I love a rainy day. This year, it seems like we have waited forever to get a good soaking rain, but recently the clouds finally opened up and let the rain pour out. It is not as much fun to have a rainy day when you have to be at work, especially if you have to go outside for any period of time. However, if you are lucky enough to be home on a rainy day there is usually a lot that can be accomplished. That is, if you can pull yourself out of bed. Sleeping in on a rainy day has to be the best!
Sept. 9 was Grandparents Day. On that day I had the joy of holding in my arms my second grandchild, born just four days earlier. I can not imagine a better gift for a grandparent than to simply hold your grandchild in your arms, being able to cuddle and kiss them to your heart's content. Little Jaedyn Kate arrived early on Sept. 5. It has seemed like such a long wait and now it seems like the days are flying by. That is probably because I spend as much time as I can visiting with her. Babies are such a precious gift.
Occasionally during the year, my husband and I have our grandson stay with us without his parents there. We always have a great time and do our best not to spoil him too much during those visits. As he gets a little older, we have even more fun as we can do fun activities together, visit, tell stories and even play "pretend." During his visit this year we decided to give him a real treat and let him sleep with grandpa one night and grandma the next. On the third night, we pulled out the couch just outside our bedroom, put in a movie and thought he would fall asleep there.
Education in America is often symbolized by visions of the little red schoolhouse, especially by the older folks since that is where many received their elementary education. I recently learned that the one-room school houses were often painted red because it was the cheapest paint available then -- not because it was a favorite color for schools. I attended a country school for about two weeks of my kindergarten education. However, after a few weeks I was able to ride a bus into town and finish in the basement of a church in Hancock.
Success can be measured in many ways. One person's idea of achieving success might not measure up to another's opinion. For example, a runner may think of success as completing a lengthy marathon while another athlete may term success as making the team, winning a game or achieving a championship. In our careers, we can be successful simply by setting regular goals and meeting those goals no matter how large or small. Being at the top of the ladder does not always mean success to every person.
There are few things quite as solid as a tree. Once the roots of a tree take hold and it grows a strong and wide trunk, it can stand up to all kinds of conditions. Wind, snow, ice, drought and even small nicks and dings. However, during powerful summer storms, trees that find themselves directly in the path have little hope of survival. The height of a tree, once thought to mark its strength, soon becomes its downfall. Man can also be an enemy to a tree. We plant them, nourish them, seek shade under them but when progress dictates we take them down without a blink of an eye.
Baseball is often referred to as "The Great American Pastime." There is nothing like sitting outside on a perfect summer day watching baseball, eating hot dogs and cheering on your favorite team. However, in Minnesota those perfect summer days are few and far between. In recent weeks my husband and I, along with several other fans, have spent several afternoons watching our son-in-law play for the Morris Eagles amateur baseball team. We have sat in sweltering heat, intense sunshine, drizzling rain and bone-chilling cold.
What a difference a day makes You never know when you get up in the morning, how your life can be changed by the time you go to bed again that night. If you are fortunate, there will not be any negative changes but rather good things that happen to you during that day, changes that may affect the rest of your life. This past Wednesday when we woke up in the morning it was just another typical work day.
These hot summer days invariably remind me of baling. It seemed like we always had to bale hay during the hottest days of the year as if it was some kind of a rule. In many ways I looked forward to the hay harvest. It meant that our extended family, uncles and cousins, would come to our house to help out with the work. We had a great time getting together despite the heat and exhaustion. My job, when it came to baling, was to be positioned high up in the hay mow at the opening where the bales would come up the elevator and then land on a conveyor to take them across the length of the barn.
The beat of a heart is very important. It is a sign of life and health. In fact the beat of a heart is the very first sign of life and also the last sign of life. This week, I was able to accompany my daughter to one of her doctor appointments where a monitor was placed on her growing womb so we could listen to the heart beat of her baby and monitor movement. When I heard that first beat from my little granddaughter's heart, (as of now we are pretty sure it is a girl), I was overcome with emotions.