Wednesday night in prayer meeting we got into a discussion on asteroids, noting the one that had hit Russia with very little damage or loss of life. However, had it landed in a heavily populated place, the devastation would have been astronomical.
We all agreed that an early warning system for these things would be good, but only if they could be destroyed or re-directed. The commentary was that maybe a nuclear device would be able to shatter the rock, making the little pieces less destructive. However, another scenario was that it could make it worse. The fix-it did not sound very encouraging.
To my surprise on Friday morning, while watching a news program at Moms, the discussion was almost exactly as ours on Wednesday night. I had to chuckle when one of the newscaster made the remark, “Well, if they can’t stop the thing, then I’d just as soon not know that it’s coming.” This was exactly the conclusion we’d all come to—ignorance sometimes is bliss.
After I had completed watching this, I began checking up on Nic Wallenda’s upcoming walk across the Grand Canyon, scheduled for Sunday evening.
I could see no excuse for risking your life for this purely entertaining event. I was in sympathy with his wife, children, and other family members.
However, his father, uncle, probably other family and friends were helping him and his wife did not tell him not to do it.
I decided not to watch, then when I got home from church I just had to go to the Discovery Channel and see if he was still alive. He was, and was praying very sincerely, so much so that I joined him, as I’m sure many other folks around the world did also. After he was safely back on solid ground, I was sure he’d state that that trip across the canyon would be his ultimate adventure, but no, he’s now planning something bigger and more exciting.
My explanation is that he’s crazy. God got him over the canyon and if I were him I don’t think I’d tempt God again.
I occasionally watch the NASCAR races with brothers and those are terrifying to me. However, I can see some good that they’ve accomplished.
Much of the safety devices on our street vehicles have evolved because of these races. I’m probably alive today because of some of this technology—and of course God’s allowing it to be used to save many of our lives. He does work in mysterious ways and with many events, seemingly of human devices. It’s all under His control, though.
Had several calls last week to tell us they’d not gotten either the June 6 or 13 paper. As they called they were, for the most part very nice, telling me how much they enjoyed the Herald and my column. Many said that they missed getting to read what I’d cooked. Well this week food was very good. Found two little Smithfield tenderloins in Larson’s Five for $19.99 section. They were delicious. As sides, I cooked really southern foods—fresh creamed corn, purple hull peas, fried okra, and sliced some vine ripened tomatoes. Had cornbread, of course, and iced tea.
Dessert was bread pudding and pineapple upside cake. The cake was cooked because I had some pineapple/cream cheese spread left over, along with a half can of pineapple. Put the spread in the batter, along with a 1/4 cup butter, an egg, cup of sugar, about 3 tablespoons of pineapple juice, cup of flour, and a little vanilla.
When I put the batter on top of a melted 1/2 cup of butter, 1/2 cup of brown sugar, 1/2 cup white sugar, and the left over pineapple, the batter looked really good. I had to lick the spoon and it was as good as icing. I didn’t taste the cake, but Jimmie said I needed to keep that recipe and she’s not a pineapple fan.
Saturday morning, while the cake and bread pudding were cooking, I put a Boston butt in the oven with them. Was glad I’d done this, because the boys went to my house to cut grass and came in about lunch time, wanting food. We pulled the pork, made cole slaw and had sandwiches. They also consumed some of the desserts.
Cleaned out both fridges and made a huge pot of soup, which we’re eating this week.
I usually stop to rest at eight on Saturday to watch Paula Deen. Got in my chair, turned on the TV and no Paula. I just fussed and then got up and went back to work.
Didn’t know what had happened until Jimmie arrived. Well, I’m boycotting the Food Channel. Hope Smithfield does not fire Paula, because their products are really good.
It’s hard to believe that one slip of the tongue could cause much damage—we’ve all said things we wish we could take back. Once they’re said, though, all we can do is apologize, and she did that.
Storage building is taking shape. Steve (Ford) and Walt (McCullar) were doing the preliminary work, getting ready for a roof, when I left this morning. With good weather predicted this week, I’m sure much progress will be forthcoming, if they can stand the heat and humidity.
Boys thought I was building too small and had too many windows. It’s staying like we designed it. If it’s not big enough I’ll sell or throw some things away and I do like to see.
I’ll let them make decisions on the yard work—they’re good at that.
Mr. Billy Ford came by last week to show us his new Town and Country van. It’s the same model as mine, but it is such a pretty color and has all the bells and whistles—heated leather seats, GPS, self closing doors, and lots of other goodies. It is pretty and I’m so proud for him—know he’s going to enjoy it.
The traveling baseball teams are playing for the championships now. Will Pilcher and others from our area are on a team that won five straight games to come in second in state play and I’m sure they will go on to Nationals. Congratulations.
Michael’s step-son, Jack, and his team were in Jackson over the weekend and they were winning. This team will also go on to Nationals in Birmingham. Michael, Misty, Jack, Haller Grace, and Caroline, left in the old Cole suburban. Jimmie said Bill had gone over it from bumper to bumper and said, “I hope it will make this trip.” Jimmie said they’d pulled out the third seat and that it was loaded from front to back—packed as tightly as possibly. When you carry a five month old, a five year old and an eight year old, along with two adults, it takes lots of clothes and equipment. Know they’re going to have a great time.
Can you believe the next paper we print will be dated July 4th? This year is flying by—we’ll be to Christmas before we know it.
By Betty Shearer