‘l’ is for lounging… on my newly-painted glider. ‘member this kid from back when? Well, I had it sandblasted (professionally for $30… well worth the expertise) and then painted it myself. I settled on this brown/gunmetal color option and am. so. happy.
‘l’ is for love… as in, the Great Love. I do not speak of it publicly here often, but I do believe in Jesus Christ. I do believe He is the Son of God. And I do believe He is coming again but has left the Holy Spirit to guide us until then. It’s not very complicated for me. It’s not always an easy life, but it is a Hopeful life.
‘l’ is for laying… as in, chickens laying their eggs all over TexasNorth and kingdom come. There are three main spots which account for 1/2 the 30 eggs I should be recovering. 1: 2 chickens lay in a hay bale near the longhorn feed, 2: 10 chickens lay in their coop, and 3: 3 chickens are now laying about 15 feet in the air on top of our new, extremely large round hay bales. I hafta use a ladder to get them every day. Where are the other 15 eggs, you ask? I dunno. Somewhere… out there. Beneath the pale moonlight.
‘l’ is for lawyers… may I encourage all of you to put your wishes down in print? It’s extremely necessary. Did you know that in some states, orphaned children are given to the state first and require family members to ‘apply’ for them? Emergency medical decisions, life insurance, and power-of-attorneys are not fun to talk about, but it’s best to do it now. Now, before things are hard. Now, when you are calm. Now, when you are not surrounded by in-laws and grandmothers and aunts with opinions of their own. Curt and I did this when Rylie was 1 year old… a little late, but it’s done. I cried the entire week we decided on guardians, medical junk, and what-ifs. There are other official options besides paying a lawyer to draft a will, but be aware that simple pen+paper+witness do not = legal. Just do me a favor and think about it, ok? It will make me sleep better tonight.
‘l’ is for laughter… oh, man. I know some funny people. Seriously. You get me through.
‘l’ is for lying… There is a reason my blueberry bush will not be blooming this year. The kittens have decided to sleep in it when they are bored. See that little, green twig poking up in the middle of the barrel? Yeah. That’s the bush. *sigh* Oh, well. Next year.
Oh. And, ‘l’ is also for longhorns… which we raise here at TexasNorth 🙂