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    February 28

    Isn't Love Grand?

    Tonight we went to the America's Cowboy concert put on the Kevin McNiven and family.  I had a sneaking suspician that we may be witnessing more than a concert. 

    Tyler McNiven showed up again in my daughter, Lisa's life last September.  She had known him briefly during her under-grad years.  He was a sound technician/singer and she was instrumentalist.  Their paths crossed occasionally.  Then Lisa graduated and moved to Cincinnati for 2 years where she earned her Master's degree in Viola Performance.  She was offered a 1-year position back at her alma mater BYU-Idaho.  She accepted gladly.  Getting teaching experience was invaluable.  Many doctoral students are unable to find positions because they have no teaching experience.  Last August Lisa moved back to her home town. 

     

    A couple of weeks later I went with Lisa to a store where she was greeted and hugged by an "old friend".  I didn't think too much about it, but then less than a week later the romance began. 

     

    Tyler finished school in December and moved back to Lander, Wyoming.  He is helping his family make the transition to Branson, Missouri where they will perform.  Tyler and Lisa made the drive every weekend, sometimes she going there, and sometimes he came here. 

    3 weeks ago Lisa said the McNiven family decided to come to our town to do a concert.  They said they needed to film some promotional materials here for the Branson press, but I had a little idea pop in my head that there was more to it than that.

    Tonight, after the intermission when the show started back up, Kevin said that they would now have a drawing for a free CD.  They asked Lisa to bring up the ticket stubs.  She did and tried to set it down and get off stage, but they asked her to sit down and help with the drawing.  They had cue cards made out with her lines on  and she became part of the show. They did the drawing and then asked her to help with the next song.  I could see she was very nervous when they handed her 2 spoons.  She was to play spoons while Tyler sang.  She had no idea how to play spoons and ended up with one in each hand and just tapped them together to the beat of the song.  (Now, if they had given her a viola...)Tyler proceeded to sing a love ballad asking her to spend "from now and  forever with me".  He then knealt and asked her to marry him and when she said yes he put the ring on her finger.  It was very romantic and brought a tear to my eye, my mom's eye, my sister's eye and my niece's eye.  That's a lot of soggy eyes, and those are just the one's I know about. 

    We're very happy for Lisa and Tyler.  We feel like he's already a member of our family. 

    T

    February 27

    A Day in the Life...

    Warning: This blog may put you to sleep! I took Great Pretender’s challenge and recorded my thoughts every 30 minutes for a whole entire day. It was kind of enlightening. I discovered some things about myself, like I didn’t have a lot of positive thoughts, at least yesterday I didn’t. I thought I was a pretty upbeat person, but it didn’t really show in my recorded thoughts. Oh, wait a minute, I remember having those kinds of things running through my head from 10 minutes to until 10 minutes after every hour. Yeah, that’s the ticket. J Anyway, I promise I won’t be offended if you skip this blog.

    For those of you still reading, here goes nothing……..

    8:15 – Oh, morning already? Mr. Burns you big fatty, move over! Okay that massage feels pretty good…ouch, ouch, stop using your claws. Fine! I’ll get up!

    8:45 – Look at all that snow. I better hurry. I’ve got to leave early enough that I can drop by the computer store before work and with all this snow the roads may be slick. Why is Mr. Burns being so friendly today? My gosh, go find a rabbit.

    9:15 – Okay, after work I need to get home and clean! I think if I vacuum, and mop the tile it should be pretty good. Things didn’t get too messed up over the weekend. I hope Tyler’s family like eating here to morrow night. I wonder what they’re like. I’m sure if they are anything like Tyler we’ll all get along just fine.

    9:45 – Are those drifts in my garage? There’s so much snow! My car is in the garage and it’s covered with snow. I guess I should have shut the garage door last night. And I should have worn boots today instead of pumps. I love my Explorer. I probably would have gotten stuck in those drifts in my van.

    10:15 – I need to remind the guys of their interviews with Max the academic V.P. I sure hope Dan shows up. With him being on sabbatical I never know when he’s going to be here. But he’s so on the ball I’m sure he will be here early, ready and waiting to go.

    10:45 – OH…MY….GOSH!!!! Mr. Burns was hungry! That’s why he wouldn’t leave me alone this morning. I remember now that his dish was empty last night. Poor cat! Now he’s got to wait until I get home, unless he DOES go and find a rabbit. Oh yuck. I’ll probably come home to a half-eaten dead rabbit in my house. And we have company tomorrow. AAGHHH!

    11:15 – I better tell Robb that Max is ahead of schedule, but he’s still not out of class yet. Max will be ready for him any minute. Hurry, hurry, hurry, Oh good, his class is out.

    11:45 – Our interviews ended 15 minutes early. Yeah! This test that one of the T.A.’s brought in doesn’t match any names in class. Would someone just show up and randomly take a test even though they aren’t registered. I think not! I’ll bet she got married and is now using her married name instead of the name she had when she registered. There IS one person with that same first name. I’ll bet that’s her. I’ll have to just hold onto this and see if there are any other Amy’s taking the test today.

