Look close and you will see the new black kitten and the matriarch of the cat side of our gang, Mushi, having a stare down at 7 am, my birthday morn, amid the Jade.
Finally, Frieda #2, settles for a snooze while I spend some time in the Lords Word. Is it my imagination, or is there light illuminating off my Bible?
Later in the morning, it's 'Story Time' at the Library. But first, Grandson has to read about Farm Machinery.
Ms. Carolyn has some fun things in 'Story Hour' at our local library. Our normal class of 4-5 preschoolers has grown during the summer session! Takes alot to keep such a crowd of young uns, with an attention span of an ant, involved. Thank you soooo much for your fun time and awesome patience, Ms. Carolyn!
We took our snack time after 'Story Time' at one of Ogallala's city parks. Well ... I guess I snacked and grandchildren played ... and found lost cell phones. :)
Fast forward, thru nap time and working in the garden, to a Harley ride around Lake Mac (more than 50 miles) to feast on barbecue at the new Texas Roadhouse Barbecue joint just East off Martin Bay.
We took off down the highway from my husbands place (south side of Lake Mac) and rode towards Lewellen first, to scope out the rising flood inflows on the North Platte River. The sandhills have doned my favorite color ... Green!
Yes, I know this picture is a mite blurry. But if ya look to the bottom of the pic, you'll catch HOW I take many of my pictures off the back of my husbands Harley. :)
Notice the ripple indicating a fast in flow? Not normally that fast of a current for this North Platte River flow. Guess I shoulda given ya some before pictures to compare, huh? Also, wish I would have made Ron stop the bike and took pictures of how close the water was from, or to, the bottom of the Lewellen bridge.
Oh the peace of it all!! Doesn't look like flooding, does it? Seems to me like we are making a much to do about something that seems so part of the ebb and flow of life. If one builds next to a river, one has just invited the river to visit them from time to time. Regardless, if I had water in my basement, or my homestead was under water, it would be a MUCH TO DO! As it is, my flooded basements have been of another kind ... but that isn't our present journey, is it?
After a meal of pulled pork on a smothered baked potato and 2 glasses of gifted Chardonnay by my husbands work comrades and warm birthday wishes by most all the staff and patrons in the resturant ... ok, maybe the warmth was more due to those two glasses of wine ... we headed home in the sunset of the dawning of my 58th year.
I made my husband pull over on the highway to take the first shot of what we Ogallala natives call the 'slab' ... the very 'slab' that my son had to paint, years ago, and first to lay claim to the 'Leave Only Your Footprints' blue and white logo. This is the first time in several years the water in the lake has been high enough to surround the 'slab'.
The earlier years, in my youth, the 'slab' (without it's blue/white decor) was a favorite place to soak the sun and jump off of into water that was deep enough not to injure. At 58 now, I feel too old to be able to climb up on that 'slab', let alone jump off like I did in those younger years.
Yep, had to have a picture posted here in my blog since this 'slab' is part of my 58 year history!
Note: the second picture was taken from the back of the moving Harley, as were all the pictures that follow.
I'd like to thank all of you who sent me birthday greetings via card, or a homemade card (my lil Ryenn made for me ♥), those Facebook greetings, cell phone notes, all the wonderful calls, or just a thot, even. I've thanked my husband for the wonderfully relaxing putt around Lake Mac and some good food. Thank you, Fuzz, for taking all the kids so I could go on that Harley putt with Ron! Thank you, John and Billie, for my gift card! My daughter's gift of the most beautiful roses overwhelmed me! Thank you all!!
I am soooo blessed and feel soooo loved. Thank you. And
Thank You, my Lord!!
58!! Whoda thot I'd make it!!! I'm looking forward to a big bash on my 60th!!! I'm talking big time barbecue, a poker run and maybe a band in the ole' man's man cave? 60 is young. Right? Well, two years to plan. Anyway, ... 58!! Wow ♥
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