A Plain Brown Paper BagPosted Tuesday, December 4, 2012, at 2:54 AM
This little Christmas Village was created by me last year. You would never know that it was a Baseball Platform Mound.
I hated the day that plastic grocery bags came into existence. In my twenties and thirties, I was very firm about asking for paper instead of plastic.
But then, I became middle-aged. Those plastic bags have handles, making easier to carry several of them at once. I turned over to the Dark-Side and gave in to the Plastic Forces!
Our landfills are full of nasty reminders that plastic doesn't grow old gracefully like paper does. There is a great deal of talk about renewable resources and energy, but somehow, the plastic question gets ignored.
In about 100 years, our garbage will become an archeological study. Just imagine a scholar uncovering a landfill with tons of dirty diapers, plastic toys and styrofoam fast-food containers.
Lately, we have been barraged with the plastic things in life. Holidays are no longer for families, but for retail stores. Saving $100.00 on a TV or Toy is more important than spending time with our loved ones. Each holiday sale has become more frenzied than the last.
Surely, I can call upon Luke Skywalker to save me from the Dark-Side of Plastic and free me from the dilemma of having to choose between paper or plastic at the grocery store.
This year, I am giving serious thought to creating grab bags for the grandkids on Christmas Eve. I might even hide them around the house for a treasure hunt.
We have loved ones and friends who are lonely or alone. And there some of us who need to make amends to those we have wronged. Or worse, yet, we have missed the opportunity to say; "I love You" or "I am Sorry."
Each hug, kiss or words of endearment will linger far longer in our hearts than any gift-wrapped Door-Buster Bargain.
Have a great week everyone!
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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.