I think the weather has been talked to death lately. I know I am sick of it, the weather and the subject! I cannot do one thing about the stuff. No rain maker, can’t clear out the clouds when we need to dry up and I’d be switched if I wouldn’t like to run the control on the thermostat! We need more in the subject line than this weather thing!
Cattle are pretty high right now. Probably have a shortage of them after the loss due to freezing this spring’s calf crop. I sure hope we don’t start importing more from South America. That is a blight on our agriculture, one that won’t go away any time soon. Why in the world do we have to import so much of that beef when we have plenty raised here?
I went to the feed store to buy a few bags of mineral this morning. Sat around and listened for awhile to the important talk going on. The fellers were full of it beings as they had been cooped up so long in the cabin. I found out several things I didn’t even want to know and not much that would be useful to me. Things got real quiet when the preacher’s close relative came in to purchase a sack of hen scratch. I bet she thought we were talking about her; her face turned bright pink when she looked over at the crew perched on sacks.
I was sorta feeling bad about the episode, and after she left I mentioned that to the boys. We all agreed we should have kept on visiting, even if we had to change subjects to accommodate the ones who came in. Not that we talked bad but the ladies might not want to hear about the tapeworm Claude Pinkerton found in a cow or how Jack Allen lost his bull.
We moved on to communications all around the country. There are folks in deep trouble for sending text messages to bad mouth or embarrass fellow citizens. I have determined the reason so many have done the texting is because they aren’t looking that particular person in the face. I think television has caused some of that.
We can make nasty remarks to the TV screen and the actors never know it. Now it seems the corners have worn off the wheel and some think they can make unseemly talk any time they want without any repercussions. Don’t bet your farm on it! Several bigtime politicians are simmering in the hot water right now!
It is my opinion, and everyone has one, the old adage about your Mammy knowing what you were mouthing behind her back because she had eyes in the back of her head is catching up! You will be found out if you put it out in cyber space. And just imagine how sorry you would feel if your offspring and their offspring knew how ugly you were speaking to or about a fellow creature. Just ain’t worth it at all!
If you can’t say something nice, well, you know the rest of the saying! Have a good one and keep the cows in!
Bill is a pen name used by the Gravette author of this weekly column.
Opinion, Pages 8 on 02/23/2011