No, not really, but with all the crazy torrential down pours we have had lately it feels like it. Every where in North Texas has had between 5-10 inches in a week! If we had grass, it might not be too bad, but we don't. Instead we have nasty black clay that only knows two types of saturation. That is either so dry I have literally 2 inch wide 18 inch deep cracks or so muddy water squeezes out when you step on it. There is NO in between. Needless to say that 6 inches of rain turned my yard into a river with my house becoming an island. I felt bad for our ducks, oops I mean chickens. They learned to stay up high! The hens look so drowned after a couple days of pouring rain that we put them in the garage to dry off. I was smart this time though in how I set up the cage so the mess was much better contained than the last time. Not only did it rain a horrendous amount, but then an artic front came through turning everything to ice, which of course resulted in the loss of electricity. I will say though that in the year and a half of living in the country that this was the first time BAD weather knocked out the power........... usually it goes out on nice sunny days! Oh, life in the country.
On a more somber note, my Cherokee grandmother passed away this week. I am both happy and sad. I am sad because I did not really know her very well. My family is not very good about keeping up with extended family. My father did go see her every week for as long as I can remember, but we never really went with him, even when we were children and my mom NEVER went. My grandmother was always a happy person and always missed my grandfather greatly. Her husband passed away in 1982, which sounds like a long time ago and it is (but not too long ago because hey I was around), but he was born in 1907 and was 75 at his passing. My grandmother was 95 this year (they were about 15 years apart). Women in my family tend to live a long life. My only other living grandparent is my other grandma who is still kicking at 98 (her mom lived to 103). The poor men die early, in fact, 75 was the oldest (sorry C and T). I am much closer to my husband's family, with whom we make great efforts to see on a somewhat regular basis. My family is obviously much older than his. My own parents are closer to his grandparents age than his parents and my grandparents are about his great grandparents age. I am sad I was never able to be as close them as I am to my husband's family, but I am so happy that my grandmother may finally see my grandfather again. Never take the people you love for granted. My husband may argue that I said that, but making him till the garden is NOT taking him for granted....Sorry honey it has to be done!
We have been very fortunate lately. Somehow we have managed to thwart the flu. Okay, it might have something to do with my crazy germaphob constant hand washing self, who has also been constantly armed with Lysol disinfectant, but I guess we will never know. All I know is we aren't sick so I will keep up with my crazy ways. :)
Sorry this update took so long! My husband has been impatiently waiting.......I try to remind him that he is here for what happens, but apparently he also likes to read it!
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| A won third place in an art contest with this painting. |
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| Not to be outdone by her sister L made her own painting. |
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| Hmmmm.....the website didn't mention the cool stripes on the sides of T's new glasses! |
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| Lovely impromptu lake in the backyard. |
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| Ice made for pretty pictures......and downed power lines. |
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| Those are frozen rye seeds stuck to the fence. Like little frozen tumbleweeds. |
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| D and A stretching together after their workout. |
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