Brian and I were asked to build a wall in the Accounting Office, so the head accountant could have a separate office with some privacy. We finished framing, sheet rocking and mudding the wall, made provision for a widow and door, created matching baseboards from wood harvested on the property, stained and polyurethaned the door, jamb, window frame, moldings and woodwork. Today we took a sample of the paint in the rest of the office and had paint matched at the hardware store up the road.
Unfortunately, after we had painted the new wall, we realized that the new paint didn't match the old paint. That shouldn't have been a major problem, except that by tying the new wall to the old, we had to mud around corners and the new paint on the old walls stood out too much. What should have been the routine painting of a wall, has now become a more involved painting of four old walls plus both sides of the new wall. And, of course, the old walls have furniture butted up against them and multiple attachments and decorations which will need to be moved and repositioned when we finish the painting. A "simple" job has become a more involved job. But why should we be surprised?
Most tasks we undertake come with a plan, a timetable and a set of skills and talents needed to reach a satisfactory conclusion. But there are always endless things which can, and often do, interfere with our plans, timetable and abilities. It's estimated that there are more than 10 million colors visible to the human eye and with the endless number of humans and the way each perceives, there are an estimated 18 decillion (18 with 33 zeroes) color-possibilities. Am I surprised that the paint didn't match?
I guess we should consider ourselves fortunate that we can get this job finished and not have to repaint the halls and other offices on both floors of the building. As, I've often said the cow never stays milked, and so we keep on milking. And as Yogi Berra said, and I've quoted before........."it ain't over 'til it's over". And, it ain't over yet.
Sent from my iPad
.
Monday, January 30, 2017
Friday, January 27, 2017
January 27, 2017. Madison, GA. How Did That Happen?
The other day I was watching Stewart, the head of our Braille Ministry, walk from his house on the SLMI campus, up the hill to the trash dumpster, up a flight of irregularly spaced stairs, to a combination-lock-boxed door, open it, and proceed to his office. That doesn't seem like too complicated a journey, except that Stewart is blind. He has been known to walk by himself more than a mile to visit people. He amazes us with his ability to negotiate, irregular surfaces, hallways, stairs, use paper money in stores and restaurants, cook, do his laundry and usually is dressed in clothes which match and socks which are the same color.
Yesterday I was walking on the SLMI property and really concentrated on the things I was seeing and how they may seem to be the same as they were the day before, but have subtle changes which we may take note of, but really take for granted in the grand scheme of things. It's amazing to me how many "details" there are in our daily life and how sight makes them easier for us to safely navigate. And yet, Stewart must adapt instantly to any situation which has changed and do so before he "runs into" trouble and possible danger. My concentration on the details of what I was seeing made me realize how many details there are in every second of our day. How was that product made? How did someone even think of the specific product and then how to manufacture it? How do we select the product we want, and can afford, from so many choices and options? And, as I look out the front window, I see Stewart and a companion walking arm and arm toward his house, with her carrying the cane, to enjoy the lunch hour together. And, why do I have my sight, and Stewart lost his his as a young child?
How does all this, all these details and situations, happen? When I hear people say there is no design to life, there is no God to orchestrate it and hold it all together, I just shake my head and wonder, how is there any other conclusion than God, God's plan, and God's control of our life and the details yet to come. If we had to explain the "science" of it all, we'd get bogged down in endless minutiae, be constantly analyzing, scrutinizing and Google-ing, and our lives would be "nerded" beyond belief. The best advice........let go and leave it to God. And......bless you Stewart for the noble way you navigate life and inspire us to use our God-given gifts to help and encourage others.
Sent from my iPad
Yesterday I was walking on the SLMI property and really concentrated on the things I was seeing and how they may seem to be the same as they were the day before, but have subtle changes which we may take note of, but really take for granted in the grand scheme of things. It's amazing to me how many "details" there are in our daily life and how sight makes them easier for us to safely navigate. And yet, Stewart must adapt instantly to any situation which has changed and do so before he "runs into" trouble and possible danger. My concentration on the details of what I was seeing made me realize how many details there are in every second of our day. How was that product made? How did someone even think of the specific product and then how to manufacture it? How do we select the product we want, and can afford, from so many choices and options? And, as I look out the front window, I see Stewart and a companion walking arm and arm toward his house, with her carrying the cane, to enjoy the lunch hour together. And, why do I have my sight, and Stewart lost his his as a young child?
