Most of Alabama has been suffering from a severe drought for months now, but I’m pretty sure that’s over after the last two weeks. Between the heavy rains we got the last week of January and more rain on Sunday, with accumulations of two to three inches or more both times, and another storm that is going to be coming in Friday and lasting through the weekend, dumping another estimated two inches, I don’t think we have to worry about the drought anymore.
Poor Alli loves to run through the pasture behind the house, chasing a ball or one of her Kongs, or just running for the joy of it. But the ground is so saturated that she winds up covered with mud. So when it is this wet, I take her out in the front yard, which has more grass. That gives her less room to run in, and I still have to wipe her down with a towel before I bring her in, so she doesn’t leave tracks everywhere. Cheer up, girl, this won’t last forever.
I have been busy writing, and I think I am close to the halfway point of Big Lake Accident. I say I think, because I never know exactly how long one of my books is going to be. As I always told my reporters during my days publishing small town newspapers in Arizona and on the Pacific Northwest coast, write enough to tell the full story without scrimping and don’t worry about the length. It’s a formula that’s always worked for me.
Besides being busy with end of the year paperwork and getting things ready for our accountant to file our income taxes, and all the other things she does to keep our home and business running smoothly, Terry has been trying to get a project set up on her Louet Spring II loom. She’s been away from weaving for way too long and has to get familiar with it again. It doesn’t help that her cats love the loom, with its many strings and cords, and are always trying to crawl into or on it and messing things up. I’m not sure how she’s going to overcome that challenge, and neither is she. A couple of times she has had to close them in their room so she can get anything done.
I mentioned in a blog a while back that it is hunting season around here and showed you a picture of a deer someone had harvested that only had antlers on one side of its head. Our son Travis doesn’t hunt, but he recently acquired a set of trophy antlers that a dog or some other critter left in his yard. It almost looks like somebody was going to have it mounted, though part of the antlers on one side seems to have been gnawed off. When you live in the country, you never know what you’re going to find when you walk out the door.
And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us. Sometimes life provides the laughs for us.
Thought For The Day – You may piss a lot of people off when you start doing what’s best for you.