I watch the news and social media and there’s so many depressing things going on every day. It’s blatantly aggressive. There are so many things reported from innocent people being shot, race wars, conflicts between nations, and people with no respect lashing out at anyone. If you let yourself be engrossed in it too much, you can find yourself being depressed, angry, and even hopeless.
I will soon embark on my second year of college at the University of Oregon, a journey that I am both excited and terrified to begin. As I spend my last days in Craig and the surrounding area, I am becoming increasingly grateful — to the people, the schools, the small town, and the Rocky Mountains — for showing me how incredible this life can be.
In 1948, three years after the end of World War II, Craig was beginning to enjoy peace and prosperity. However, Craig paused to give war hero Arnold Beckett a final welcome home from the South Pacific.
I happened to be at the National Finals Rodeo in 1988 when Leo Camarillo and partner roped their steer in five seconds flat! It ranked in my mind with John Alden pitoning up Plymouth Rock or Neil Armstrong making angels in the moon dust! I was there when history was being made! It didn’t matter that Leo’s time only took third in the go-round.
Last week when I picked green beans from our garden next to Pipi’s Pasture, I was reminded of the bushels of green beans we kids used to pick out of our huge garden at the ranch when we were growing up. And then I remembered canning season.
Sunset Meadows I and II wrote an important letter to the editor that appeared in Friday’s Craig Daily Press.
There’s so much produce available right now, both from our gardens and from food stands and markets, that it makes me crazy trying to figure out how to use it all. What makes it more frustrating is that I don’t have much time to cook, and pretty soon it will be winter and the fresh produce won’t be available anymore.
“The Bucket List” is a phrase we have come to recognize since the release of the movie of the same name several years ago. Some of us truly have “bucket lists” and what a thrill when something on that list gets a big check-off! Recently I was able to put a big mental check-off on my list: To fly over Sand Wash Basin. Oh, yes! This old lady climbed aboard a small aircraft with a couple of my favorite photo buddies and we soared over the basin with the smiles never leaving our faces.
During a recent visit to Copenhagen, I squeezed in a visit with city officials to learn more about the Danish health system, particularly the country’s arrangements for long-term care, a topic that draws endless complaints from American families, including many readers of this column. Coincidentally, the day I returned home, I learned the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services (CMS), which runs both programs, had just released star ratings for the country’s home care agencies that provide services to nearly 5 million Americans. The home health industry did not shine brightly.
My fantasy baseball season is pretty much over at this point. No making a glorious second half comeback like in 2006, when I took that team from 10th place to first in a head-to-head league. Nope, not this year.
On Sept. 8, 1900, a hurricane hit the city of Galveston, Texas — and not just any hurricane, either. It resulted in the deadliest natural disaster in American history, destroying the city and killing 10,000 (perhaps more) of its citizens — all in just one night.
Summer has come and gone, at least according to our local school calendar. Students will begin classes on Monday and most parents have already been busy attending meetings and filling out the ever-increasing volume of paperwork.
Approximately 68 percent of Routt County families with children younger than five have both parents in the workforce, according to date from the 2010 U.S. Census. The Colorado Department of Local Affairs projects Routt County’s birth to age five population to grow by 70 percent between 2015 and 2030. No matter how you look at it, the availability of licensed care for our youngest citizens is distressingly inadequate.
I have to tell you about a new dog my daughter adopted. She already has a red heeler, Spud, that is entirely too attached to her, especially since his best dog buddy died. She thought she would get him his own buddy for when she goes to college next fall so he won’t be quite as lonely.
One day this past week I went up to the cow pasture to check on things and to put out some more mineral. The feed is plentiful but dry (please, everyone, follow safety precautions to avoid starting fires in our county), and the cows have lots of water. Everything looked good so on the way home I stopped at my brother Duane’s house.