Just the beginning of May Happenin's

We had the great pleasure of taking our “new” camper on its Maiden Voyage. Jeb was in heaven. I really wonder whether all the work that goes into camping is worth the fun one has while camping. I guess I’ll never get it equated really, but it is a lot of work and a lot of fun…about even for me I suppose. For Jeb it is NO work and a lot of FUN! He had a great time playing on the playgrounds at the State Park and riding bikes with Addison and Tanner. We went to a great waterfall and ate some good BBQ. Jonas and Jeb caught a lot of fish at the lake there and Jeb got to play in the water one morning too. We played games, grilled burgers, Jeb rode his Jeep all over the place, and roasted marshmallows (Jeb’s fav thing to do according to him). We got some rain on and off, but at good times like nighttime and just a shower one afternoon. Caleb did not sleep well and I ended up pulling out of the campsite at 6:45 am after wrestling with him in the “bed” for over an hour…NOT FUN. I was impressed that it seems that the camper is in running order…the air works, the fridge works…I am AMAZED! It is a real step up from the tent! Also, Squeaky (hee hee) put some light-up butterflies all over the awning that really made it look dashing!


I would like to give God some praise for taking care of Jeb this week. I had just told my nephew not to get near the back of my parents donkey when I looked down and low and behold if he did not pick up the leg of a once-wild-burrow that my dad “adopted” at a Wild Horse Auction. Now, you can probably guess what happened next. Jeb got kicked by the donkey as the donkey crow hopped to get away …Jeb was standing in front of the donkey petting it when all this went down. It literally scared me so badly that I was sick to my stomach and had a cry and then just was silent for over an hour as I thanked God for his safety. He screamed for a solid hour since it also scared him terribly and he had a small knot behind his ear and a red ear for a while. He is perfectly fine, but it really taught me a number of things! The best thing of all is that it is going to make me an even more fervent prayer for my son’s protection. Living on a farm is quite dangerous in itself—horses, goats, huge wells/water tanks, tractors, 4 Wheelers, electric fences, you get the drift. Now back to the donkey…his name is Moses and he is really a sweetie. He only did what he had to do since he was scared himself. He is not “wild” anymore, but at one point he was in a herd of wild horses somewhere out West. When they round up the Wild horses to auction off at T. Ed Garrison arena some burrows are in there with them. The folks who ran the auction gifted old Moses to my dad, the Vet for the auction. He is really a nice fella when you don’t pick up his legs. Maybe he and Esther, our donkey, can get together one day and have some little Hezekiah’s or something! Huuummm….