When your big, tough son who is harshly judged by a lot of folks
comes over to mow your pastures
because he thinks they need mowing and leaves this for his Momma ..
When your big, tough son who is harshly judged by a lot of folks
comes over to mow your pastures
because he thinks they need mowing and leaves this for his Momma ..
is all I hear about from most people these days.
I see it differently.
I guess I live simply so these "surging" prices I hear about haven't really affected me.
I already buy basics and do not "shop" alot.
If prices are too high I don't buy.
Deprived?
I don't think so.
Utilities too high?
Do with less.
Someone I know is paying over $200.00 a month for TV/Cable.
They only watch it a few hours in the evening.
Why do we need the "Alexis" type gadgets taking up electric in every room and the garage
for the convenience of saying
"set an alarm" or "play this" or "why is the earth round"?
What?
Do we need 400+ choices?
What is the harm in saying no?
Why do we think we need to keep everything the same way as before?
Why do we not want to change our habits to reflect life changes?
Why must there be ham at Easter, no matter the cost and a huge egg hunt?
Why must children have a hundred choices?
Adjust, adapt, change...
What is the worst that can happen?
have been accomplished in the last few weeks/months.
Miss A competed in her first cooking contest in 4-H.
She baked Double Chocolate Sourdough Muffins and entered them in the Beginner Bread.
Proper attire for early morning checks!
It's been awhile.
No excuses except...life.
It's moving on come hell or high water as they say.
in the books!
Miss A showed in her first livestock show this weekend.
She was the only one to enter the ring with no halter on her lamb.
That's a Grandma rule.
If you did the work at home you don't need a crutch in the ring.
The lamb was jumpy from standing around waiting but she successfully set her up.
Next show is in 3 weeks.
Practice, practice, practice...
I impulsively took a 5 day getaway with friends about a month ago.
J and D are pseudo parents/family to me.
You know, always there with advice, comfort, help, etc.
J drag races so off to Rockingham we went in the Motorhome.
J and his son J Jr were racing.
D and I were "crew".
D fed us so well I gained a few #s.