I just finished mowing the lawn. And my word, it is dry out there! I stepped in a few holes, noticed large cracks in the ground and the dust was unreal. In the 8 years we have lived here, I have never seen this before. The lawn that is under the tree in the front is really starting to die. The other side (where there is no tree) seems to be doing okay. I am thinking that the tree must be soaking up what little water is in the ground and leaving nothing for the grass. I adjusted the amount of time the sprinkler zones water from 4 minutes to 10 minutes. Maybe that will save my lawn. I am surprised the Trugreen guy hasn’t given me a big lecture. And, by the way, he doesn’t do rain dances. It isn’t in his contract.
I really feel sorry for all the farmers this year. It must be heartbreaking to put all your money in the ground and then watch the crops die. We have a few farmers on my Dad’s side of the family. My parents and farming cousins all live in a rural town in southwestern Oklahoma. When I was up there this past spring, the drought was just beginning. I went to church(Baptist) with my parents and the Preacher called all the men to the front of the church. They all got on their knees and, man, did they pray for rain. The effects of a drought do not touch us city folk like it touches the farmers. They depend on the forces of nature in a way we don’t understand. I was so touched by their prayer. So, I started adding rain to my daily prayers. I know that God has a plan with this drought and we have to trust that he will provide, but it still hurts to watch all those farmers suffer.
Back to mowing the lawn. So, my husband tells me that he is has been called to fly out to Atlanta this weekend. Long story short, he can’t mow the lawn. Now, he doesn’t point this out to me. I realize in the midst our conversation that he cannot get the lawn mowed. So I say, “Well, I guess I will mow the lawn tonight.” He immediately starts protesting and insisting that he can get it done. I explain to him that he can’t mow in the dark and if we let it go any longer, we are going to lose the dogs and children in the high grass. As he was walking out the door, he was still begging me not to do it. Now I want to know, what is so wrong with me mowing the lawn? Aren’t I doing him a favor? I have not broken the lawn mower in the past and I am pretty sure that I am not capable of breaking it. By his overreaction, I have to conclude he thinks I am stealing his manhood or something. I certainly would not think he was stealing my womanhood if he did some laundry or cleaned a bathroom.
I recently found these cups at Wal-mart. I LOVE them. They are insulated and they have a straw. Thanks to my grinding, I have worn copious amounts of the enamel off my teeth. Therefore, I prefer to drink a cold drink with a straw. For the longest time, I was using my cup from the hospital- you know, the one with the long bendy straw. But the straw broke. I don’t think those cups are meant to last. But you think they would after all that money you spend at the hospital! On the last trip, the bill pre-insurance was $60,000. I think we spent $15,000 and all I got to take home was that cup. Oh, and we also took home our Ben-Ben. I guess he is kind of priceless.
So, next week I am starting my new job (part-time). I am very excited. But I can’t tell you what it is yet. It has not been officially announced. So, you will have to tune in next week.
I am about to review this book. It is a Catholic fiction novel. I am looking forward to reading it. In the back of my mind, I have always wanted to read some catholic fiction. I just never put any effort to actually finding it. And then John Eklund contacted me and asked if I would review his book. So, I didn’t have to put any effort into it! It just showed up in my mail box. I have some selfish reasons for wanting to review it. I think that if I ever wrote anything for real, it would probably be a fiction book. But the idea of writing something that I totally make up that has to be interesting to other people is quite overwhelming. Especially since it a book is longer than 1000 words. Maybe this book will inspire me.
So, for those of you who don’t know, I run a home child care business. I am the lone employee. And yes, I do this in my home. I am fully aware that I am insane. I have five little clients ages 4 and under. They keep me busy and they are my daily lesson on how to have more patience. I must have prayed for patience at some point in my life and now God has provided me with 5 ongoing daily lessons. At any rate, this Wednesday, I decided that the baby needed some space. I have been unable to convince my two toddlers that the baby is not a toy and that if he is in the swing, they do not need to push him. Or steal his pacifier. Or give him enormous amounts of toys. So, I put up some gates to divide the house into two parts- one for the baby and one for the toddlers. The preschoolers can play with the toddlers or join the baby if the toddlers are picking on them or if they want to play with toys that are not appropriate for toddlers. I have to say that this is the most genius idea that I have ever had. All the little people seem much happier for their separate little spaces. And I am no longer pulling my hair out trying to convince the toddlers that the baby is not a doll. In fact, this idea has had such tremendous success that I have decided to put up sturdier gates that require me to drill holes in the wall. Now, if only I can get my husband to tell me where he has hidden the drill bits…