Archive for November 30, 2008
A farmer who sought to knock off some coyotes on his farm–in an effort to increase the wild turkey population–ended up getting a felony conviction for killing bald eagles.
13 years later, President Bush pardoned him.
But for 13 years, Leslie Owen Collier carried the burden of being a convicted felon.
Remember that when you think of the government as your friend.
I’d even suggest that our federal government is the second largest terrorist organization in the world, next to Red China.
I cannot remember where or who wrote the comment here, but someone commented how some people view singles with envy because they have so much time on their hands.
In our humanity we rarely see the whole picture unless we’re living it. I have been told by another that she envied me because I had time alone every other weekend when my girls went to their dad’s. I think I just left it alone.
I’m up in the wee hours listening to my Oldest cough in her sleep. She was born with allergies that cause much congestion. We spent many a night holding her as she slept so we could keep her elevated. We suctioned out her nose and throat often through the days and nights. When she was about two years old, I would prop her up on the couch, put in a nine-hour video of pre-recorded kids shows, and go back to sleep. I knew the video would not finish before I woke up for the day, and watching TV distracted her enough to calm her system so she could eventually fall asleep.
She’s resistant to every OTC and prescription cough med out there. Now, she just toughs it out. She can cough for a looong time in her sleep before waking up. She takes an inhaler for her asthma and a nose spray and eye drops for her allergies before bed. Most of the time it’s enough. The last week or so it’s not been.
My Youngest has an infection with rash. I took her into the doctor and got an antibiotic for her. This antibiotic has a high probability of making her sick, and she already has lots of problems with her whole gut system.
My fiance spent the day Saturday with a chain saw cutting up the tree that fell in our yard a week ago. I am VERY thankful it did not damage anything … the tips of the tree branches hit the house and fence. The kids begged him to leave it up for a week so they could climb and play on it. The kids won. But fears of rot and the tree becoming dangerous as supporting limbs gave way meant it had to be chopped for fire wood. A man with a chain saw and a tree on a cold day; he was a happy man.
I helped with the tree stuff, did some mending on the sewing machine, took my daughter to the doctor, cared for my kids, and my laundry pile is screaming for attention … or rather, my laundry mountain!
I am often tired, rarely well rested, always behind in most things that need to be done, always taking care of what must be done as Momma. There is little space left in the memory of my brain for anything extra.
I remember days when I did not have children, longed for children, had so much time. I look at elderly women and realize these days with kids are fleeting. Someday I will have an empty house, void of the sounds of quarreling children, laughter bouncing down the hall, the front door bursting open as children come and go as they play, dog poop on kid’s shoes, mud and leaves decorating the floors. I make a concerted effort to breathe in these days. It is hard. Often weeks fly by, and I cannot figure out where they went.
That people often look at others and only see what they want to see is sad. It is sad because there is so much more to a person than what another chooses to see. It’s not that we must be able to empathize with everyone else, but I believe we must acknowledge and accept that another’s life is what they say it is (for normal, healthy people).
I wish I could share your lives with people who choose to only see the time you have on your hands. I wonder, though, if they would willingly choose to see. Life is hard. Comparing one’s “hell” to another’s is futile. Accepting, believing, lending a hand, a shoulder … may that be what we share … and may it be contagious.
Oldest has stopped coughing … never woke up. Youngest has woken with a sick stomach from the meds. Sleep … ahhh … elusive sleep!