The physical part of us toils to build those things that will protect our family and our families family. We build great walls, homes and structures housing symbols of our faith, our health and our government. We have spared no expense or no amount of labor to insure the safety of those we love. Then a simple thought, a word or even a mere possibility destroys it all....We ought to be ashamed.
Monday, June 27, 2016
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Saturday, June 25, 2016
When I was but three years, two months and thirteen days old the best thing that could ever happen to me happened on this date. Amber was born and twenty three years, one month and fourteen days later we were married. Happy, Happy Birthday My Sweet Amber!!
Friday, June 24, 2016
Well, our house is a home again, Amber is back! Just to let her know how much we love, need and miss her, we left a few subtle reminders here and there. Things like laundry left in dryer for three days because the laundry basket had clean clothes in it that needed folding, clean laundry in the washing machine for three days because there was clothes in the dryer, almost every dish in the house still in dish washer because I hadn't turned it on yet, four days worth of mail left unopened on the table, ball caps laying all over the house and several small pieces of fuzz blowing around on the floor. Amber walked in with a smile on her face and after an exchange of hugs and a little smooching, she went to work. Even Beaux Bo is walking around with a smile on his face. Yep, we are spoiled rotten, but we know how lucky we are.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Poor me! Amber has been gone since Monday and it feels like forever to me and Beaux Bo! Amber doesn't participate in FaceBook (yeah, I know!) so I would ask my loving children and grandchildren not to share my misery with her. I want her to have a good time, relax and wait hand and foot on someone other than Beaux and I for a few days. I did manage to do a little shopping for Amber's Birthday this Sunday and I think I did good. Well, Beaux Bo and I have polished off all the left overs Amber left for us and we have prepared Bologna in every way thinkable...no, wait a minute, what about bologna pizza without any crust?
Here I am, back in the early 50's, never happier than sitting on my little red tractor sporting my Jingo Kid hat and ready to hit the sidewalks in the Projects in Brownwood, Texas. According to my Mom, folks were afraid to occupy the sidewalks when I was out and running. It is said I could reach speeds approaching twenty miles an hour on my well lubricated red tractor (I knew were Dad kept his oil can). Mom said she received complaints almost daily of other children and some adults being chased from the sidewalks. Mom would say she could hear me from all over the neighborhood yelling, "Honk, honk! Move out of the way!" At least I was giving folks a fair warning.