A couple of notes.

This past week we lost two individuals.  One a local, the other an Abilene, physician.

Verla Ratliff, who was the mother of friends growing up, and worked at the school, finally succumbed to cancer.  It was a long and difficult road home.  Recently she had gone to M.D. Anderson in Houston, in hopes something new could be tried.  They had no answers for her and she wanted to return home.  Upon arrival in West Texas she was admitted to Rolling Plains Hospital and into Hospice care.

Our condolences go out to her family.

Dr. Herman Shaffer had served as my children's pediatrician many years ago.  In fact, he was the doctor that figured out why Rian who weighed 7 pounds at birth, weighed only 4 pounds at six weeks of age.  Rian's skin just hung from his frame.  I will be forever indebted to Dr. Shaffer for his diagnosis and diligence.  I am sure if Dr. Shaffer had seen Rian in recent years, he would have found it hard to believe that scrawny baby and Rian were one and the same.  Dr. Shaffer had been retired for a number of years.  He too had a long and difficult road home.  He suffered from pancreatic cancer and multiple melanomas that metastasized in his spine causing some paralysis.

Our condolences and gratitude go out to his family.

Late developments in my divorce now find me employing another attorney.  This one a contractual law attorney.  I also still have my divorce attorney employed.  We are in the process of having the mediated settlement vacated.  There were a number of items in the agreement that were time sensitive that have not happened five weeks after the agreement was signed.  We are asking the judge to throw out the mediated settlement and to issue an order to vacate the house, prepare it for sale and to sell all the equipment with proceeds being split right down the middle (after expenses of course).

When this is all over I should write a book.

And Wednesday we go back to court for Merrit's mess.  In the mean time I am spending time in the local bank, sheriff's office and district attorney's office.

I should be a legal beagle before much longer.

And, we are still waiting on that rain blessing.  All we have received is enough to spot the cars when the dirt is blowing.  I am afraid our wheat is beyond hope.

Several farmers are putting down yellows (herbicides).  I am not that brave.  Depending on markets, a guy might want to be able to plants some milo, possibly at a later date.

Remember you heard the next message here first.  John Boehner is the biggest ass in Washington, D.C..

Can I have an amen?

Well, have a day!

Oh FATHER, help me to keep a clear head as things swirl about me.  Help me to make good choices.  We continue to ask for YOUR rain blessing.