How does all this, all these details and situations, happen? When I hear people say there is no design to life, there is no God to orchestrate it and hold it all together, I just shake my head and wonder, how is there any other conclusion than God, God's plan, and God's control of our life and the details yet to come. If we had to explain the "science" of it all, we'd get bogged down in endless minutiae, be constantly analyzing, scrutinizing and Google-ing, and our lives would be "nerded" beyond belief. The best advice........let go and leave it to God. And......bless you Stewart for the noble way you navigate life and inspire us to use our God-given gifts to help and encourage others.
Sent from my iPad
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
January 24, 2017. Madison, GA. Another Candle
Memorial candles are supposed to burn for 24 hours, but the candle I lit for my father at sundown on January 22nd, burned for almost 40. Tonight, at sundown, about an hour from now, I will light another candle. It will commemorate the 21st anniversary of my mothers passing. She was injured in an automobile accident on January 23, 1996 and while the injuries were really not very serious, she had other medical issues which caused her to be over medicated and she passed away two days later.
Mom was a strong-willed woman. She and I had too many areas where we couldn't seem to get along or come to a meeting of the minds, and as a result we weren't always the "best of friends." As with my dad, there were lessons I learned from my mom and am thankful for my upbringing. When I had my heart attack in 2008, and Karen and I were faced with a monster hospital bill and no insurance, it was an investment my mother had left equally to my brother and me, which had matured, split numerous times, had the dividends reinvested multiple times, which we used to pay both the hospital and cardiologist bills to keep us from incurring a huge debt. Her wise handling of that investment for many years, and our continuing to keep it as an emergency reserve, was a lesson well learned and greatly appreciated.
So, in about 20 minutes I will light another Memorial Candle, remember the good times and the tough times, express my gratitude for all mom tried to pass along to me, and realize once again that even when we butted heads we were still trying to maintain some semblance of peace between us. All these years later, I know she was trying her best. I'm sure I frustrated her, as I continue to frustrate some of my current acquaintances and friends. I am a new creation in Jesus Christ, but the old lessons are sometimes hard to unlearn. I press on toward the goal.
Sent from my iPad
Mom was a strong-willed woman. She and I had too many areas where we couldn't seem to get along or come to a meeting of the minds, and as a result we weren't always the "best of friends." As with my dad, there were lessons I learned from my mom and am thankful for my upbringing. When I had my heart attack in 2008, and Karen and I were faced with a monster hospital bill and no insurance, it was an investment my mother had left equally to my brother and me, which had matured, split numerous times, had the dividends reinvested multiple times, which we used to pay both the hospital and cardiologist bills to keep us from incurring a huge debt. Her wise handling of that investment for many years, and our continuing to keep it as an emergency reserve, was a lesson well learned and greatly appreciated.
So, in about 20 minutes I will light another Memorial Candle, remember the good times and the tough times, express my gratitude for all mom tried to pass along to me, and realize once again that even when we butted heads we were still trying to maintain some semblance of peace between us. All these years later, I know she was trying her best. I'm sure I frustrated her, as I continue to frustrate some of my current acquaintances and friends. I am a new creation in Jesus Christ, but the old lessons are sometimes hard to unlearn. I press on toward the goal.
Sent from my iPad
Saturday, January 21, 2017
January 21, 2017. Madison, GA. Be Proud of What You Stand For
My father taught me some important life lessons about integrity and being honest and humble in our dealings with others. I can honestly say that I have not always acted with integrity, that I never told a lie or have not been prideful about some of my accomplishments. But there are some areas that I have followed my father's wisdom and particularly since I became a Christian, I have really endeavored to follow that advice as well as the example of Jesus Christ.
It seems strange to speak about my Jewish father, and in the same sentence speak of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. But, when my dad told me to try to help others, tell the truth, and be willing to speak up for what you believe and be proud to sign your name to that belief; don't hide behind an anonymous opinion and don't consider yourself more important than the other guy, he was saying exactly what Jesus said when he faced the Jewish leaders of His day. That's why I am offended by so many of the "protesters" and "terrorists" who hide behind masks, attempt to conceal their identity and disseminate libelous and slanderous comments without taking any personal responsibility for such comments.
If you believe it, have the guts to put your name on it. If you want to gain support for your view don't hide behind a mask or disguise. That's what criminals and cowards do to try to avoid detection and responsibility for their actions. Honesty will attract people who have similar views as yours, and may even have an impact on those who now disagree with your stand.
