LOTTSA STORMS ROLLING THRU...............

everyday.  They are hitting in the late afternoon, everyday this week so far.  More in the forecast for the next few days.  Corn is loving it.  Neighbor has some barley straw down. 

Amish neighbor buried her husband yesterday.  They only married 3 months ago, second marriage for both.  His first wife died about five years ago and her husband died about two years ago.  Her son told my friend Cindy, who hauls for the Amish, that is was nice having a 'dad' in the house again.  He had a stroke on a Thursday, his scheduled sale was on Saturday and he passed on Sunday.  He was buried right down the road from dad in a cemetery that once belong to the local Presbyterian church who moved over to another road and built a new brick church and established a new cemetery, probably in the early 1800's.  When the Amish became more prevalent around here, they took over the little cemetery for their own burials.

Must run, get a shower, if I can tear myself away from "The Antiques Roadshow" on the Ovation Channel.  I could so live in England, it's where my paternal ancestor's came from in 1682.  More German and Irish on my maternal side.  But, alas, since I refuse to fly, I shall never get there.  But, in watching this show and BBC on PBR, I can dream.

Later..................

BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL...............

'puter, that is, not me.  Last Thursday, no Kaspersky Virus Protection.  Gone.  Wouldn't re-load.  Took el-sicko back to Best Buy and they couldn't re-load it.  They kept it and cleaned it up and cleaned it out.  Found some virus' then re-loaded and up-dated the Kaspersky, called me today and I went for my baby.  I really missed not having the old HP.  Guess I should take that POS Dell in for a fix so I'd have a back-up.

Not much going on.  Got about 10 more bags of mulch to put down and that's done.  Been oh so nice and cool with just a couple of days here and there of 80 to 90 degrees.  Lottsa rain, poured about 6 inches out of the gauge last week and another inch today.  Couldn't mow the entire back yard by the creek, still too wet. 

Dad is not feeling the best and too stubborn to go to the doctors.  I told him, I'm NOT like my half-sister, Gerrie, who would bawl and squall and pitch a fit until he complied.  You have a problem, you go to the doctors.  The other choice is to sit around and worry and fret about it, then die.  Don't think it helped.  Today's conversation was the same as yesterday's.  Granted, he's tired, he misses mom, he can't do what he LOVES to do........work.  But, he also won't do things easier to make it easier on him.  For instance.........washer and dryer are in the basement and it kills him to go up and down steps.  There is room to move them up into the garage and the plumbing is at the same part of the house.  Probably wouldn't costs $100, nah, can't do that.  Frustrating as hell some days.  I remember mom saying, "Either do it or don't do it, but don't keep talking about it."  Now I know why.

Later...................

50 YEARS AGO ON THIS DAY............

I was, without a doubt, the HAPPIEST person in the world!  Why? You ask? Because, on this day, I was paroled, escaped, busted out, in other words......GRADUATED from the 'necessary evil' called, high school.  GOD, how I hated school.  The mere thought of it, even 50 years later, sickens me.  Not all of the teachers were nasty and hateful, there were a few that I remember as kind and caring, but, they were in the minority.  It was a small town high school, and, if you were not going on to college, they assumed you were going into farming with your father, or, being a girl, you would be marrying a farmer, and, that was that.  The guidance counselor couldn't have guided himself out of a dark closet with a flashlight, the only reason he was in the job was his wife was an English teacher.  I finally got myself into a junior college and into the work force.  Went on to work at six different companies, in three different states and made a decent living, no thanks to the pitiful education I received.  Do I sound bitter?  Maybe, when I think of how better things could've been.  Was it that way at other schools?  Probably.   It is what it is, I hope it's different now. 

Later................