random thoughts?

All I have are random thoughts because I cannot think in a coherent logic pattern for more than a few minutes after the near catastrophic events of this week.

I know that there are readers in Egypt that think that a few inches of snow and ice are trifling matters but they can’t read this because their internet has been shut down. So I shall proceed.

I hate it when I feel like the weather is out to kill me. Whether dodging random icicle strikes or hoping my car doesn’t slide off in the ditch while going out in the middle of a storm because I am jonesing for a tastee freeze at the 7/11, it all takes a toll on me. It was the same while farming. I always felt like the weather was out to get me. Dry when it should be wet; wet when it should be dry, I knew that the weather gods had conspired against me and sooner or later I would pay the ultimate price.

We got 4 inches of snow yesterday without any warning. I like weather without warning. It is so much easier to get through. It snowed. We decided that it was too deep to go to dinner with friends. We canceled the dinner date and went on with our lives.  So much better than doom and gloom; doom and gloom; doom and gloom; and then it hits.

I have decided to take a December view of the weather. Remember December when the 1^st snows come. All peaceful and white; a soft blanket covering the world, decorating the leafless trees with nature’s beauty; we love December snows. How many of us put pictures on facebook of unique snow drifts, snow covered pines, our stupid dogs catching flakes in their mouths? Guilty. No from now on, I feel blessed by the snow and right now my cup runneth over.  And as my grandmother used to say when the supper cup runneth over, “don’t cry over a little spilt milk.”  Actually she said “stop yappin and go get a towel. It ain’t going to clean itself.” But I remember too clearly.

Is it wrong to play Wii boxing with your wife? She challenged me.  I wasn’t looking for trouble. It found me.

If organic foods are good for you, why won’t the mouse in our house eat the organic peanut butter I have put on the mouse trap. If I put a little jif on there and viola problem will be solved. Now he is coming out taunting me like Stuart Little driving his little toy car down to the McDonalds drive-thru getting a big mac, large order of fries, and strawberry shake. Maybe he will get stuck on Lake Shore drive and die of exposure.  That will teach him not to live a simpler life.

Recommendation; read “Have a Little Faith; a True Story” by Mitch Albom. It does as good a job showing the long road to changing and becoming who we were meant to be. Two thumbs up.

Recommendation; Keep a dryer sheet handy so when your spouse gives you an amorous come hither look just pull it out and wipe it across their mouth and viola that nasty static shock you get when kissing in the house in February disappears and cupid can have his way. Of course, you may be challenged to a Wii boxing match. Evergreen scent is best. Minty.

If all of Texas were to get electric cars would it give new meaning to rolling brown outs when the electricity was cut because of lack of generating capacity.

Why would a government that allows the release of genetically modified alfalfa get all concerned about how much salt is in our diets to the extent that they are prepared to pressure food companies to make stuff we don’t want to eat because it is tasteless? Because, you have to eliminate enough producers so that you can pressure the ones that are left. This policy along with all other ag policies of the past 70 years has promoted consolidation allowing policy makers to force the few remaining producers to do what is “best” for us.

Finally, this was the first big snow storm for Bev and I while experiencing empty nest. It went fine but the dogs started to get nervous when I came home and announced that the grocery was out of eggs, bread, and milk.

Take Care

Roger