    12:15 – Kind of quiet right now. Maybe I’ll go online and see what my blogging buddies are up to.

    12:45 – I’m getting hungry. Joni just cleaned me out of my protein bars. Do I run up and get some soup now, or wait til 2 when Ana gets here. Ana was sick on Friday. I hope she’s feeling better. She sounded miserable on the phone when she called. I would sure hate to get sick right now. I can’t take any germs over to dad until his blood counts are back up. I’d better wait until 2 to eat.

    1:15 – Everybody keeps missing that question in online quiz #12. The Blackboard online service is just not giving them points for correct answers. I need to change the choices to one correct answer and 3 very wrong answers. Let’s see….

    How can you identify the location of a fault?

    A. aligned vegetation, springs, linear scarps and features

    B. with a GPS unit

    C. look in the yellow pages

    D. ask your friends.

    That should take care of that one. The quiz isn’t meant to be a real test anyway, just a way for them to become familiar with the material before they come to class. Now I have to change the answers in the other 14 sections.

    1:45 – Okay, I’m getting really hungry now. I hope Ana’s not still sick. If she doesn’t come to work I’ll have to leave anyway to grab some food. I’d better water my plant…oh, it’s so sunny outside. Maybe all the snow will melt.

    2:15 – Whoa! It’s really cold out here. It looks sunny and warm but I bet with the wind chill it’s close to zero. Those Chinese veggies and noodles were good. I wish they hadn’t run out of soup, though. I love their soup. I wish I could take lunch earlier than 2:00. They always run out of soup before I get there!

    2:45 – That’s so funny. Ana lives next door to Tyler’s sister. She saw the poster in her window and knew she was from Wyoming, but didn’t connect the two until his sister announced that her dad was coming to perform his show this week. What a small world.

    3:15 – Forty-five minutes until phase two of my day begins. I have to meet Andy at Les Schwab so they can align my tires. I hope they can figure out what’s wrong with my battery connection, too. I don’t want any car problems when we go to Boise this week.

    3:45 – I almost forgot to schedule the room for Wednesday night’s rock test. That would have been awkward if some group showed up to use it and it was all laid out for the test. Sometimes I think I’m losing it. I never used to forget anything! I was like an elephant. I could see someone briefly and later remember where I’d seen them before. It was a source of pride. I guess maybe I was getting a little too proud and needed to be humbled a bit. Hmmm.

    4:15 – Back at work. I don’t mind covering for Ana today because I know how important her appointment is. Why do those students have rock samples from the lab? They’re not supposed to have access to those on test day. Who got them out? They said they didn’t know the T.A.’s name but that it was a guy. I’ll have to find out who it was and have a talk with them.

    4:45 – My eyes are getting tired. I’ve only tallied survey results from one class. I’ve still got 7 more to go. I’ll have to work on it hard tomorrow so that I can turn them in to the dean.

    5:15 – Les Schwab is so nice – no charge. They’ve always been so great to us. I hope Andy gets here soon to pick me up. I’m getting cold standing out here. That snow looks like cotton batting. I bet its soft. I want to step on it without my shoe. YEP – It’s soft and cold!

    5:45 – Oscar loves his car rides. I’m glad Andy brought him. He wants me to open my window, though. Sorry puppy, too cold for that. I really want a pop. I haven’t had one yet today. That’s got to be some kind of a record for me. Wow! Andy really did get stuck in the driveway drift. No wonder he took so long to come.

    6:15 – I’m going to walk. Walk or die, walk or die, walk or die. Should I wake Joni up yet? No, too soon. 5 more minutes. Okay, I’m going to walk right now for 30 minutes.

    6:45 – Almost done. This is a faster pace than I am used to. It is definitely warming me up. Overheating more like. I don’t think I’ll make a fire after all.

    7:15 – I feel wiped out. I’m glad I worked out with the treadmill and the bo-flex, and the ping pong games with Andy were fun, too, but now I don’t want to do anything. I’ll just take it easy for a while and then start on my cleaning.

    7:45 – Okay – must stop blogwalking and start cleaning. Oscar! Stop chewing on Mr. Burn’s ears.

    8:15 – I keep thinking about Pretender’s little blood-sucking student. It reminds me (kind of) of a conversation that Mike overheard with his juvie probationers. I’ll have to write that one up in a blog sometime.

    8:45 – I’m so tired. I can really tell I haven’t worked out for a few days. Andy is trying to humiliate me by playing ping pong with his paddle packwards and hitting it behind his back. Show off.

    9:15 – Living room done. I still need to do the tile. I bet the laundry’s ready to be shifted over. I’m glad Andy and Abby helped me. Okay enough sitting. Back to work.

    9:45 – Mike’s still not home. I wonder how many more grades he has to put in before he can quit. Only 3 more days until the end of the trimester. I think I’ll play a quick game on the computer then back to cleaning. I’ve got to go with dad to the doctor tomorrow. I hope the news is good.

    10:15 - A-mazing what caffeine will do. Thank you caffeine. I love my tile. It looks so nice.

