Today is Mother's Day and I am home alone. Raindrops dance about on my windowpanes and the wind is picking up. Yet, the sun is shining on my parade today; my girls called from their homes in Denver and Phoenix to wish me a happy holiday.
Everything in my out of door space, especially, the lawn appears to be neglected. The recent rains have hampered works in progress. It is easy to become overwhelmed at this time of the year.
I thought about buying a cow, briefly. And, why did I sell my gaggle of geese? They earned their feed mowing and left behind free fertilizer, as tokens of their appreciation many times before they got to the finish line here.
Saturday, I was putting some tire tracks on this huge shaggy green carpet when the mower stopped. The tank was empty, as well as, both fuel cans. My Sears go-getter was at work, so the mower and I limped to the garage, both, disgusted and squeaking.
They say, "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today." But, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. It would have been silly to blame the tiller, bush- hog or push mower for my shortage of gas. I could not even blame the fat cats that are messing with the pump prices, rather; I blame me, because I lost faith in my driving ability shortly after drivers training. No Dad; I listened to you. I didn't kill anyone. The car sits and so do I.
Paul doesn't claim blame for anything, even though the gas-pump junkie fills the tanks of two vehicles often; he forgets to remember three little words; I need fuel! Am I mad? No, of course not, he remembers to tell me goodbye and goodnight.
Summer will come and if some predictions are accurate, we'll be looking toward the sky for signs of relief that will cool us down and temporarily wash away our complaints. Just not now!
Last week I wrote about a bridal luncheon that was held in Brownsburg to honor Heather McCullough.
In doing so I failed to mention that Heather's maternal grandparents and her mother Jerri Cooper Gooding's parents were the late Leslie and Nancy Cooper formerly of Brazil. I regret the omission.
Heather McCullough and Bryan Walborn will exchange vows on May 31 in Indianapolis. I wish them much happiness.
Our granddaughter Elizabeth Erin Cory, Class of 2008 of Skyline High School, Front Royal, Virginia will graduate June 14.
She is the valedictorian of her class. Elizabeth has been accepted at Virginia Tech.
"Never mistake knowledge for wisdom. One helps you make a living; the other helps you make a life."
I am in no doubt that Lizzie will have no problem following that truth.
Dr. French, you are in the thoughts and prayers of all of your many friends, including the Sartor family.
I can be reached at 446-4852 or drop me a line to 613 North Elm Street, Brazil, Ind., or by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.