Our three-year-old must have been going through some kind of past-life storming the beach at Normandy trauma while her mother, brother and I were trying to eat.
We were in public … at a busy restaurant.
We are finally getting some relief from the hot humid days that plagued us for several weeks here in Nodaway County. The cool front that moved through our area this past weekend not only brought us some much needed rain, even as "spotty" as it was, but cool temperatures that seem almost cold in the early morning hours and late evenings. It is a welcome change after watching the corn leaves roll up tight and the soybeans go almost dormant with the blooms drying up and falling off.
Her name is Bear.
And each day she helps heal the aching throb that pounds my chest and the heaviness that weighs on my soul.
Mark Twain attributed it to Benjamin Disraeli, the 19th Century British prime minister.
"Figures often beguile me," Twain wrote, "particularly when I have the arranging of them myself; in which case the remark attributed to Disraeli would often apply with justice and force: 'There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics,'” he said in “Chapters from My Autobiography” published in the North American Review in 1906.
There is an old joke that sets the tone for today's observations.
It concerns the pair of overtly faithful elderly matrons sitting in the front pew at the church, launching loud "amens" as the impassioned preacher extolled the evils of smoke and drink and whatever else may have come to mind at the time.
A Russian spy ring was arrested in suburban New Jersey a few weeks ago, and the CIA is still trying to figure out how much damage they may have done to the United States.
Generally speaking, we have experienced some pretty nice weather this past week compared to areas just to our south like Kansas City. Although we had several days of periodic showers, we did not receive the amount that they have.
I was watching financial TV one evening and a popular commercial jogged my memory.
What follows is classic example of encroaching senility.
If you’re a farm worker, it’s likely that you’re busy right now. The spring planting season has ended, but the farm work has only begun. As you cultivate a bountiful harvest, we at Social Security want to remind all farmers to help cultivate future retirement and disability protection for any farm workers hired.
The older I get, the harder it is to excite me. Sad, but true!
We are experiencing a period of beautiful spring weather here in Nodaway County with warm temperatures and finally missing some chances of rain.
It was like a scene from “Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.”
Except it was in the kitchen, my husband looked like he’d been shot and the dog was drinking beer.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Here it is, Tax Day minus two, and counting.
Yes, April 15 rolls around Thursday.
The craze is upon us again.
Dancing with the Stars and American Idol are both well under way.
Our weather is a little bit more like normal, if there is such a thing as normal in Missouri, for the early part of April here in Nodaway County. We had a pretty nice week of warm temperatures, gusty winds, and not too much moisture.
Just when I thought I might be on a roll, on the path to attaining some degree of at least regional acclaim as a serious columnist — one worthy of being looked forward to with real anticipation every week — poof, my bubble was burst, from several directions.
I’m writing this on April Fool's Day. That may not be the best day in the year to concentrate on writing — what with dodging all the jokes thrown at you and all — but I decided it's an opportune time to share with you an April Fool's joke that was played on me a few years back.
We are finally supposed to have nearly a full week of nice spring weather before our next chance of rain this coming weekend.
The instructions clearly stated, “Quick & Easy Assembly.”
Clearly, they were insane.
I upended the bag and no fewer than 63 pieces fell onto the table.
