daily life as life goes on . . .

When my grandfather came west over 100 years ago, he claimed many mosquitos were as big as a horse.

Now those of you who can measure and weigh horses in your dreams will immediately concur.  As the blood is sucked from you, your whole body begins to feel parched and dry.  Your veins wither and your skin begins to itch. 

Your imagination begins to imagine all of those dread diseases that have migrated to your blood vessels.  From far away Africa, from the Nile basin, from an Asian swamp.  Now you are the breeding ground for a new strain of flu, or perhaps your immunity will fight each adversarial bug to the mat!

A quick swat here and there, and then the squish of blood smattering your clothes.  Not a welcome sight or sound!  Even bug spray may not work to detract these blood-sucking insects. 

The best thing to do?  Stay indoors.

Oh, by the way.  If you ever do collect enough mosquitos – like a few million – there combined size and weight will be that of a horse!!  If guess my grandfather was right.

With all the rain we have been having, rivers of water seem to arise constantly.  Water dugouts are filling up and streams of H20 are finding there way into the most unlikely places.

Like the store room of a friend of ours.  She called for assistance so Monday morning was spent trying to figure out what can be done.  Today, I wandered over to hear what the insurance adjuster had to say.  As expected, this was not covered under the terms of her insurance.

So, in the next few months the roof on her addition/store room will need to come off.   We’ll get a few of us and see what can be done.

Right  now I hear thunder.  I wonder what will flow out of tomorrow!

Just came from a slo-pitch game.  We won – first legitimate win of the year (two forfeits we won, a whole bunch we lost).  Good exercise to end the weekend.

Saturday began with a 5 km. walk – fundraising for our local camp, Luseland Bible Camp.  Later in the day I pushed a lawn mower – literally pushed – for two hours.  Our gas mower had bit the dust / went up in smoke / saw it’s last breath – you get the idea.  We borrowed a reel mower.  Not hard to push, just requires two or three passes to cut the grass.

This morning was up early once again – a drive to Luseland (45 minutes), a church service, home mid-afternoon.  At that point we cleaned up a bit of our son’s goods that we are storing for him. 

Now we are off for a late evening “fire and ‘smores”.  Good stuff!!

Today, I went to www.tangle.com – (used to be GodTube.com).  A few years ago I had ventured to this site but there was not much there.  They’ve updated and gotten a lot more videos. 

Here is one you might find inspirational.  Mark Schultz has been one of my favourite gospel singers.  He plays a great piano, good vocals with stretching lyrics.  And a bit of that black gospel style never huts.