It didn’t take long for the New Year “mad bomb” to go off! The news is full of people and groups who are mad and we all know that anger has no respect for New Year’s resolutions. A group in Oregon is proposing that the federal government needs to change its thinking on matters with regard to how ranchers manage the land they use. Groups concerned with police shootings and how colleges teach are also mad and have taken to the streets (and social media) to make their case.
A new year means a renewed enthusiasm for our mission and seeing our plans come to fruition. Craig/Moffat Economic Development Partnership has been planning for 2016 for many months, and our board of directors is ready to put those ambitious goals into action.
“Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.” That expression works for adults but not so well for children. How can we possibly walk a mile in our children’s shoes, especially if our children can’t walk?
I didn’t know what to expect family-wise when it came to meals for the Christmas holiday. If the weather was decent, there was the possibility that we’d have one son and family just before Christmas or the other son and family Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. So I fixed a couple of salads and baked a ham and had other dishes in mind just in case.
There’s a state law on the books in Colorado that makes it illegal for a sheepherder to abandon his sheep without notice.
One morning this week I met Cricket’s heifer calf when I walked onto the feedlot. (Cricket is one of the twin cows that I have written about previously. I held her heifer back when we sold calves this fall.) She waited for me to walk up to her, made eye contact, and stood there staring — actually glaring — at me. I got the message even though she can’t say a word.
The following quote from Learning to Wait: An Advent Meditation (Richard Beck) sums up many of my thoughts and confusion regarding Advent, Christmas and Epiphany: “…Last year during Advent I noticed a lot of blog posts, Facebook updates and Twitter tweets lamenting people singing Christmas carols during Advent.
Long stints of intensive conversation, bloodshed that’s a little too stylish to be realistic, music from movies that have little to do with the subject matter onscreen — if you didn’t already know who made “The Hateful Eight,” you could probably hazard a guess based on these traits.
I read “Christmas Bells,” a novel by Jennifer Chiaverini, during the holiday break, and even if the Christmas season is over, I decided to review the book anyway. In writing the novel, Chiaverini has woven historical and contemporary fiction together. It’s fascinating.
This year Christmas and the New Year worked really well on Friday but next year could be a difficult. Not that I am looking forward to next Christmas, but each will fall on a Sunday! That’s going to be really weird unless our employers do some creative calendaring between now and next year. Imagine going back to work the day after Christmas or starting school the Monday after New Year’s Day! It would be really weird and mostly depressing.
Christmas is over. The gift wrapping is in the garbage. The leftovers are in the freezer. The gifts are all being used. The tree is still up though. It will stay lit and decorated through the New Year. Then the holiday season will be completely over.
Adequate movement throughout the school day will build healthy bodies and focused minds. Movement not only produces successful students, but it also prepares children to become healthy adults who will be effective in their careers and model healthy behavior for their own children.
It’s 2016, and we humans have been talking with friends and family about our hopes for the New Year. In fact, we started making predictions regarding this next year’s weather before summer was even over. I guess it’s just human nature.
Northwest Colorado Visiting Nurse Association: New approach addresses behavioral and physical health
There is a strong connection between physical and emotional health and the overall effect that can have on a person’s well-being.
A funny thing happened at the rodeo. I saw the power of prayer.