Sweet Rain

We have rain! This is a relief. We have been in such distress because of the lack of water.

Our fields were brown. We've been feeding hay all summer and have been very concerned we wouldn't have enough to get through the winter. We feared we would have to sell all our cows. This would be a catastrophe.

We still might have to sell our cows, but with any luck, maybe we'll get a good cutting of hay in October and can see our way through the winter. Just one good cutting, please please please.

At least now there is hope.

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In personal news, I have received word that my grandmother in California is not doing well. This is my father's family, and I don't know them well. They migrated from West Virginia to Virginia and then finally they moved to California when I was three months old.

I have seen my paternal grandmother about five times in my life. She is not the friendliest person, to be honest. I don't dislike her or anything and I love her because she is my grandmother, but I don't know her well enough to really have any kind of opinion of her.

But apparently old age is catching up with her. She's in her 80s so this is to be expected. She is having problems with her bones breaking now. (On the plus side, I seem to have some longevity in the genes so maybe that will be good for me.)

I am not much of a traveler anymore. I refuse to have people sticking their hands up my o.rifices these days and probably won't be flying any time soon, so I don't suppose I will see her before she dies.

My family is rather fractured anyway. I am the black sheep, the bad girl who married well and is well-known in the community for my writing and for volunteering and doing an occasional good deed. I don't understand it.