Summer is in full swing here. I know it’s true, because the air conditioner kicks on more often than I’d like, battling back the sticky heat of East Tennessee. As much as I dislike the full turn in the weather, 0ur farm is loving it. Thunderstorms gave the ground a deep soaking a few days in a row, and both of the gardens exploded into action. We now have pole beans with four foot runners winding their way up stakes, yellow squash nearly as tall as my knees, and a fresh crop of weeds ready to do battle with our army of hoes.
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The high school years follow their own space-time continuum. The four years from kindergarten to grade three are achingly slow at points, despite being chock full of hours spent learning to read, to count, to spell, to multiply, to stay on task. But high school… high school flies past you at the speed of sound, broken up only by pesky questions like, “Do you have enough math credits to graduate?” “Are you ready for your driver’s exam?” and “Are you applying to college, trade school, something else altogether?”
It’s true: you don’t have to live on a farm to tangle with a skunk. But in 21 years of marriage (next weekend) and four dogs, this was our first run-in.
Chances are good if you attend church regularly, you’ve met a missionary family. And chances are even better that they’ve asked you for financial support.
You live your whole life thinking you’re a pretty normal, middle class, socially acceptable kind of person.
Then you one day you look up from your scones and coffee and realize that your kids are firing rocks at squirrels through an open window.
Add this to the list of things you don’t consider in that moment when you find yourself anticipating a new life: someday, most likely, that kid is going to drive.
The two lines weren’t supposed to be there. You took the test on a whim. If anything, you thought, Murphy’s Law would come into play and you’d start your period as you were waiting for the seconds to tick by on the timer.