My father was a quiet, humble, honorable man. He was a good man. Tomorrow night I will light a Memorial Candle to honor the 27th year of his death. I'm sorry that my father didn't know Jesus. My coming to know Him has profoundly changed my life, and helped me to put much of my early life, and the lessons I was taught, into clearer perspective with a more hopeful and certain future. I'm proud to be my father's son, my Father's son and heir with Jesus Christ to an inheritance which will never perish, spoil or fade; and for that I am eternally grateful.
Signed: Harold "Hal" Schatz
Sent from my iPad
It seems strange to speak about my Jewish father, and in the same sentence speak of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. But, when my dad told me to try to help others, tell the truth, and be willing to speak up for what you believe and be proud to sign your name to that belief; don't hide behind an anonymous opinion and don't consider yourself more important than the other guy, he was saying exactly what Jesus said when he faced the Jewish leaders of His day. That's why I am offended by so many of the "protesters" and "terrorists" who hide behind masks, attempt to conceal their identity and disseminate libelous and slanderous comments without taking any personal responsibility for such comments.
If you believe it, have the guts to put your name on it. If you want to gain support for your view don't hide behind a mask or disguise. That's what criminals and cowards do to try to avoid detection and responsibility for their actions. Honesty will attract people who have similar views as yours, and may even have an impact on those who now disagree with your stand.
My father was a quiet, humble, honorable man. He was a good man. Tomorrow night I will light a Memorial Candle to honor the 27th year of his death. I'm sorry that my father didn't know Jesus. My coming to know Him has profoundly changed my life, and helped me to put much of my early life, and the lessons I was taught, into clearer perspective with a more hopeful and certain future. I'm proud to be my father's son, my Father's son and heir with Jesus Christ to an inheritance which will never perish, spoil or fade; and for that I am eternally grateful.
Signed: Harold "Hal" Schatz
Sent from my iPad
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
January 18, 2017. Madison, GA. Getting Along
It saddens me to listen to the Evening News. It's probably no different now than throughout the history of mankind, but because of our ability to hear more, report more and be more able to do harm to others through words, actions and not being able to always verify what actually happened, we are prone to jump to conclusions too rapidly, point an accusatory finger or even resort to violence or threats of violence. Truth has become an elusive commodity and people and nations are very close to doing irreparable damage to those they disagree with, or wish harm to, and vice versa.
The contentiousness of our opinions, the fragile state of our politics both between and within political parties, and the harsh words being thrown back and forth between "winners" and "losers" is creating a climate of uncertainty, threats and downright fear in some communities. Law and order are on a very fragile balance, and it's hard to know who are the good guys and who are the bad guys. As we face the transition of Presidential power in a few days, it is sad to think that we may be confronted with protests, threats, anger and potential violence never before witnessed in our many prior changes of leadership. Whether it is called being a sore loser, or a prideful winner, or a desire to win or retain power at any cost, we are facing a powder keg of emotions which threaten the very nature of our freedom and our way of life. We have strived to be a United nation, but in so many ways we are dividing ourselves into factions which want all our Constitutional freedoms while denying them to those who disagree with us. We face not only civil war in our country, but a heightening of tensions with many other nations. And too many of our "enemies" have the potential to do great, and worldwide, harm if they are pushed too far from the positions they hold dear and essential for their welfare.
I know this is tough stuff to grasp, but we need to step back, unclench our fists, put our anger aside, stop pointing fingers and GET ALONG with each other. If we act in haste we will suffer consequences we may not be able to undo, and will find that the hole we have dug may be the hole we are buried in. Take a deep breath..........realize we have little or no control of the situation..........and be resolved to...........JUST GET ALONG........
Sent from my iPad
The contentiousness of our opinions, the fragile state of our politics both between and within political parties, and the harsh words being thrown back and forth between "winners" and "losers" is creating a climate of uncertainty, threats and downright fear in some communities. Law and order are on a very fragile balance, and it's hard to know who are the good guys and who are the bad guys. As we face the transition of Presidential power in a few days, it is sad to think that we may be confronted with protests, threats, anger and potential violence never before witnessed in our many prior changes of leadership. Whether it is called being a sore loser, or a prideful winner, or a desire to win or retain power at any cost, we are facing a powder keg of emotions which threaten the very nature of our freedom and our way of life. We have strived to be a United nation, but in so many ways we are dividing ourselves into factions which want all our Constitutional freedoms while denying them to those who disagree with us. We face not only civil war in our country, but a heightening of tensions with many other nations. And too many of our "enemies" have the potential to do great, and worldwide, harm if they are pushed too far from the positions they hold dear and essential for their welfare.
