Spring has finally come. Yesterday, parts of the state were almost in to the 80's…with humidity! We had thunderstorms in the morning. Early morning. We're talkin' 3 a.m. Ya know, when I was younger and not in this "farm" stuff, a thunderstorm was a wonderful adventure. I used to love hearing it boom and crackle and watch the lightening streak across the sky and the wind howling, lashing rain against the windows. Now I temper it against "are there crops in the field?" and "is this going to make it hard to get the field work done?". Ach. I've become a farm person. Still and all, I was okay with storms when there is nothing in the field crop-wise and no field work to do. Like now. I said I was okay with it… until last year when the house got hit by lightening. Now I'm paranoid. I no longer feel that sense of "let the weather rage outside for I am warm and cozy and safe inside". Noooo… not so safe now. Crap.
You know I hate to beg, but please go visit Em's site and stop by often. She's afraid I'm the only one reading and I'm afraid if she feels that way she'll stop blogging and we all know how much I'd REALLY hate that. I mean, I see her little enough and we live in the same house! I know if you went to see her you'll like what you find.
I don't normally talk politics. I don't think I'm entitled to, as I don't feel I really know what's going on. We live in the midwest and no matter how many news articles, television, internet, what-have-you, when we get our information it is all second-hand and no matter how "truthfully" it has been reported, there has been a spin put on it. That I don't doubt a bit. There was an anti-war demonstrations in town the other day. For the most part peaceful. I found it interesting that there were about 300 people on one side of the road protesting the war and one lone guy on the other side. After having spoken to several people about it, I was surprised how many people should have been standing with the lone guy… but didn't. I'm not political, but when I've spoken to former soldiers and soldiers' families, they all agree they want to be there – they don't want to be pulled out until they feel they've won. They think if we pull out now all of their friends and fellow soldiers who have lost their lives will have done so for nothing. A point that keeps being forgotten is that these brave men and women volunteered for this – they weren't drafted. They are there fighting for us by choice… and they want to keep fighting. I respect them immensely and thank them for their service. I should hope people smarter than me are making the decisions.
I've got a wedding dilemma… will get your opinion on it later. Better brush up on your wedding protocol. I'm expecting wisdom and good advice people.
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