To everything there is a season….

   ” To everything there is a season, a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted…

A time to speak and a time to remain silent…”  

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Been thinking about putting this blog in the archives for a little while  now.

90% of you that are regular readers know I also have a “farm” blog, which I do plan to continue to use.  Rather than just up and disappear, I wanted to put this little notification out.  If you don’t know that website, and are interested,  leave me a comment and I’ll send it to you via e-mail.

I’ll probably leave this blog up for a couple of weeks, just to make sure any regulars  know how to find me, and after that I’ll put it in the can along with my other blog.

Take care, DM

 

True…That

 

Yesterday morning on my way to work, I passed through the town of XYZ.

A young friend and former co-worker lives in this town, and sometimes I will  call (or text him) just to let him know I am thinking of him.

That happened yesterday,  🙂  I texted him once I got to the job-site.

Several years ago he  played the part of the tailor in the play Fiddler on the roof.

Remember that story?

I texted him:

“Blessings on your head, mazel tov, mazel tov.”

Forty five minutes later he replies: “Morn’n Tevya!”

To which I said: “If I were a rich man…”

An hour later he replied:“Ah, but you’ve been blessed with beautiful daughters, (and son) plus that pesky fiddler on your roof!”

His words made my morning.

Made me think about my four kids…

I am a rich man.

I am thankful for these relationships for several reasons.

When I was younger (and they were young) I didn’t “get it.”  I poured too much of my time and energy into other “good things”.  ie helping other people, youth group, work,  instead of cherishing the ones closest to me.   So I am thankful for the relationships I do have.

I am thankful for each of their diverse personalities.

I am thankful for the  adult version each of them has turned into (in spite of us as parents feeling like we were flying by the seat of our pants, the whole time.)

I am thankful I get to work with our son currently.  He has his own masonry  and commercial business, and I have my own construction and remodeling business.  Some days, he’s the boss, and other days, I am in charge.  What a blessing!

 

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How about you.  Tell me something (somethings) you need to be more thankful for.

You know me, I love details…..details.

If you can’t think of something right now on the spot, give it some thought, and come back.

 

 

The Price of food may be going up

Today is a two post day. 🙂

PSA

Maybe you have already noticed…

Maybe this will be old news by the time you read it….

And maybe in your neck of the woods it won’t happen,

but according to our local grocery store manager (who shared this info with our neighbor’s niece who works at that grocery store….)

The prices of food will be going up in the not too distant future….

Not trying to stir  up any fear, rather, give you a little heads up so you’ll have a chance to prepare.

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My wife is a frugal shopper.  Her favorite place to shop for groceries is a local Amish discount food store.

Items are pennies on the dollar in many cases.

Not outdated,

Plus they sell in bulk.

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Quick question-  Have you heard any rumblings of this where you live?

Take care. DM

 

Ode to the blue collar man (ie. my father)

Ode: An ode is a kind of poem, usually praising something. … An ode is a form of lyric poetry — expressing emotion — and it’s usually addressed to someone or something, or it represents the poet’s musings on that person or thing.

(Long time readers may remember a version of this post from 2016.  It showed up on my “blog stats” this morning and I thought it was worth reposting. DM)

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My dad graduated high school in the early  50’s.

A local attorney  (Remley) who at one point owned the farm my dad  lived on,  offered to pick up the tab on his college tuition “because  he had a knack for math.” My grandparents were not rich.  They’d raised a family through the great depression, then after WW 2,  shipped, case after case of canned food and clothing to grandma’s relatives  back in the old country (German).. .so grandpa and grandma never really got ahead financially. Dad opted not to go to college, instead went into the service, then went to work at a packing house. After that, he started  driving a cement truck for a local cement company.   At some point, he was asked to come into the office and help behind the counter in the lumber yard portion of the business, eventually rising through the ranks to manage both the lumberyard and the concrete plant.

(Remember what I told you about math.) 🙂

In the early 1970’s dad went into business with his brother as a general contractors. They built up a multi-million dollar construction company, employed one  hundred eighty men over the course of a 30 year span, one of which was me.

This is an ode to the  blue collar man that shaped my life..

 

Ode To The Blue Collar Man

He

had

 the

hands

of a

farmer.

The heart of

a musician,

the mind of

an engineer.

But somehow..

between raising a family,

paying the bills and farming the land,

his steel guitar  got misplaced in the mix.

Life is a pendulum.Sometimes we learn

by example, and sometimes we choose

a different path.