I know this is tough stuff to grasp, but we need to step back, unclench our fists, put our anger aside, stop pointing fingers and GET ALONG with each other. If we act in haste we will suffer consequences we may not be able to undo, and will find that the hole we have dug may be the hole we are buried in. Take a deep breath..........realize we have little or no control of the situation..........and be resolved to...........JUST GET ALONG........
Sent from my iPad
Sunday, January 15, 2017
January 15, 2017. Madison, GA. Preach The Word
Source of Light provides Bible Correspondence Courses in multiple languages to missionaries in nearly 40 counties, provides literature to students wishing to receive college credit toward a Bible College degree and works with many jail and prison inmates wanting to come to know and accept Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. Our people counsel, disciple, plant churches and support the efforts of those preaching The Word of God to the world. The effort began in the early 1950's with an outreach in Jamaica.
The Great Passion Play is a ministry devoted to telling the story of the last week of Jesus' earthly ministry through a live drama performed over 80 times each year from May thru October. TGPP also tells the Bible story in a Holy Land Tour of venues such as Jacob's well, Moses leading of the Hebrews out of Egypt and a full-sized Tabernacle in the Wilderness, Bethlehem, Sea of Galilee, Upper Room, Empty Tomb and some other Biblical sites. There is also the Christ of the Ozarks Statue, a Bible Museum and a Sacred Arts Gallery and Creation Museum. Nearly 8 million people have visited TGPP since 1966.
It takes a lot of people with various talents to keep these two ministries functioning. It takes all kinds of people with a heart for God and a desire to tell Jesus' story and it is not always easy to do the tasks required day after day. Some people are on the front lines in areas with physical and spiritual perils, and others are supporting their efforts through financial, material and prayer support. No task is too menial or too insignificant when we work as a team to Preach The Word.
Karen and I have devoted our "retirement" to being part of these two ministries since early 2014, and it has meant that we have changed our life style from one of a brick and mortar home to a home on wheels. We have all the conveniences we need, are comfortable and enjoy the wide variety of people we work with, minister to, and encounter in Georgia and Arkansas and places in between. We still get to talk with and encourage Veterans and make sure they know the benefits the VA affords them as vets.
In everything, we seek to Preach Jesus Christ by our words and actions, encourage others to be obedient to the call God places on their life and look forward to the promises of God and the hope we have in life eternal. Run the race.......keep the faith......finish strong.
Sent from my iPad
The Great Passion Play is a ministry devoted to telling the story of the last week of Jesus' earthly ministry through a live drama performed over 80 times each year from May thru October. TGPP also tells the Bible story in a Holy Land Tour of venues such as Jacob's well, Moses leading of the Hebrews out of Egypt and a full-sized Tabernacle in the Wilderness, Bethlehem, Sea of Galilee, Upper Room, Empty Tomb and some other Biblical sites. There is also the Christ of the Ozarks Statue, a Bible Museum and a Sacred Arts Gallery and Creation Museum. Nearly 8 million people have visited TGPP since 1966.
It takes a lot of people with various talents to keep these two ministries functioning. It takes all kinds of people with a heart for God and a desire to tell Jesus' story and it is not always easy to do the tasks required day after day. Some people are on the front lines in areas with physical and spiritual perils, and others are supporting their efforts through financial, material and prayer support. No task is too menial or too insignificant when we work as a team to Preach The Word.
Karen and I have devoted our "retirement" to being part of these two ministries since early 2014, and it has meant that we have changed our life style from one of a brick and mortar home to a home on wheels. We have all the conveniences we need, are comfortable and enjoy the wide variety of people we work with, minister to, and encounter in Georgia and Arkansas and places in between. We still get to talk with and encourage Veterans and make sure they know the benefits the VA affords them as vets.
In everything, we seek to Preach Jesus Christ by our words and actions, encourage others to be obedient to the call God places on their life and look forward to the promises of God and the hope we have in life eternal. Run the race.......keep the faith......finish strong.
Sent from my iPad
Thursday, January 12, 2017
January 12, 2017. Madison, GA. Change of Season
Karen and I have always lived in places where there were definite seasons of the year. We had variations in temperature, precipitation, clothing for warmth or to keep cool, shovels and lawn mowers as appropriate. There were occasional glitches, but mostly summer was summer, winter was winter, and so on and so forth........
