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treeskinNot sure I'll be that lucky, but it'd be nice. Not just the break, but we really do need the moisture. We're 2" below average for the month, and are also low for the year to date. Not a good beginning, weather-wise.
Courtney & I have been trying to stake the trees we planted last week. Got six done, including the ones that were leanig very badly after last night's wind. I suppose we could go finish in the rain, but the stake driver is heavy and hard to hold onto when it's dry; wet gloves on wet steel handles would be asking for another injury.
By worked for Terry yesterday as a carpenter, and hopes to finish that job today. Nice that he's working, nice thta it's indoors.
I shouldn't be surprised by big-city problems following the highway into little Bumfuck KS, but I am. Mom gave me an earful last night about the most recent episode. A sophmore boy, CR (who happens to be a third or fourth cousin), was caught shoplifting cigars in a mall with his buddies, and because they were acting inebriated when the cops got there, they were all blood-tested. And all three of them tested positive for alcohol and meth. Ye gods. Well, CR's mother (J) is a fomer churchmate of my mom's (before that little church closed), so she calls my mom because she had "just beat my son until he told me where he got it", and didn't know what to do with that information. Since she indicated it was in the school locker room, Mom told her to call the superintendent. J said that'd be bad, because it would involve other school employees. Finally, Mom gets it out of her that CR got the meth and the booze from the youngest son of the other 6th-grade teacher, who is a good friend on Mom's. And now, there is NO good answer. J did call the superintendent, Mom said, 'cuz the other teacher was very upset this week. It's not the first time her kids have had drug and alcohol problems, not even the first time for this kid. Just the first time he's been accused of dealing. Mom said this kid washed out of wrestling this year because he'd been doing cocaine. !!!!! He's also a sophomore.
And while I'm sputtering and trying to wrap my mind around the fact that a kid I used to baby-sit, a boy whose diapers I changed is doing that to himself, Mom tells me that another family is having similar problems, only it's a kid that's flunked out of college and moved back to the farm, and it's gotten bad enough the kid has beaten up his father 3 times this year...and this is the kid brother of a classmate of mine, and the youngest child of a very good family who really doesn't deserve it. *shakes heads*
And, they busted a largish meth lab in Sylvan Grove KS on Monday....which is a town of less than 200 people, a K-12 school of less than 100 students....it's just not the sort of place I expect that news from.
Towards the end of all this, I asked Mom if they were putting something in the water, because it sounds like the whole town is nuts.
After I got off the phone with Mom, I picked up an old UFO that my table-cleaning had uncovered, and actually finished it last night. Go me. It's a simple oval doily, 50/2 cotton, #13 hook. Probably something I had started as a present for my sister, she's the one that wants oval doilies to fit her end tables. As a reward for finishing that piece, I pulled out some simple doily patterns I'd found online and started one. I need to build up another stockpile for Xmas gifts.
Courtney & I have been trying to stake the trees we planted last week. Got six done, including the ones that were leanig very badly after last night's wind. I suppose we could go finish in the rain, but the stake driver is heavy and hard to hold onto when it's dry; wet gloves on wet steel handles would be asking for another injury.
By worked for Terry yesterday as a carpenter, and hopes to finish that job today. Nice that he's working, nice thta it's indoors.
I shouldn't be surprised by big-city problems following the highway into little Bumfuck KS, but I am. Mom gave me an earful last night about the most recent episode. A sophmore boy, CR (who happens to be a third or fourth cousin), was caught shoplifting cigars in a mall with his buddies, and because they were acting inebriated when the cops got there, they were all blood-tested. And all three of them tested positive for alcohol and meth. Ye gods. Well, CR's mother (J) is a fomer churchmate of my mom's (before that little church closed), so she calls my mom because she had "just beat my son until he told me where he got it", and didn't know what to do with that information. Since she indicated it was in the school locker room, Mom told her to call the superintendent. J said that'd be bad, because it would involve other school employees. Finally, Mom gets it out of her that CR got the meth and the booze from the youngest son of the other 6th-grade teacher, who is a good friend on Mom's. And now, there is NO good answer. J did call the superintendent, Mom said, 'cuz the other teacher was very upset this week. It's not the first time her kids have had drug and alcohol problems, not even the first time for this kid. Just the first time he's been accused of dealing. Mom said this kid washed out of wrestling this year because he'd been doing cocaine. !!!!! He's also a sophomore.
And while I'm sputtering and trying to wrap my mind around the fact that a kid I used to baby-sit, a boy whose diapers I changed is doing that to himself, Mom tells me that another family is having similar problems, only it's a kid that's flunked out of college and moved back to the farm, and it's gotten bad enough the kid has beaten up his father 3 times this year...and this is the kid brother of a classmate of mine, and the youngest child of a very good family who really doesn't deserve it. *shakes heads*
And, they busted a largish meth lab in Sylvan Grove KS on Monday....which is a town of less than 200 people, a K-12 school of less than 100 students....it's just not the sort of place I expect that news from.
Towards the end of all this, I asked Mom if they were putting something in the water, because it sounds like the whole town is nuts.
After I got off the phone with Mom, I picked up an old UFO that my table-cleaning had uncovered, and actually finished it last night. Go me. It's a simple oval doily, 50/2 cotton, #13 hook. Probably something I had started as a present for my sister, she's the one that wants oval doilies to fit her end tables. As a reward for finishing that piece, I pulled out some simple doily patterns I'd found online and started one. I need to build up another stockpile for Xmas gifts.
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Date: 2004-04-29 11:00 am (UTC)You know, Scott City, which is in the Middle of Nowhere, had drugs galore, much of which came either from the highway north or from the south highway (Garden City!). Lots of tempting space out there in BFE, and no way for the Guvmint to patrol it all. Real easy to drop off a load from your Cessna...coupla guys in a car watching with binoculars to see where it lands...drive over and pick it up...
I honestly don't know what I'd do if I found out my bro or sis, or niece, nephew or former sat-baby had been using. I mean, I don't know what I'd do after I went totally ballistic, that is. But, all that said--small towns often are large pustules of psychic yuck, in my experience, so I'm not terribly surprised at the chaos. Add to that the effects of the War on Some Drugs, and the need for scumbag poopheads to make their junk in isolation...viola!