I went out to the farm again yesterday because our internet went out…again! Another call to Frontier…another scheduled visit from a tech. The last time he told us there was nothing more he could do for us and we really don’t have much of a choice out here. We are paying for something we aren’t getting so we’re going to have to have a little chit chat with the business office next week.

As I sat in my grandma’s chair and looked out her window, I couldn’t help but wonder how she would have handled this unprecedented event. My grandma didn’t have a bad word to say about anyone, but she also didn’t suffer a fool. If you crossed her or stepped out of your lane, she was darn quick to let you know about it. She did it with great finesse. 

There seems to be a perfect storm of sorts right now and people are having a hard time being civil with one another. It’s always been worse on social media because the bullies are used to hiding behind a screen. There’s a new twist now…now it’s spilled over into the every day world. My friend Aimee was over it yesterday. She posted a rant about treating people with respect…and that includes the people in service industries…especially young people working for minimum wage. I am so proud my husband was gentle with the girl that served him without a mask or gloves. There are some who would have gone on a full out meltdown. Another friend, Gail, said she was over all this name calling and angry outbursts at each other.

I know this is a difficult time. I have been busy hiding ugly posts from sources I never want to see again. I’ve caught myself getting testy with people from time to time. It’s just all so overwhelming, but there is no excuse for abhorrent behavior. I don’t want to be part of the problem. I want to be part of the change…the movement back toward goodness and kindness. I want to be an example of love and light. I want to be more like Jesus in everything I do.

Today is Daughter #1’s birthday. It’s the first one I have missed in a very long time and I am saddened by that. Forty-six years I’ve been a mother. She and I grew up together…we learned together. I swear, I have no idea how she survived my parenting because I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I raised her in Colorado…far from my mom and my grandma. For a while, it was just the two of us. Those were some of the most difficult days of my life…being a single mother with a preschooler….far, far from home. At the same time, they were our foundation. It’s how she became a rock. She had no choice but to be strong. It was a survival skill. Anyway, I miss her terribly. I miss all my Colorado peeps.

We had a heck of a storm blow through here last evening. Everything turned this incredible yellowy, pinkish orange color and the rain just poured. It didn’t last long, but it surely gave the ground a nice drink. Our earth is so parched, cracks are forming. The rain came down so hard it couldn’t even go in the gutters…it just flew over the top of them.

Today won’t be quite so hot which will be a welcome break. Maybe the internet will work long enough to make some headway on these taxes. Time is running out.

❤️

“Don’t be hateful to people, just because they are hateful to you. Rather, be good to each other and to everyone else.”

1 Thessalonians 5:15 CEV