Today the movers come to begin the transport of Dad’s things to his new Independent Living apartment. I pulled this quote that’s been behind a magnet on the icebox door for quite sometime, judging from its yellowed appearance. For me it is in keeping with the theme of this blog: The Road Ends, but the Journey Continues. Perhaps it’s message will speak to you. Peace, all.
“We are all pilgrims in this life, and as we trek further down the road, we also become philosophers, so as I retire, here are some of my thoughts – God Bless – Gordon R. Darnell, D.D.S.
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
Happiness is not a destination – it’s a way of traveling.
Don’t take life too seriously – it’s only temporary.
Life is difficult, Life is not fair, Life is wonderful.
Life is 10% what you make of it, and 90% how you take it.
He who dies with the most expensive toys – still dies.
The world is full of givers and takers – the takers eat better, but the givers sleep better.”
During natural disasters, life gets interrupted; rudely and profoundly interrupted. The current flooding that is occurring along the entire Front Range of Colorado is no exception to this rule.
Except in Dadland.
Experts are beginning to call the flooding here in Colorado the ‘thousand year flood’ and I tend to believe them. While flash flooding tends to be a normal component to living in the West, this one has many elements which are unique. Not the least of which is getting half the total annual moisture in a mere 24-48 hours; then doing a rerun scenario after a 12 hour respite. Western land and soilscape is simply unable to absorb such massive rainfall.
In addition, this flooding is not isolated to any one canyon, or stream, or floodplain. It is occurring in multiple places throughout the entire Front Range simultaneously. It is like having the 1969 Boulder Basin Flood, the Big Thompson Canyon Flood of 1976 and any other epic floods you can recall, occurring all at once, and then some. And of course, once the waters recede, huge boulders, tons of mud and assorted debris will be left behind along with the devastation of individual households, vehicles and lives.
I get it, this is serious business.
And then there’s Dad. Continue reading
I love goofy goats!
This love, nay, obsession of all things ‘goat’ was birthed out of our time between-homes while living on the compound in the desert just outside of Las Cruces, NM. Along with horse rescue, Mama Goat and her then baby billy-kid, Tater tagged along for the ride. Turns out, goats are the best antidote for nervous race horses…and wouldn’t you know, in less than a year of rescuing those goats, we acquired yet another horse rescue; a thoroughbred. But those horse-rescue stories are for another time.
Goats make me smile.
Down the road from our former home in Colorado, there’s a sign that states: “Billy Goat Dairy Farm.” Does anyone besides myself and my hubby see the conflicting nature of that name?! Ahemm…billy-goats don’t make milk…a dairy farm made up of billy-goats is not one conducive to producing much in the way of anything dairy-like! Ah, yes, but passing the herd along the roadside, we see they are enjoying that universal goat-fav game of ‘king of the hill’…and they’re not billy-goats!
Goats are curious. Continue reading