It’s all about Donna

I don’t know that making time is really the right title for this post, but I’m gonna run with it.

I don’t seem to have enough time to half of the things I want to do. If you want to do something, you are supposed to ‘make time’ for the activity. Well, I think that is much easier said than done. Try as I may, even when I plan and make time, I still don’t feel like I have near the time I need to do all the things I want to do.

Am I doing too much? I don’t feel like I am doing any more than when I was younger. Maybe I am kidding myself. Maybe I really am doing too much, and maybe I really just don’t have the time, made or otherwise, to do it all.

Like my friend in my last post, I want to write more. Now while time is an issue, it is not the factor here. There just hasn’t been anything worth jotting down. I will have to see what I can do about that. I may have to change my format a little. Like so many things in life, this blog has matured and it’s not always about Donna.

Happy New Year! I know that sounds trivial but it is sincere. I always look forward to the end of December and the beginning of the new year with an informal tradition started quite a few years when I was invited to a friend’s house to ring in the new year. We didn’t get to do it last year for a lot of reasons. I remember calling my girlfriend to let her know it was just wrong to not be at her house for the event. This year we didn’t miss the opportunity.

An enjoyable evening with my ranch friends Kate and Jheroen, Jeff and Kathy (hosts), Sandy and Chris. An intimate evening with good friends, good food, and a good time.

At the stroke of midnight, we toasted in the new year. I resolve to be a better friend. I think I’m a pretty good friend now, but there is always room for improvement. And these people have been very good friends to me, so it is my turn to start returning the favor.

I know this post is a bit disjointed. Funny. I ran across a term paper I had to write in high school. Even back then, the one markup I got was for making disjointed statements. I can see I come by the character flaw honestly.

So I shall continue my tradition of being disjointed, and close this post.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The Worms Crawl In, the Worms Crawl Out

It would seem that North Texas has been infested with army worms. They can strip a field clean in a matter of hours. Farmers battled them years ago with strong pesticides. Problem is, these same pesticides also wiped out most of the worms’ natural enemies. As a result, they’re out of control. I realize the stat of Texas may not think so, but I do. My property survived a flood. Then it survived drought. It survived cow pen daisies. And now, it has worms. It was looking so good. The Bermuda grass was choking out the weeds and the daisies were under control after countless hours of mowing. Now it has worms. They’ve eaten everything. They’ve grown from little inch-worm looking things, to full-size fat, gluttonous predators. Next will be the moth phase, and the cycle will start all over. There are not enough birds or chickens to eat them all.

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Where did all these wrinkles come from? I have no clue. I wash my face. I put cream on it. I don’t smoke. I did used to spend a lot of time in the sun. But still… where did they come from? I knew I had them. They are inevitable. It just seems too soon to have them though. Looking at my self portraits… ewe! I recently had to look closely in the mirror. Had those darn reading glasses on. YIKES! I found wrinkles I didn’t even know I had!

Note to self: Do NOT wear glasses when looking at self in mirror.

Childhood memories include the silly song about the old woman who swallowed a fly. Sure… you remember it. You just don’t know you remember it. It goes something like this: Read the rest of this entry »