Last weekend we visited our kids and grandkids (Jody, Cindy, Jessica, and Jaycee). It was a cold, windy day, and they had just finished putting the makings for potato chowder in the crock pot. Cindy said they would have a nice hot supper for such a cold day. So that made me think that it won’t be long before we’ll be changing the menu from soups and stews to barbecued hamburgers and steaks. This week’s column features a recipe for a great stew. I’ve made it a lot of times. Enjoy during this cold spell.
Cattle like to “itch” themselves just about anytime, but they really get carried away in the spring time of year. First of all, they have all of that winter hair. Then, the weather is getting warmer, their skin is dry, and they just feel uncomfortable. They probably feel as we do when we have dry, itchy scalp or skin.
Change is taking place around us — some seen and some unseen. Changing of seasons, changing of fashions, and changing of the land as it sheds its dingy winter coat and dresses in a fresh green one.
My name is Jan Roth. Many of you may know me, but most of you don’t, so an introduction may be in order. I decided to call this column Jack Rabbit Road, partly because it involves Native American folklore, but also because it’s where I live. Most folks call it County Road 17, north of Lay, near the old stagecoach road.
When someone tells you “manners maketh the man,” they’re probably inclined to lecture you about etiquette. When the hero of “Kingsman: The Secret Service” tells you that, he’s about to smash a glass in your face and beat you and your entire group of friends within an inch of your lives.
The clash between environmental and energy reality versus idealism reached a crossroads in Denver this week when the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission (FERC) convened in a technical conference on Feb. 25.
A teacher at heart, I’m always on the lookout for young adult and children’s books that can be used with the classroom curriculum. This week’s picture book, intended for ages 4 to 8, is an example.
As I mentioned in the last Spotlight, I have just gotten back from a trip to New Mexico to see my grandson and great-grandchildren. It was interesting to see that part of the country and learn more about where everyone lived and what it looked like. I really enjoyed catching up on what was happening in the lives of those I visited. It is so much more interesting when you hear in person and can see the expressions on their faces and interact with them, especially the little kids. My great-grandson Airoughn (pronounced Aaron) and his sister, Maddisyn, showed us the dances they were doing in dance class.
The last year was a hard one for my family, and I know several of my friends are having difficulties right now. I am by no means an expert in psychology, but I do have some coping skills that I would like to share with you.
The more advanced a civilization becomes, the farther it gets from the real world.
This past week I have been listening to the sounds of the birds here at Pipi’s Pasture. Some of their songs seem to be heralding spring. So that has gotten me to think about other sounds around us, most so familiar that we may take them for granted. This week’s column is dedicated to the sounds around us.
Imagine a world where you could shop for medical procedures the way you shop for computers. Most likely, price is near the top of your list when you’re looking for a new computer. Not so when the “product” is a hip replacement or an MRI. Generally, what the procedure costs is largely irrelevant. And doctors will make the decision about where the surgery will take place.
Earlier this month, the Super Bowl finished off the pro football season to the consternation of sports junkies, and this weekend comes the equivalent of the Big Game for cinephiles. The 87th Academy Awards will include just as many gripes and pleasant surprises alike as the best in film for 2014 are honored.
I spot them as soon as they enter a restaurant: weary, shoes untied, crumbs littering their clothing. They remove their sunglasses, rub the bridges of their noses and order with little interest; then they smooth out a wrinkled map or peer at a digital version on their cell phones. Road trippers.
I recently accompanied my son to Denver for a College Preview Day where I learned seven things over the course of a day-long tour and seminar that have adjusted my perspective on how we view our most precious and productive resource: