Enjoy the break kids, all too soon we will have to conquer these STAAR tests.