He quietly opens the door to his home after a long day of work. He walks as lightly as he can to the kitchen where he puts his lunch box on the counter. He peers into the living room and spots the love of his life on the couch with her eyes closed. He doesn’t want to disturb her, so he moves slowly and silently around the house.
It’s Tuesday morning and I’m hurrying to get my daughter and myself out the door. We quickly walk in the building and can already hear laughing and the hum of conversation. There’s people sitting at tables drinking coffee and in the kitchen there’s a crew of people prepping food. We are welcomed with smiles and our names being called. The small crew gives us hugs and we get right to work.
The wait for Sept. 5 was filled with so many emotions. Emotions that the people who brought it on us could care less about. There were the people with family members receiving medical treatments who didn’t know what they would do without their insurance.
Every day I see the final house that my grandma lived in. The old cabin that for 30 years was a one room cabin until the addition in the 1970s that gave her an indoor bathroom and a bedroom. She didn’t sleep in the bedroom when I was around though. Her bed was still in the main room and she let my uncle have the bedroom.
“I cross my heart and promise to give all I’ve got to give to make all your dreams come true. In all the world, you’ll never find, a love as true as mine.” George Straight serenaded me as I stared at my husband in our pickup. This song flooded my heart with memories of our wedding where I sang this song to my husband. What a beautiful sentiment to want to make someone’s dreams come true.
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 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.
Mistakes. A mistake is defined as an incorrect, unwise or unfortunate act or decision caused by bad judgment or a lack of information or care. Everyone makes mistakes. Some just have longer lasting effects not only for yourself, but for those around you.
We have a horse named Shot O’ Whiskey — we call him Whiskey for short, which is a little playful. He is very curious and not fearful of much. He’s only three now, so he can be pretty immature. He comes to me and will let me pet him if I stroke his ego with telling him how handsome he is. For the most part, he doesn’t like a lot of people except for my daughter and my husband. He is pretty social with them and our dogs.
Fair is always my favorite time of year. I think for me, it rates right up there with Christmas. It just has nostalgia to it from camping down at the fairgrounds and spending days on end with friends, to showing off all the hard work that has gone into projects and hopefully getting awards for all that hard work.