I heard a prayer on Monday asking the Good Lord to let up on the rain, acknowledging of course we are grateful for the abundant rain we’ve received.
Very rarely would I even consider bringing up a prayer given at a government meeting.
But I sure don’t think twice about asking God for the rain to let up.
Or to rain more, if the conditions show that’s needed.
I won’t whine about our lawnmower’s gross dereliction of duty.
By the mower not mowing, the grass keeps growing and the mosquitos are showing up for dining bright and early.
One of my duties – and I’m certainly not whining about those – is taking the dogs outside.
Depending on how bad they need to go, I and my furry friends are in complete agreement for them to stay on the concrete around the carport and the driveway.
They don’t like the demon bugs and we’ve all decided there’s more of them in the grass.
By the way, if I seem to write about the heat/rain/mosquitos/ it’s because all of the above have my complete attention.
I noticed my friend John Sample who writes the business column for this paper is irritated because now that we have passed the summer solstice the days become incrementally shorter.
We’re the same age and our fathers also were close in age as well.
His father also imparted how the days after the solstice grow shorter observation.
I did the same with my sons but I don’t think they cared, or didn’t care enough to make a big deal out of it.
I don’t guess I brought up to my readers that I will be a great-grandfather – first of the year somewhere I’m told.
I’m excited, just as I was when the announcements came that I would be become a grandfather – and a father before that.
I never knew any of my grandparents, nor my great-granparents, so it’s a big deal for me.
