Sometimes, when I look at economic statistics, I am agog by the billions of dollars spent in this country.
Have no fear: I am most definitely not talking about specific political platforms that have Social Security and Medicare in their crosshairs.
I’m talking about the $10.6 billion dollars, spent just this year, on…
Each year, as the lightest tinge of green is seen filigreed across the tops of trees, proclaiming the end of the long, winter months, my favorite thing in the world is to be awakened by the dawn chorus of bird song that continues as I walk to the barn and serenades me through all the early morning chores.
What the world needs now is love, sweet love…
and Honey Badgers.
Nothing drove the point home of what a country bumpkin I am than reading a recent survey which suggests the average American woman owns 25 pairs of shoes.
Twenty-five.
I own six.
And two pairs are riding boots and one pair are muck boots (insulated for the winter, mind you, and considered quite the luxury).
A few days ago, NASA successfully utilized the world’s first planetary defense technology demonstration and smacked into an asteroid. On their first try.
This was so mind-boggling that it took my attention away from a Tik Tok video featuring an obsessive-compulsive cat.
After ducking and dodging Covid 19 for over two years with double vaccinations and boosters, the virus found furtive opportunity through our church’s congregation and followed us home.
For us, a relatively light case: two days of feeling pretty punky and, as so many experience, fatigue, that was more irritating than anything else.
After ducking and dodging Covid 19 for over two years with double vaccinations and boosters, the virus found furtive opportunity through our church’s congregation and followed us home.
For us, a relatively light case: two days of feeling pretty punky and, as so many experience, fatigue, that was more irritating than anything else.
My English mother often pointed out in photographs of the late Queen Elizabeth II, that “We’re only five years apart,” generally in regard to appearance.
“She’s gone quite gray, hasn’t she?” was one comment. “You know she’s only five years younger than me.”
We’re used to hearing the relentless Ka-BLAM of target shooting gearing up for deer season, and certainly used to the sight of harvested deer, bound to the front of vehicles (“No, Timmy, that’s not Rudolph, stop crying”), or lying in the back of a pickup at our local gas station.
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