We have been getting sufficient amounts of rain lately. Flash flood warnings are quite rare for the area but there is no doubt now that it can happen. Our soil is saturated and any thing now will have to run somewhere. Next month we will be begging for a drop of water.
We lost my older sister this weekend. Marilyn died Saturday. She lived in Washington State with her husband LeRoy Schmit. It was a shock and unexpected. You always think there is time for another visit, phone call or note. There may not be. I have a younger sister, Lori Ommen, who with me will be the remaining siblings at this point.
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What exactly is junk?
Junk is something you throw away three weeks before you need it.
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Off the seventh tee, Joe sliced his shot deep into a wooded ravine. He took his eight iron and clambered down the embankment in search of his lost ball. After many long minutes of hacking at the underbrush, he spotted something glistening in the leaves. As he drew nearer, he discovered that it was an eight iron in hands of a skeleton!
Joe immediately called out to his friend, “Jack, I’ve got trouble down here!”
“What’s the matter?” Jack asked from the edge of the ravine.
“Bring me my wedge,” Joe shouted. “You can’t get out of here with an eight iron!”
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“What we need are more people who specialize in the impossible.” – Theodore Roethke –
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Have a good week.
