She’s off her meds again – After a very cold May the temperatures went up to the 90s. A week ago we were barely bumping 60 and yesterday it was 92 with maybe one day of seasonal (76 degrees) weather in between. This is spring in the east this year. Mother Nature has truly been neurotic.
What a doofus! – Last year when I was cleaning my pond I saw little critters that had a tail with a big head. It wasn’t a tadpole but I wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was some aquatic life form that I didn’t recognize in its larvae stage. I returned them to the pond. With all the talk of Zika something started nagging me at the back of my head. I googled (that God for him!) mosquitoes and those little critters that I so lovingly took care of were mosquito larvae. The good news is that both frogs and fish eat them. We never have a mosquito problem around the pond. Live and learn.
Have we come to this? – I stopped at a different grocery store to pick up a few items. On my way out I passed the baby formula. It was locked in a big case like gold bullion at Fort Knox. You needed an employee with a key to buy it. People steal it. It has street value. Who would have thought that? I understand (but don’t condone) stealing baby formula when you have a hungry baby and no food. To steal it to make big bucks is beyond my comprehension. Who raised these people?
Speaking of that – I overheard a parent coaching a child to lie about something they did so there would be no fine or consequence. Do parents do that because they don’t want to be inconvenienced? No trips to a parole officer? No fines for the parent to pay (because we never make the child pay)? Is it ever right to tell a child to lie about something significant? (Ok, we all said we didn’t chop down the cherry tree at least once.) In my house there were consequences. My parents never “rescued” me. You learn the most from the painful lessons. You don’t learn when there are no consequences.
Let’s end with my parents – I planted flowers on my parent’s grave. It’s a custom in our area. As I walked the cemetery the names brought back many memories. It’s a church cemetery so I knew many of the families buried there. Parents of friends I grew up with were there along with relatives and even some friends. I got a sense of nostalgia and a mix of feelings I can’t describe. Some memories, some sadness and wishing for that one more day with my folks.
So how was your week?