Two days ago it was 19 degrees when we got up, and today it was in the 50's. Daytime temperatures were in the low 40's and today and for the next week it will be in the high 60's and low 70's. Spring-ter. has sprung. The grass is starting to green up and one of our people was actually on a mower, mowing, and I was finishing up the leaf gathering duties while wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt. The trees which are to shed their leaves, have done so. I've started growing my beard for the Passion Play and my hair will soon be trimmed, not cut. Anticipating a new season.
There will be no sure things as far as the weather is concerned. We can't change it, we can't order what we want, we can only watch the forecasts, dress appropriately and move from heat, to air conditioning, or a circulating fan, as needed. If we don't like it, I guess we could always move to San Diego with an average low of 57 and an average high of 69. There go the change of seasons and the variations which make life a challenge.
Sent from my iPad
Two days ago it was 19 degrees when we got up, and today it was in the 50's. Daytime temperatures were in the low 40's and today and for the next week it will be in the high 60's and low 70's. Spring-ter. has sprung. The grass is starting to green up and one of our people was actually on a mower, mowing, and I was finishing up the leaf gathering duties while wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt. The trees which are to shed their leaves, have done so. I've started growing my beard for the Passion Play and my hair will soon be trimmed, not cut. Anticipating a new season.
There will be no sure things as far as the weather is concerned. We can't change it, we can't order what we want, we can only watch the forecasts, dress appropriately and move from heat, to air conditioning, or a circulating fan, as needed. If we don't like it, I guess we could always move to San Diego with an average low of 57 and an average high of 69. There go the change of seasons and the variations which make life a challenge.
Sent from my iPad
Monday, January 9, 2017
January 9, 2017. Madison, GA. Staying Warm
The past few days have been very cold, by Georgia standards, and at night it has dropped into the high-teens. In three winters here in Georgia, this has been the coldest weather we have had to endure in the motor home. Our first week on the road in December, 2013 saw us stranded by an ice storm in Goodlett, Texas for five days, and then enduring some pretty cold weather all the way to Lufkin, Texas before we got far enough south and east to find warmer climes.
Over the past three years, we have learned a lot, found the way to efficiently use propane, the shore power hookup, the diesel generator, space heaters and the sun's positioning to keep us warm and keep our water (and us) from freezing up. Insulation in the right places in our storage bins and even a light bulb near our water pump have kept us in the coach even when it is bitter outside. We are so blessed to have such comfortable and enjoyable accommodations. Never did we imagine living this style of life on a full-time basis. We thank God every day for allowing us to serve Him as we do, and to stay warm in our Ark.
While Karen has been fighting bronchitis and upper respiratory problems for the past month and needed to revisit the Doctor again today, she is determined to overcome what has been a Mission-wide epidemic. Hopefully, a return to warmer weather over the next week will allow her, and everyone else, to get back to good health. Working in close quarters seems to keep the colds, coughs and other "mungish" crud coming back and causing havoc with our work force. We pray constantly for good health and for healing for many of our people who are facing other medical issues, some of them quite serious. This is a very dedicated group of people mostly in their 70's and 80's who still want to serve The Lord and stay warm in their faith. It is such an encouragement to be with such willing, faithful and dedicated servants.
We pray for all of you who are enduring far worse weather than we are, and pray you are being strong, courageous and staying warm physically and spiritually. To God be the Glory.
Sent from my iPad
Over the past three years, we have learned a lot, found the way to efficiently use propane, the shore power hookup, the diesel generator, space heaters and the sun's positioning to keep us warm and keep our water (and us) from freezing up. Insulation in the right places in our storage bins and even a light bulb near our water pump have kept us in the coach even when it is bitter outside. We are so blessed to have such comfortable and enjoyable accommodations. Never did we imagine living this style of life on a full-time basis. We thank God every day for allowing us to serve Him as we do, and to stay warm in our Ark.
While Karen has been fighting bronchitis and upper respiratory problems for the past month and needed to revisit the Doctor again today, she is determined to overcome what has been a Mission-wide epidemic. Hopefully, a return to warmer weather over the next week will allow her, and everyone else, to get back to good health. Working in close quarters seems to keep the colds, coughs and other "mungish" crud coming back and causing havoc with our work force. We pray constantly for good health and for healing for many of our people who are facing other medical issues, some of them quite serious. This is a very dedicated group of people mostly in their 70's and 80's who still want to serve The Lord and stay warm in their faith. It is such an encouragement to be with such willing, faithful and dedicated servants.
We pray for all of you who are enduring far worse weather than we are, and pray you are being strong, courageous and staying warm physically and spiritually. To God be the Glory.
