Let me begin the week by wishing someone special a very happy birthday! Our youngest son, Brad, was born, thirty-one years ago, today. Brad was a very welcomed surprise addition to the family, and our family wouldn’t be the same without him. Delivering Brad proved to be difficult (10 lbs, 9 oz. natural childbirth), but raising Brad was easy. He was a delightful, easy-going, baby and child, always willing to go along with whatever his siblings wanted to do.
Brad made good grades in school (except for the year he refused to do a required project, and had to repeat the class), and worked his way through high school and college, at a local bank, paying most of his tuition costs, himself. Brad’s easy-going personality kicked into overdrive during adolescence, and he got along well with everyone. My chief complaints with Brad, as a teen, were these: his room was always a mess, he was tardy to high school a lot, and he was [and still is] a procrastinator.
The years have flown by, and now our baby boy is a grown man with a family of his own. In fact, we took note, this weekend, when we celebrated his birthday a little early, that, on this birthday, Brad is [almost] one-half as old as his mama! I celebrated my 31st birthday, shortly after giving birth to him.
Happy Birthday, Brad!
In other news, I’m happy to report that Ed mowed down most of our garden over the weekend! I don’t know which one of us was the happiest to see it go, but it’s gone. The last of our tomatoes are in the kitchen, still waiting to be canned, but, after that, we’re done! Look out beach, here we come–as soon as I am able to travel! I haven’t been feeling my best, lately.
Man, this summer heat is really oppressive! Being outside is miserable, unless you go out first thing every morning, which I do. Once I finish with my chores, I just stay inside until late in the afternoons. Ed spends more time outside than I do, but the heat doesn’t seem to bother him as much as it does me. I’m hoping the temperatures will be a little milder under our favorite oak tree at St. Simon’s Island, when I get there. The highs are supposed to be in the upper 90’s all of this week.
We’ve had a couple of news worthy incidents happen in our area, lately. First of all, a few days ago, our oldest son spotted a rattle snake crossing the road beside his house. He ran over the snake with his car, but it didn’t kill it. So he called our son-in-law, who went down and shot it. This makes me nervous, because this is the same road I walk on for exercise! I’m always vigilant, but I’ll need to be extra vigilant from now on!
Late one afternoon, last week, a freak storm blew up. The wind was so gusty, it blew our grandsons’ trampoline out of their yard, and across the road! (the same road with the snake crossing) The trampoline flew up on its way out of the yard, hit the roof of the back porch, and did a little damage there, too. Fortunately, our oldest son was driving his wife’s car that day, or her car would have been parked in the path of the flying trampoline, as well.
Fortunately, the trampoline looked worse than it actually turned out to be. It’s been repaired, and is still usable, thank goodness.
Today has started off with a bang–literally! A family of squirrels recently moved into the pine trees above my windmill/flower garden. They’ve been making quite a mess, while feasting on pine cones each day! This morning, Ed declared war on them by shooting up among the trees with his shotgun–at 7:30 in the morning! Would you believe two of the squirrels actually had the nerve to stay in place after being shot at? They vacated following the second shot, but I’m sure they’ll be back. I got a look at them, and they looked mighty fat and happy!
In other morning excitement, for the second day in a row, we had to give another one of our hens a cold-water bath! (Yes, we bathed a hen before attending church, yesterday!) Actually, in this heat, that cold water felt pretty good to me. Once caught, Mrs. Hen didn’t put up much of a fight while in the cold water, so she may have felt the same way! Hopefully, the second cold bath will be enough to break Mrs. Broody Hen out of her cycle of wanting to sit on eggs. Ah, we live such an adventurous life, don’t we?! With that thought in mind, I’ll close by saying…
Have a great Monday!