It rained during the night Sunday night and for that we are grateful. It settled the dust a bit and the flowers and the farm crops quickly went about soaking up this lifeblood from heaven. Last week we watched as Tropical Storm Debby dumped far too much water on parts of Florida and wished we could help those folks by taking a several inches of their excess water and dumping on our dry ground. That would have help us and given this some relief.
Then there are the wild fires out West. The firefighters in that area would have been more appreciative than South Alabama if some of that storm water had dropped on them. Those wildfires seem to come in bunches like bananas! In fact we have gotten a bit hardened to the news of another wild fire. That was until a runaway blaze began causing thousands to flee from their homes in the Colorado Springs, Co. area. We know that area and it is just too beautiful to be destroyed by a fire! Pike’s Peak is pretty in the winter when the snow is covering everything. The Peak and the land around it are more than beautiful in the spring and early summer when God again takes his paint brush and array of paints to everything!
Our e-mail in box was virtually attacked last week shortly after the U. S. Supreme Court released their decision on upholding Obamacare. Oh, both sides had their opinions and were freely expressing them. As fast as those things began dumping on us, they just had to be prewritten. Maybe the writers had one for aye and another for nay. Then they tweaked the correct one and hit the “send” button.
Some guy (he claims to be from Houston, TX) has been updating us regularly on the deadline for 66.6% of the world’s population dying suddenly. That date passed Monday of this week. These e-mails talked about all the people in the world who were preparing for this event, but he is the only one we ever heard about. This guy seemed at times to be claiming to be God, then at other times he is Jesus. He rambles about 666, etc., and doesn’t make a lot of sense. Actually he makes no sense at all. Getting this sort of mail or e-mail is nothing new in our business, but each one continues to bother us. It bothers us because of a feeling that these folks are fighting a head full of demons day in and day out and we can’t help them.
We were surprised at the historical record of hottest summers on record, as supplied to us by U of A at Huntsville. Many of our readers will join us in being surprised that this year is not predicted to be one of the hottest. However the 1955 peak tells us volumes about our personal life. That was our last summer at home before finishing high school. Somewhere along there we made the decision that the boiling hot sun in those peanut and cotton fields was not the life we wanted forever. To a hot, blistered kid chopping cotton, office jobs sounded like paradise! It was years later before we learned things are not perfect in the office setting either!