Hello, dearest San Saba loves. I debated whether or not to write a column this week as a pall of sadness hangs over our house; I have difficulty navigating. I am used to seeing mom as a goofy, silly soul, but this week I have watched a heaviness sit in her heart, the weight of sorrow color the edges of her thoughts. The tragedy that visited the hill country was an unfathomable loss. There too were acts of heroism and surprising rewards of lives found. The truth is, our lives will be forever changed by the Flood of 2025. My hope is those of us left will walk the banks of a river, see in its calm, peaceful waters, a future that honors those lost in its rage. Life should get better when we know better and certainly realizing nothing at all is guaranteed to us, is knowing better. Be your best, kindest self this very second!
Mom was acting a bit more maniac than usual during all that rain. When police put cones up at the end of our street, she packed a ‘go’ bag for us just in case we had to leave. She wasn’t too happy with me when I asked her if she packed a cat so I would have proper entertainment and reason to bark! She actually responded in a rather terse manner and threatened to remove the canned chicken and green beans she had packed for me. I immediately stuffed my mouth with regret and retreated into the living room.
It is said dogs have a ‘pack’ mentality, that we seek numbers to survive. I would aver after seeing the great outpouring of help from so many humans offering assistance to us here in the hill country, there are times humans have the same protective instinct. I love my dear friends ever so much, and it isn’t just that I wish you health and happiness, but actually consider you part of our heart. Make the most of your moments, laugh often and loudly and yes, bark at cats when you can!
Love, Lenny