Sunday, February 22, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Last weekend out youngest son, Andy, went ice fishing with a couple of his former college roommates. They rented one of those big ice houses on Mille Lac Lake. The week before we had a run of four or five days of 40+ degree weather that had melted most of our snow and left standing water on local lakes. I was worried it was a little late in the year to go ice fishing.
He just smiled when I expressed alarm that he would spend 24 hrs. on the ice. The DNR was warning that standing water had weakened some ice. There were thin, "rotten" spots. You need to know that the rental ice houses are a ways from shore on a very big lake. You drive out there. OMG thought the mother.
He didn't change his plans.
I made one last attempt to dissuade the kid. These ice houses are often heated by propane heaters. A nurse I used to work with has a son-in-law who spent a night in an ice house a few years ago that wasn't properly ventilated and was overcome by CO. He lived, but is brain damaged.
My husband thinks I worry too much. I probably do. (That and nag.) When I voiced these concerns to Andy he said, "Yeah, I packed a portable CO detector and extra batteries, mom." Right.
He is a thoughtful kid though. In the morning he called from the fish house on his cell phone and left a message to tell mom he was still alive. I never got a second call saying he also made it off the ice intact, but.....
The picture is not Andy and friend. I don't think it was warm enough to catch some rays shirtless. They didn't even get a fish or a nibble. I think they might have had a cooler, though.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
The love of my life has hundreds of thoughtful ways he shows his love too. Last night when I got home from babysitting, dinner was ready. He keeps my computer humming and my car clean. He is a pillar of strength in difficult times. He is more optimistic than I am and a man of faith. Eventually our ashes will be shelved in a columbarium in the Minnesota Veteran's Cemetary in Little Falls, MN, but we will live on forever eternally. Jon is the guy who turned my heart toward accepting Jesus years ago. Now that is a lasting valentine. Consider it yourself. This life is just a test. We were designed to last forever. We were designed to live in paradise. If you have put your hope in politicians, your money or even yourself, all will let you down. Put your heart in His hands.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
We have associated peanuts with baseball games and healthy snacks. Peanut butter is synonymous with kid's lunches. Peanut butter is a staple food in our pantries and an inexpensive protein source. Americans have been known to carry a jar of peanut butter in their suitcases when traveling to exotic places--comfort food when the local cuisine overwhelms them. We indulge in chocolate covered peanuts and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and tell ourselves this is a healthier choice. Just when we are anguishing over our depleted 401K accounts we are hit with a peanut butter disaster.
Yesterday we watched coverage of senate hearings concerning the actions of those responsible for distributing the contaminated food. Instead of answering the senators' questions the guy invoked the fifth amendment.
Who would have every imagined the CEO of a Georgia peanut butter company would be taking the Fifth Amendment like a Chicago gangster in Senate hearings? To me, claiming the Fifth Amendment seems less respectable than claiming our First or Second Amendment rights. A journalist claiming a right to free speech often seems valorous. An individual claiming a right to bear arms equates as patriotic to some, but claiming the right not to self-incriminate is perceived as being guilty and "lawyered up" by most of us.
I don't mean to denigrate the seriousness of the accusation that the peanut butter company knowingly peddled deadly food and people died. That would be an unthinkable thing to do. I just wonder who has caused the most mayhem to our society, they financiers who stole our money and ruined our economy or the guy who brought down peanut butter?
This situation is harder for me because the accused CEO has the same last name as my mom.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Okay, I'll try to catch up on news in my life.
I now have a little one named after me. Cici delivered twins on Feb. 1st. A boy and a girl. Seems to be a lot of that going around lately. Mom and little ones are doing fine. They are named Jane and Johnson. I am honored. The Johnson name is a little unusual. He is named after the guests in my sister and brother-in-laws B&B at their Texas ranch who stayed up all night keeping vigil as the mother sheep labored and delivered. Cici is a ewe and the little lambs are just that---little lambs.
I have been thrilled to hear updates on Jane. "She dances" according to Carolyn. Sounds like a well-adjusted little lamb to me. Imagine my horror when I realized she might become someone's Easter dinner! Not to be. My sister said they will keep the female lambs as breeding stock.
Johnson's future is not as bright. One has to be realistic when you are in the agriculture business. You can't keep everyone of them as pets. In the meantime, I look forward to hearing about the progress of Baby Jane.
We now have three months of winter behind us and only three to go. It can still be cold in April. Last year it was also unseasonably cool in May but I chose to not dwell on that. It is February, the shortest month. The days are noticeably longer. It was -12 this morning but a warm-up is starting today. We should be 40 degrees warmer in the afternoon tomorrow. Back at the ranch where little Jane is frolicking, it was in the 70's yesterday. No wonder she is dancing.