Friday

Our court date is close.

I wake in the morning with butterflies in my stomach, and I worry about what might happen.

My attorney asks "what's the worse thing that can happen?"

He obviously doesn't know the way my mind works.

I can't wait for all this to be over.



Today is my off day. I'm going to plant and try to grow cantalope, beets, carrots, squash, tomatoes, jalapenos, and watermelon. I also wanna give pumpkins another try. Even if I don't get any pumpkins out of it, the flowers that grow on the pumpkin vine are pretty.........and the vine is kinda cool too.



While growing up we had a couple of farms. My dad raised beef cattle. It wasn't his "real" job. It was just something he did for fun, and to relax. When he first started buying cows my sisters and I would name them. Until there were too many to name........&...............we soon learned it isn't wise to name farm animals, because one day they may end up being the pot roast on your supper table......which was the case with George and Abe (our favorite two cows)......we were shocked and we cried.............and then there was Wormy. His mother broke through the ice on one of the ponds and died. So we bottle fed him. He was playful and sweet and like a pet to us. I can't remember what became of him. I don't think he was slaughtered.....and if he was I don't think dad told us.

But I remember going out to the farm on weekends with dad and helping him with whatever needed to be done. The part I liked best was exploring every corner of the land, exploring the barns, playing with the cows and catching tree frogs. I remember one time being chased by a wild dog. He wanted to kill and eat me. I could see it in his eyes. And I remember seeing his big, sharp, white fangs dripping of white froth as he growled at me. I ran from him. I don't know how he didn't catch me. I ran to the barn and climbed up to the loft. He stood, staring up at and growling at me for what felt like a life time. I was afraid to scream for dad. I worried that if he came running to me the dog would get him. So I sat quietly in the loft, and eventually the dog went away.