Rain, Rain, go away,
Come again some other day,
Little Donnie wants to play.
I have often said, I wish we would get a Missouri type rain, meaning a slow easy rain that lasts all day. Well that is what we received yesterday. A smidgen over 2.5 inches of rain here at the Ford homestead. Our back yard is standing in water and I still need to get out to the hot house and water the flowers but I don’t have rubber boots here in the garage, they are in the shed and I would need to wade water to get to the shed.
The neighbor’s back yard drains into our back yard and onto our drive. There has been a steady stream of water running across and down our drive since the rain started. Our back yard use to drain naturally into the other neighbor’s back yard, but years ago a person who lived there planted flowers along the fence in flower beds, effectively stopping our drainage into his yard. This cold and wet weather has not stopped yet, they say it will be here most of today. L
For that one person who has no idea who Little Donnie is, I, Mr. Don Ford am the Little Donnie who wants to play in the above opening pome. Have you ever considered that when I use the name Don, I am using an alias, at least in the eyes of the law? I find it interesting that the 39.5 years that we have lived here, our utility bill comes to the house with my alias on it.
I had a thought again this morning and the thought was, in the olden days when we called a phone number we would often ask, “Is so-an-so there”? In other words, we had a phone in the house and everyone used it. Now days, we don’t dial a number to talk to a person, most often we text. Personally, I don’t mind a text message or two but when it goes past a couple I feel we should have a verbal conversation. When was the last time you shared a phone? Heck, in the olden days mom or dad would tell us to get off the phone so they could make a call. Now we can all be talking to others at the same time.
I know some of you were kids at one time, and we kids use to play outside and all through the neighborhood (South Benton Street). I wonder if times were better in the olden days, or were we just lucky. As a kid I along with the neighbor kids would roam the neighborhood, we would go into the woods and play, there was a creek that we would swim in. Swim may not be the correct word, splash and play in the water may be a better description as the water was only about waist deep. I remember my older brother Jack would say, don’t get his hair wet, because mom could tell he had been swimming, if his hair was wet. Jack also smoked cigarettes and he tried to keep that a secret too. Smoking from the time he was a kid has a lot to do with his poor health now.
Well, I just can’t think of anything to write about today. There is just nothing going on with all the cold weather and rain. The grandkids are here and we have obligated ourselves to take them out for lunch. That announcement was met with less than, “Wild enthusiasm”, by the older of the two. Odd that she did not find free food to be enticing.
Our neighbor across the street is getting their kitchen remodeled by the same people that we used. The trucks were there yesterday and again today as they are bringing things out of the house to be hauled away. It must be nice to be able to afford projects like that and still not need to walk the highways and byways looking for those elusive aluminum cans.
We often think of the weather person as a, “Prognosticator”. Do you know that Psychic is a synonym for prognosticator! So does that mean the weather person might be a, Psychic?
Be careful what you say to others, it can hurt!
Senior remember at the Fords Homestead; Donald Ford (aka Don)
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