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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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Today’s is Jheroen’s birthday. What do you get Dr. Particle Physicist who can buy anything he wants? I was told to write a poem. I’m really not good at poetry, but Haiku always intrigued me. So I took a stab at it and came up with this:

A Dutchman walks down
Sunny shady tree-lined trails
His Texas longhorns

Jheroen owns a gorgeous Texas longhorn cattle ranch. The Haiku works.

Happy Birthday, my friend!

Many years ago, there were two grey Arabians that gave carriage rides through the streets of downtown Dallas. Their names were Boukie and Louie, and my girlfriend Joanne was their driver. Yes, others drove Boukie and Louie, but we all knew they were really Joanne’s horses. I always thought they were really cool. I always wanted to drive them, but never got out of driving a single. And that was OK. Read the rest of this entry »

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 »