Every now and then I just stop and stare at people or animals on the farm. My sister’s kids, my sister, the goats and rabbits and the dogs and cats.
To make sure they’re still breathing.
This is something that I’ve been doing all my life and I don’t think it’s something that I’m ever going to stop doing.
I don’t know why I do it, it’s just something I’ve done for as long as I can remember (which, granted, doesn’t mean as much for most people.) But it is one o the few memories that I actually retain from Before the memory blanks started happening.
I just want to make sure that they are still alive.
Like watching a train
Must know how this story ends
Can’t look away now
What used to happen to me no matter what book it was I picked up. Mostly, I was thinking about this one novel that used to belong to my Granny Martha. I thought, “Oh! It might be interesting!”
It is the only book that I have ever thrown away.
And I don’t mean send to DI or another thrift store.
I tied it up in a bag and walked it out to the garbage can outside.
To this day, I wish I’d already learned the lesson that you don’t have to finish a book just because you’ve already read half of it.
Today is the day ten years ago that my class graduated from high school. There were so many that graduated on this day that the commencement for my school was started about eight-ish in the evening.
We were disappointed that someone else had already snagged the 6 o’clock evening time…
There was much to do throughout the land; fences needed building, fixing, and maintenance work. Garden plots needed to be chosen, mapped out, dug up, mulched, planted, weeded, watered, and generally all around cared for. Fields for the animals needed to be picked out after careful study and prepped for the animals that would use them as well. Existing structures needed to be inspected and repaired or torn down and rebuilt.
In short, there was an awful lot of work just waiting to be done.
And that wasn’t even taking into account the boxes that were stacked all the way to the ceiling and half a house deep in the front room.
“And I’d just finished getting the last house all the way organized.” A young woman groaned as she looked at the frightening tableau before her.
This ramble was brought to you by memories of my very first day at the new farm. It was a horrible moment that second before the next truckload of our stuff arrived and I had to get back to work.
There are times when I think everything’s going to go all right. Where nothing more is going to go wrong. Things are finally working out and I’ve got this.
Then I listen to the rustling of the wind in the tall, dry grass and smile to myself. Looks like it’s even going to rain! I could always use some rain out here even if the goats give me dirty looks for it.
The grass continues to rustle and I frown as I realize that the wind isn’t picking up enough to be moving the grass that fast.
Then I realize that it wasn’t the wind bringing in the rain.
The pigs had somehow found a way out of their pen, out of our yard even, and over into the abandoned lot next to us.
One of the things that I believed when I was a child, that I just knew was true, was that every crying baby in the middle of church was living up in the ceiling.
You know the light fixtures and the speakers that are throughout the ceiling of any meeting house? I thought that those were rooms where mothers took their crying babies so that they could still be a part of the meeting without bothering anyone. I further thought that it was very unintelligent to leave those speaker holes underneath the rooms so that the sounds of the baby crying would be broadcast-ed so clearly throughout the meeting room.
Now I look back and laugh at myself whenever I think of that!
This little reminiscence was brought to you by Dungeon Prompt: What did you forget?