Hello again from your on the ground front line reporter in the booming metro Roscoe area!


Greetings and salutations!


It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!  When I look at my calendar I can see that #25 looming!  I have done most of my shopping, or I know what I am going to buy, I just need to "git 'er dun!"


A week from Friday Georgiana and I are making our annual trek to San Antonio to enjoy the gorgeous River Walk in all of its Christmas splendor.  It is gorgeous this time of year.  One again we are staying at my favorite, the Contessa Hotel.  I have stayed in many places down there, but I believe this is without a doubt the best.  I watch throughout the year to see when they might have a sale going on and then I jump.


We will enjoy the boat ride, some Mexican cuisine, Dirty Nellie's piano bar (That guy is good), stroll through some of the riverside vendor booths, maybe go to the market, and of course SaltGrass!  We might even take a horse drawn carriage ride through downtown.


The main thing is D O W N time.  A little R & R.  A little reprieve before the jolly little fat man comes calling.


I am somewhat disappointed our harvest has not gone better, but like all the rest of this year the weather has not cooperated.  We have been lucky if we can strip three or four hours in a day and we did miss Sunday.  Today and tomorrow don't look too promising either. 


We lack about 300 acres on the section, but currently we are stripping 80 acres for Hag.


We made a deal with Hag to strip 80 acres and in return he would sow about 160 acres of wheat for Memama.  We got all the cotton off the acres we wanted to sow, and Thursday and Sunday Hag sowed it.  There was a time lag because he had a gear box valve or something like that, blow up and the manufacturer had to ship one in from Kansas.


Yesterday we ran on Hag's cemetery place.  Another decent day and we would be back on the section.


I hope to be finished before I go to San Antonio.  Of course it doesn't help that we left cotton standing in water at Wastella.  Any more rain and it may be un-harvestable.


Monday was kind of bitter sweet.  We had the big cotton stripper, the boll buggy, the module builder, a tractor pulling the field cultivator, Hag's tractor and grain drill and the shredder tractor.  All of them except the shredder were running and we were all in about a twenty acre plot that diminished with every pass.  It reminded me of the old days when we ran 5 four row strippers and two module builders.  It was either move or get run over!  I fully expected to see Pepa or Freddy cut across in front of me.  Ah, the good o' days!


It was kind of fun, but kind of painful too.  (Just to think Pepa, Freddy and Terri Jo are all up there sitting on their fat asthmas. [if you have fat asthma's up there]).


On a somber note, Noble's paternal great grandmother died last night.  Our condolences  To Sandy and her sister, Brad and Aunt Backy and all the other family. 


Have a day!


FATHER, thank YOU for all the work YOU do in our lives.  You are in control.  We lift Sandy and her family for YOUR gifts of comfort and peace.