Saturday, September 03, 2005

Don't live to be rich, live to be happy

This is a quote from Peanut Michel, crabber in the Atchafalaya Delta. The National Geographic article that told about Peanut and the Louisiana Delta region is a must read by anyone interested in the background of this devastated area.

All of us are or should be concerned about Louisiana & Mississippi and loss of life, homes and personal belongings of the people. It is almost too massive to comprehend. It’s been said that New Orleans was a tragedy waiting to happen. If that is the case, why were people still living there. The same question could be asked, if California is going to have a major earthquake, why are people still living there? The truth is none of us expect our home to be taken from us by natural disaster whether it is fire, earthquake, tornado or flood.

The National Geographic article tells about the dying delta and reasons. The region’s oil industry accounted for nearly 1/3 of the nation’s oil production. The process of drilling and delivering the oil hurt the delta. Peanut and other long time residents felt putting the levees on the river kept the river from flooding. The flood water and the silt it contained kept the delta alive.

But, this was written before Katrina. No one knows what lies ahead. The immediate worry has to be for the people and their welfare. The Cowboy wrote it eloquently.

Friday, September 02, 2005

One year ago

Friday, September 03, 2004
Labor Day Weekend
It's a day of new beginnings. The first entry in my Blog, the beginning of September, and the start of Labor Day Weekend. And, knowing me, this weekend will be the start of many jobs--none finished! We are planning on traveling to Salina tomorrow to see Kim & Marc's new home. After that we will stop by Junction City to visit Mom and then on to Manhattan for the KSU game. All of this tomorrow--then paint the house on Sunday--well, at least get started. Will update on Sunday morning--

Friday, September 2, 2005

It's a day of celebrating one year of blogging--hard to believe. Again, I will be starting many jobs--none finished. We won't be going to Salina tomorrow as the Salina family is camping but we are going to Manhattan for the KSU game and then on to Junction City to visit Mom. Finally, we are still finishing up the paint job on the house & will probably work on that on Sunday. Life goes on....

Thursday, September 01, 2005

White Admiral in charge of the boat

We were eating lunch on the shore of Cedar Lake, Canada, about 3 hours north of the border and this butterfly came by to visit—or run us off, we weren’t sure. The White Admiral, after doing some research, is territorial and it might have not liked our intrusion in its space.

I was concerned that this beautiful butterfly might be lingering too long in the cold north. It seems the Admirals do not migrate but spend the winter months as a tiny larva inside a rolled-up leaf. The larva secures the stem of the leaf to a tree with silk and then encloses itself inside its “sleeping bag” or hibernaculum for the winter. That would be a long time as far north as we found it.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Way to go

Our Salina daughter called last night with big news. The oldest grandson rode his bicycle yesterday by himself, without training wheels. There are accomplishments in life we never forget—learning to ride a bicycle is one of them. Congratulations, Aaron, I can’t wait to see you ride.

I don’t remember much about our kids, how they learned or when, but I bet they do. This was big event in my life. My brother had a fancy bike. If you have seen Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, you have seen my brother’s bike. I don’t think they made bikes like that for girls so I had a simple dark red one. So typical of a kid, I fell over on it while trying to learn to balance and got mad, kicked it, and then sat down and cried because my toe hurt.

Today on the route, I was thinking of unforgettable little happenings in life. One that immediately came to mind was the first time I stood in front of our 4-H club and demonstrated making cinnamon rolls. And, there was that terrible time I throw up in the movie theater. It is fun to give this thought—it has to be a small. We all remember the big ones.