Sent from my iPad
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Madison Blizzard of 1/7/17
In 1864 General Sherman marched through Madison on his way to Savannah. He spared most of the town except for some of the industrial facilites which supported the Confederate war effort. The 1/7 Blizzard spared us, as well. Note the lack of any snow on the ground and needless to say, the windshield did not require much effort to eliminate the accumulation on it. My understanding is that Atlanta did not "burn to the ground" from this weather attack.
Friday, January 6, 2017
January 6, 2017. Madison , GA. Snow?
Although we are 60 miles east of Atlanta, we get our weather forecasts from the Atlanta television stations. The past few days the forecasts have indicated fronts approaching from multiple directions, temperatures have been dropping, there have been tornadoes in the Atlanta area earlier in the week, and the rain which is now falling and the temperature at 38 and falling is a pretty good indicator that the forecasts are right and within a few hours we will see some snow.
Atlanta has been putting a brine solution, sand and salt on the roads to prevent a reoccurrence of the 2.5 inch snow of January, 2014 which paralyzed the city and caused a lot of embarrassment for the GDOT officials. Everyone is on high alert for the rest of today, overnight and into tomorrow to get the upper hand on the snow, freezing temperatures, black ice and freezing bridges and overpasses and keep everyone safe and moving around without too much inconvenience.
While Karen and I grew up in pretty severe winter conditions and have lived most of our lives in areas where 2 to 3 feet of snow, sub-zero temperatures, frozen roads, blizzards and white-outs are common, we are by no means fans of such conditions, but are ready for whatever comes our way in the next few days. We do have to be conscious of low temperatures which have the potential to cause our water to freeze up in the motor home, so we take precautions beyond what we had to do in our house in Colorado. Karen's sister sent us a picture of the walkway to our Fort Collins house and we feel for your aching muscles from the snow which had to be shoveled earlier this week, but we are glad we are here and not there. By mid-week, here, we should be basking in the 70's again.
But for now, we will hunker down, watch the weather forecasts and stay close to home for the next few days. We may wake to snow on the ground tomorrow, but I don't think it will even have to be messed with before it goes away. Happy winter in Georgia everyone.
Sent from my iPad
Atlanta has been putting a brine solution, sand and salt on the roads to prevent a reoccurrence of the 2.5 inch snow of January, 2014 which paralyzed the city and caused a lot of embarrassment for the GDOT officials. Everyone is on high alert for the rest of today, overnight and into tomorrow to get the upper hand on the snow, freezing temperatures, black ice and freezing bridges and overpasses and keep everyone safe and moving around without too much inconvenience.
While Karen and I grew up in pretty severe winter conditions and have lived most of our lives in areas where 2 to 3 feet of snow, sub-zero temperatures, frozen roads, blizzards and white-outs are common, we are by no means fans of such conditions, but are ready for whatever comes our way in the next few days. We do have to be conscious of low temperatures which have the potential to cause our water to freeze up in the motor home, so we take precautions beyond what we had to do in our house in Colorado. Karen's sister sent us a picture of the walkway to our Fort Collins house and we feel for your aching muscles from the snow which had to be shoveled earlier this week, but we are glad we are here and not there. By mid-week, here, we should be basking in the 70's again.
But for now, we will hunker down, watch the weather forecasts and stay close to home for the next few days. We may wake to snow on the ground tomorrow, but I don't think it will even have to be messed with before it goes away. Happy winter in Georgia everyone.
Sent from my iPad
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
January 3, 2017. Madison, GA. Wogging with the Cows
My newest friends are a herd of cows about a mile-and-a-half south on Mission Road from our motor home. They're a curious bunch, since I'm sure they don't see many walkers, runners or woggers while they are grazing in their field. The other day they all trotted over to the fence as I walked south past them. A few minutes later as I jogged past them on my return trip north on Mission Road, they decided to join me on the jog and kept me company for a short stretch. It was fun to have other than barking dogs take an interest in my presence on their road.
I know there are a lot of "fanatics" who travel long distances to Pamplona, Spain every July to Run with the Bulls, but I haven't heard of anyone "wogging with the cows" in Morgan County, Georgia. Maybe we can start a tradition.
Sent from my iPad
I know there are a lot of "fanatics" who travel long distances to Pamplona, Spain every July to Run with the Bulls, but I haven't heard of anyone "wogging with the cows" in Morgan County, Georgia. Maybe we can start a tradition.
Sent from my iPad
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)