Sometimes, I start reading something online, and then it turns out to be a rabbit hole and not a very pretty one, and it disturbs me, and I feel like I ought to say something in the place where I first saw it. Today, no. And seriously, if I could never give in to theContinue reading “Reminder: Do not engage.”
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A few words on a Wednesday morning.
The oldest has a job for a neighbor this summer, and this week is Westmark’s VBS, meaning I can wake up one kid and send him off, then wake up four more kids and drive almost two miles and leave them off, and get three hours — three blessed hours — to myself (though admittedlyContinue reading “A few words on a Wednesday morning.”
Sunset over the Platte, with a bird.
Things I love about summer.
I’m glad the prairie is a place with seasonal change — there’s something about that seasonal change that is invaluable for perspective. And while each season has its high points, somehow I’ve settled into a strong preference for this one. It is missing some good things (*cough* school *cough*) and has some annoyances (ugh, humidity!)Continue reading “Things I love about summer.”
We are God’s disaster bread.
Every year we save a little of the wheat we harvest. My mom, Dianne, has a flour mill, and she grinds the wheat into whole-wheat flour, which she uses to make bread. My mom’s bread is kind of locally famous. If there’s a food event, bread is what she brings. It’s what people expect andContinue reading “We are God’s disaster bread.”
Elon Musk’s string of lights.
Who owns the night sky? I wondered about that while sitting on my deck about a week ago, enjoying the near-perfect weather and delighting in the stars as they unfolded overhead. As I looked up, I noticed a string of star-like lights moving quickly, all in a row, from the southwest to the northeast. MyContinue reading “Elon Musk’s string of lights.”
This — this! — is rural VBS.
It’s Vacation Bible School week at our church. Hope is three miles from a tiny town and five miles from our school town, so not in any town at all. This area is actually riddled with rural churches. If I tip my head to the side, roll my eyeballs oddly, and think for a second,Continue reading “This — this! — is rural VBS.”
All the news that is news.
Leo the gold-plated cat continues his reign as King House Cat. He is in as much as he is out, but as long as we don’t have a recurrence of mice in the house because he’s getting too lazy, I’m going to put up with it. Once in a while I luck out with aContinue reading “All the news that is news.”
Trust.
Last day — Boarding the bus with all the feels (on the part of me). So many changes. We had Dean; now we have Jerry. We had temp checks and masks and assigned seating for family groups; now we have none of that, just a bus ride. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said itContinue reading “Trust.”
Husbandman, the series.
Last Thursday, before it rained, Jeremy was planting soybeans up at his folks’ place. I’ve been taking this photo (and mostly adding this quote to it in some way) off and on since 2014. It’s one of those things that the timing has to be just so to get it to happen. “No husbandman wouldContinue reading “Husbandman, the series.”
This Prairie Life. 