Okay, now I feel like a dispatcher at a business. Yesterday was truly one of those busy days that make you appreciate the slower winter days. After I delivered sandwiches to JW and Luke before they left for the baseball game, I picked up the neighbor kids and my two younger kids and delivered everyone to their respective homes. At 4 pm, Bobby headed south to Reading to JW's game. At 4:45 pm, I delivered Jake to his scrimmage where upon I found a ride home for him since I would be milking when he was finished. One of the dad's offered before I even asked, he knew it was milking time. I came home and Sarah and I started chores. Then at 7 pm, Sarah and the neighbor girl walked down to another neighbors to attend a 4-H meeting. At 7:15 pm, Nana and Joann, Bobby's mother and step grandmother arrived from Georgia. I immediately dispatched them to the ball field where Jake was playing so they could see a little of his baseball savvy in action and to bring him home. Bobby arrived home with Luke at 7:30 pm. I put Luke to work, dispatched Bobby to go pick JW up from the school and go over to see Nana and Joann at the ball field. Sarah arrived home after the 4-H meeting and shortly thereafter, Bobby, Nana, Joann, JW and Jake all pulled to HQ. After we finished up chores, we listened to Jake tell us about his scrimmage blow by blow and enjoyed fresh from the oven sweetrolls and cold, creamy milk. Now do you understand why I feel like a dispatcher? I need a CB and a handle!
By Melissa Hart News isnāt news anymore, itās drama used as a weapon to stir up emotions and fuel our hatred for the opposite, polarizing point of view. I used to watch it religiously, but now I rarely spend my time or energy on it. If I were to believe what they tell me, every convenience store would be in a state of robbery, every country leader would qualify to be institutionalized and race would be the basis of every decision from friendship to farm loans. I just got back from a trip to Texas and witnessed the opposite of what you see on any media source. I saw vast farm fields full of fertile soil getting ready to grow cotton, rice, corn and beans. Vibrant farm towns were still in existence with pick-up trucks parked outside of local diners packed full on a Saturday night. I drove thru Clear Fork Coffee Company in Albany, Texas for a great cup of coffee and a Texas Cheater that hit the spot. Kind people were the trend not the exception. I missed the trash can wi...
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