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Posted on 01/31/2009 11:05:16 PM PST by JustAmy
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Send me some rain! It hasn’t rained (except for a sprinkle) here since last October.
We are shriveling up and blowing away! LOL!
I think I'll bring you eggs-benedict, instead, if that's alright.
It has rained here for two days. This is a good time for rain as it will help all the spring things getting ready to bloom not too long from now.
Wish you all could get some rain. Meg is always talking about how she needs rain. You are from Texas too, aren’t you, Luv! Guess you and Meg live quite a distance from each other?
Ut.oh! He’s a goner!
Love that little meanie!
LOL! :)
It's JUST like that...same season..no vegetation.....lotsa blue sky, though! :D
When I lived in Texas (in the 60’s), we got 4” of rain in one hour, one summer afternoon. It was an unbelievable downpour, and drainage couldn’t handle it. I only had a sponge mop, and was trying to mop four inches of water out of the house, by soaking that little sponge, and squeezing it out, into a bucket.
A neighbor came over with a big broom, and pushed it out the door (after the rain stopped and water started receeding.) Water can be a blessing or a terror.
Here it’s either feast or famine!
That picture is half way between Odessa and Midland. Hasn’t changed at all, has it!
Wow.... a very thought provoking devotional today!
Thanks and Good Morning...
Polly
The only Blue Star Inn that I remember was on Highway 80 (turned into Wall Street) in Midland, where my first REAL boy friend would take me out to eat. LOL! It really was goooood! I think it’s still there, but I go the “northern route” between the towns now. It’s faster!
Native American Legends
How the Chipmunk got his stripes
An American Indian Legend - Nation Unknown
Long ago when animals could talk, a bear was walking along. Now it has always been said that bears think very highly of themselves. Since they are big and strong, they are certain that they are the most important of the animals.
As this bear went along turning over big logs with his paws to look for food to eat, he felt very sure of himself. "There is nothing I cannot do," said this bear.
"Is that so?" said a small voice. Bear looked down. There was a little chipmunk looking up at Bear from its hole in the ground.
"Yes," Bear said, "that is true indeed." He reached out one huge paw and rolled over a big log. "Look at how easily I can do this. I am the strongest of all the animals. I can do anything. All the other animals fear me."
"Can you stop the sun from rising in the morning?" said the Chipmunk.
Bear thought for a moment. "I have never tried that," he said. "Yes, I am sure I could stop the sun from rising."
"You are sure?" said Chipmunk.
"I am sure," said Bear. "Tomorrow morning the sun will not rise. I, Bear, have said so." Bear sat down facing the east to wait.
Behind him the sun set for the night and still he sat there. The chipmunk went into its hole and curled up in its snug little nest, chuckling about how foolish Bear was. All through the night Bear sat. Finally the first birds started their songs and the east glowed with the light which comes before the sun.
"The sun will not rise today," said Bear. He stared hard at the glowing light. "The sun will not rise today."
However, the sun rose, just as it always had. Bear was very upset, but Chipmunk was delighted. He laughed and laughed.
"Sun is stronger than Bear," said the chipmunk, twittering with laughter. Chipmunk was so amused that he came out of his hole and began running around in circles, singing this song:
"The sun came up, The sun came up. Bear is angry, But the sun came up."
While Bear sat there looking very unhappy, Chipmunk ran around and around, singing and laughing until he was so weak that he rolled over on his back. Then, quicker than the leap of a fish from a stream, Bear shot out one big paw and pinned him to the ground.
"Perhaps I cannot stop the sun from rising," said Bear, "but you will never see another sunrise."
'Oh, Bear," said the chipmunk. "oh, oh, oh, you are the strongest, you are the quickest, you are the best of all of the animals. I was only joking." But Bear did not move his paw. "Oh, Bear," Chipmunk said, "you are right to kill me, I deserve to die. Just please let me say one last prayer to Creator before you eat me."
"Say your prayer quickly," said Bear. "Your time to walk the Sky Road has come!"
"Oh, Bear," said Chipmunk, "I would like to die. But you are pressing down on me so hard I cannot breathe. I can hardly squeak. I do not have enough breath to say a prayer. If you would just lift your paw a little, just a little bit, then I could breathe. And I could say my last prayer to the Maker of all, to the one who made great, wise, powerful Bear and the foolish, weak, little Chipmunk.
"Bear lifted up his paw. He lifted it just a little bit. That little bit, though, was enough. Chipmunk squirmed free and ran for his hole as quickly as the blinking of an eye. Bear swung his paw at the little chipmunk as it darted away. He was not quick enough to catch him, but the very tips of his long claws scraped along Chipmunk's back leaving three pale scars.
To this day, all chipmunks wear those scars as a reminder to them of what happens when one animal makes fun of another.
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