Grass in the Road!

Grass in the road ~
Grass in the road ~
Why on earth is there
Grass in the road?


I've noticed a growing trend here in the country.  When folks mow their yards, they blow the grass into the road and leave it there!  I don't mean just that last pass that shoots a little grass into the road.  This is more like...these guys somehow manipulate every bit of the cut grass into the road, and often to a point that you can't even see the road all the way across.  It makes me CRAZY!  I park in a covered deck at work and on a really wide concrete driveway at home, yet the back of my car has grass cuttings all over it from DRIVING?  I'm sorry, that's just wrong. 

I took the car to the lazer wash yesterday, mainly to get the stuck GRASS washed off of it.  Then on my way from the car wash to the post office, I came to yet another long patch of grass cuttings in the road!  To avoid the bulk of the mess, I had to drive on the wrong side of the road for several yards.  There was no oncoming traffic, so that's exactly what I did.  Shoot, my car wasn't even good and dry yet.

Grass in the road ~
Grass in the road ~
I'd like to smack the guy who put that
Grass in the road!

Running of the ... Beagles?

Living in the country is so peaceful - at least it's peaceful 98% of the time.  Take today, for example.  We went to church, came home, ate lunch...and I napped.  Later on I headed outside to take care of a cat-related chore or two.  As soon as I opened the door to go out, the quiet day turned into a chaotic beagle concert and occasional gun shots.  That makes me crazy, because it means someone's hunting fairly nearby.  I immediately thought of the twin fawns that have been visiting our yard the past week or so (I think they like our muscadines), and I couldn't help but wonder if their mother was safe.  No, I don't really think beagles are used to hunt deer, but still...what hunter could resist a deer trophy should the opportunity present itself?  Grrr. 

School Daze

My granddaughter began her second grade journey just a few days ago.  I thought about her all day on Wednesday, the first day of school, and hoped she was enjoying her new school and beginning to make a new friend or two.  I learned later that night that she didn't much enjoy the first day, probably due to being painfully shy and being unfamiliar with her surroundings.  By Friday, though, she was enjoying school.

With each passing school year, my granddaughter (and other children) will be methodically gaining and storing knowledge.  Sadly, though, they'll also be losing more and more of their precious innocense.  With all the peer pressure, puberty and temptations facing our nation's youth, I really wish God hadn't been expelled from our schools.  I fear for my grandchildren and for their children as God is pushed further and further away and an "anything goes" lifestyle becomes more and more the norm.

And while I'm in a fearful mode just now, I truly fear for America.  Our children are our future.  If they grow up to be immoral drones, how will our country fare under their leadership?  Speaking of leadership--we don't have much now, at least not the right kind.  Okay, enough of that for one night.

Til next time...

If I Had a Clone...

Wouldn't it be grand to have a clone? 

Oh, the possibilities!  Of course there are the obvious tasks that I'd assign to my clone - like housework, workwork, Christmas shopping, doctor appointments, exercise (which of course would make MY body look better - I AM dreaming, you know), and just basically taking care of anything I don't especially feel like doing myself. 

Okay, so I have a clone to do my bidding.  What's left for me to do?  Sleep til noon? Read everything I can get my hands on?  Go back to school?  Travel the world?  (Wow, I hope my clone has a really good job.)  Finally learn to paint and play the guitar? Volunteer at the homeless shelter or at a nursing home?  All those things would be wonderful...but remember the old saying that goes something like "All work and no play makes somebody or other a dull boy?"  Would that also be true the other way around?  All play and no work?  Would the play be fun and special without the work as a counterbalance of sorts?  If I didn't work to earn the play, would I have an appreciation for the latter?  I think probably not. 

But still...maybe a parttime clone would be nice.  I wouldn't mind sharing my housework.  I'm generous that way.

Til next time...

Beginning Smidgen...

Poor Myrna (a character I brought to life a few years ago) has been standing in line at McDonald's with a gun in her back for at least two years.  Hubby Bob, dressed in nothing but his cowboy boots and wrapped like a burrito in a comforter, has been waiting for Myrna in his big ol' truck, parked next to a dumpster in McDonald's' parking lot.  Why I left them in their respective places is beyond me.  Writing and I are like that - we have a period of busy-ness and then pffft - nothing. 

I'm hopeful that this blog will help me at least get SOME amount of writing done every day.  If I can manage 100 words a day, as I did when Myrna was first created, maybe I can revive some amount of creativity. 

So, look for who-knows-what here.  No promises of grandeur.  Just, well, smidgens of this and that. 

~~Vickie