Sunday, March 26, 2006

A Lovely Sunday

It's another lazy Sunday here in the Republic, but unlike last Sunday which was dreary, dark and cold this Sunday it's finally acting like Spring. The outdoors is calling to me to get some outside chores tended to. And I'm actually in the mood to do so, after I polish off this nice fat salad and plink some ramblings down.

The unofficial countdown to the dogwood blooms has started. In about a week these hills here will be awashed with creamy white blooms. The woods ringing my one pasture will be a solid wall of white. Already the wild peaches and apple trees are blooming. Daffodils and those of their ilk are popping up everywhere. Ah! The local birds have even changed their tunes, shifting into mating mode. As I drive by cow pastures, I see fairly brand new calves wobbling about. And my hens have begun to lay. I love spring in the Ozarks...too bad it never lasts. Come late April or so the humidity will set in, the temperatures will creep up and by June it'll miserable. But it is wonderful while it's here. Makes a body happy.

Patrick at Born Again Redneck has a good rant about the 2nd Amendment and some musings about spring over on his side of the coast. I have to agree; hearing my neighbors sight in their rifles or just doing some target practice gives me a strange reassurance that all is well in the world. Something that liberal can never fathom. As the ol' Harley slogan goes: "If I have to explain-then you'll never understand." His post brought back memories of when me and hubby would pull out 'the fun stuff' (the Mossberg, the over n under and other misc. weapons of mass destruction) whenever our big city pals would visit. They would leave from that impromptu demostration of what we do for amusement and our own security either totally enamored and high from the empowerment that blasting such a thing gives you and a changed mind or it just reaffirmed everything they thought about guns, namely that they were EEEeeeeeeeeee-vil and such common folk such as ourselves shouldn't be allowed to have such dangerous things, best leave those to the "professionals", like law enforcement and the military. Oh well, can't win 'em all.
But we had fun poking at them!

Gayle on her blog, is wrestling with a conflict about her church and their priest, who feels compelled to use the pulpit as his political soap box. I can't imagine how she feels. I feel so bad for her and her congregation. We're blessed by having just plain old conservative preachers here, being in the country and all. The sort of thing that Gayle is outraged about would flip the lids of most folks here. You're in our prayers, girlie. God knows your heart and mind, and that's what matters. But to have your flock led by a shepherd who lunches with the wolves is troubling. You'll be hard press to bite your tongue, but if push comes to shove, God will give you the wisdom to say the right thing.
Her post has caused me to wonder just how many Democrats (if any) attend our little church.
Statistically, there has to be a few. But if there are, they keep their thoughts to themselves and never try to mix politics with religion.

And speaking of those two things...Lem, the purveyor and lord over the Hillbilly Ecosystem and Hillbilly White Trash has a few choice words about idiots who try to do just that! In reference to the latest rescue of those "peace activists". Suggestions as to these ingrates fate will be much appreciated, I'm sure.

Wow, my salad is finished, my post is done, all wrapped up neat n tidy and now the yard is calling me!
Enjoy your Sunday, whereever you are. We will be!


Blogger Patrick Joubert Conlon said...

Most enjoyable. I don't go to church. I just look for posts like yours for my Sunday sermon.

You know, Gayle also lives in the country on 80 acres in Texas. I was surprised that her pastor was such a commie but it's the Episcopalian church and they're even worse here than in Texas.

When you talked about your hubby in a comment on my blog and here now, it sounds like it's in the past tense. Don't mind me if I'm being nosy.

BTW Thanks for the mention.

3/26/2006 4:47 PM  
Blogger white trash republican said...

Wow, I'm surprized too about that! And in TEXAS no less!
I guess I should have read more on her blog before I came off with some knee jerk assumption, but honestly...I thought most com/libs dwelt in the metro areas and the coasts. The ol' bird is kinda out of his natural enviroment. So I guess my misunderstanding is, well, understandable! I know better now.Thanks.

As for being nosy...ah, it's alright.
We lost our "Wild Bill" 4 years ago. Liver cancer from Hep C. Poor boy didn't even knowed he had it until it was too late. But that is the nature of that disease...I call it the Straight Guys AIDS. We figure it was from a bad tattoo he had got when he was 18 or so. It's an awful, awful thing.
But we sure had alot of fun while he was here! Enough time has past that I can think on it without tears...most times.

(oh and you're welcome.)

3/26/2006 5:35 PM  
Blogger Lemuel Calhoon said...

Hope you have fun in the yard. I've been building a retaining wall. Not too fun, but it is good workout.

3/26/2006 5:59 PM  
Blogger Patrick Joubert Conlon said...

We even have a few libs out here but they not as bad as the city libs. I think Gayle's pastor is an oddity.

I'm sorry to hear that you lost your "Wild Bill." You've got a beautiful outlook but that still made me feel sad for you.

One of my buddies got Hep C in Nam (probably from sharing needles but he's clean now) and it turned into liver cancer. Four years ago they gave him 6 months to live and then he found noni juice and he's pretty much cured. I tried it on one of my dogs who had cancerous tumors and it worked too. I'm skeptical of most of that stuff but I figured the placebo affect doesn't apply to dogs.

3/26/2006 6:09 PM  
Blogger white trash republican said...

Oh, believe me Pat, when we found out we tried just about every snake oil out there. Noni juice hadn't hit in this area at that time, but we would have done it as well.
His specialists were optimistic cuz they said he had the easiest genotype to get under control. But he had always been cursed with bad Irish luck. No matter what they gave as an outlook, his body did the opposite. The topper was "This genotype never turns into cancer".
Well, as he always would say, 'Never say never.'
I was pretty messed up for a long time after that, still am in some ways, but I'm slowly trying to find a new path to wander, we all are. It hit my younguns hard as you can imagine-they had not so much had to endure the death of a pet yet and then their Dad up and dies. Pretty tough. 4 years later and they still say Goodnite to him at bedtime.

Hey Lem, Retaining walls suck! I had to do some work on one at my place last spring. Wouldn't be so bad if people did things right the first time, then we poor saps wouldn't have to go and fix their mistakes!

3/26/2006 9:25 PM  
Blogger Patrick Joubert Conlon said...

I'm sure you've shown your kids how to survive just like you have. I lost my dad when I was a teen and it made it hard. The price of the pleasure of love is the pain of grief. No?

3/27/2006 2:12 AM  
Blogger white trash republican said...

Yep, you got that right-If he'd been a real SOB we could have got over it, but no, he had to be the most funnest, the most loving, teddy bear of a guy.
Sometimes life ain't fair, but that's in the small print in the contract, so what are ya gonna do?

My eldest has taken it the hardest-she was a Grade A, 100% Daddy's Girl. I see trouble ahead, maybe. I hope not, but she still is grappling with her sorrow. Could come out in all kinds of bad behavior as a teen.

3/27/2006 7:16 AM  

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