    10:45 – Thank you David, for showing up and playing ping-pong with Andy. I really didn’t want to and it’s so fun for him to spend time with his big brother. They really do get along pretty well even though they are 10 years apart in age. I’d get done a lot faster if I didn’t have to keep stopping and doing laundry. I should have done more this weekend, instead I chose to play. Oh well. Dumb dog, why does he take his food, one morsel at a time over to eat on the carpet?

    11:15 – I can’t wait to soak in a hot bath. I wonder how much longer Mike is going to be.

    11:45 – What a lovely relaxing bath, even though the “off-balance” washer buzzed through the whole thing. Where’s Mike? Oh, finally he’s home. I’m going to bed.

    February 24

    Mostly High With a Couple Lows

    I really do enjoy my Saturday mornings.

    When I wake up everyone is gone. 

          My work-a-holic husband is working for the city recreation this morning

                      making sure 3 gymns are running their basketball games smoothly,

          and for county juvenile probation this afternoon

                      making sure all those juvie offenders do their community service.

          Andy and Abby are at one of the gymns keeping score and doing the timeclock.

    It's the one morning a week that I wake up and have NO COMMITMENTS!!!

    I don't know how I did it when I had five children all needing something all the time.

    I have to admit that my baby, Andy (16) is still very needy.

    Sometimes I wish he would just go find some friends, but it's kind of nice having him want me

    to play ping pong, or billiards, or Zilch, or watch a movie, and on and on and on.

    Only I'm not that great at ping pong, so he keeps saying, "I wish dad would come and play",

    until dad does come, and then I watch.

    And it's just as much fun to watch them.

    I've had a pretty good week.

    Definitely some ups and downs in there, but overall a pretty good week.

    I was able to watch Joni (20) play basketball.  She was on fire!  She's the tallest on the team at 5' 11" so the other team was a bit surprised when she started shooting 3 pointers.  Out of 7 attempts she made 5 of them to end up with 29 points.  It was fun to see the smile on her face.  She has another game at noon, so I'll get to go watch her again.  Fun!

    I finally have high-speed internet in my house!  For years we have suffered along with dial-up.  I feel ungrateful for even saying this because how fortunate we are to have internet at all!  I grew up in an era when you didn't even phone call the next town because long distance was too expensive. I remember once my dad bought one of the first 4 function calculators.  He was so proud of it and it only cost him $100.00. (No I did not get the decimal in the wrong place.) Now days technology is relatively cheap and is so awesome that I don't want to seem spoiled when I say that I was getting pretty impatient to have high speed.  Whenever I wanted to blog or comment I would have to drive into my computer at work, an inconvenience, but not one I wasn't willing to live with.  I tried almost every high speed service that I could think of, AOL, Quest, Earthlink, and on and on.  No one offered service in my area. "What?  I have friends who live farther out of town than I do who have it. Sorry, but we do not support high speed on your road. "

    I feel SO lucky now to have a fast connection.

    My daughter Abby has been accepted into the local University where I work.  Hurray.  She wanted to go to Utah State, but maybe now she will stay here and I can have her close to me for a while longer.  She also finally quit her job last night.  She has worked for a local fast food place for about 7 months earning money for the high school choir trip to New York City.  Her choir was selected, along with 3 other choirs nationally to perform at Carnegie Hall in March.  They are singing a Latin cantata, very high brow.  In one of the pieces Abby has the solo.  I told her that's definitely something she should put on her resume', ("Sang a solo at Carnegie Hall in New York City") But her job was so demeaning.  The boss continually yelled at her and told her all the things she was doing wrong.  He paid her less than everyone else because she was a high school student and the rest were college even though she had worked there the longest.  But the worst thing about it was that her paychecks kept bouncing!  She was too timid to go back to the boss and tell him untill I threatened to do it for her. (I know the boss personally having gone to high school with him.) He would always pay her cash in exchange for the rubber check.  I hope she gets her last check okay, and that's it good.

    My daughter Joni was accepted into nursing school, a very highly competitive program. There are so many applicants that they have strict criteria for entrance.  One of those was that you must have less than 30 college credits before you apply.  Joni had 45, but her 4.0 GPA and 27 ACT spoke well for her.  She was personally called by the head of the nursing program and told she could apply because their applicant numbers were down.  It was a relief when she received the letter making her acceptance official. 

    On the down side, Abby auditioned for a music scholarship and received a letter telling her that she did not get one.

    David has received 3 letters from grad schools turning him down.  He still has a few left to hear from and says he's not above begging to be admitted.  David is a very smart man, in some ways.  He easily gets high scores on tests. He is very articulate and savy.  He has just not been diligent in homework assignments or class attendance, and his grades reflect that. I think he's learned his lesson the hard way. And now that he has a family to support he's feeling the pressure more than he would have if he'd still been single. I hope he is able to find a program that will accept him.

    I know next week is going to be good. Our boys high school basketball team won districts, so we are headed to Boise on Thursday.  We'll spend 3 days playing around.  On Wednesday night Lisa's boyfriend's family (americascowboy.com) is coming to town to perform.  THAT should be interesting.  I'll have to report on that one next week.

    I hope you all enjoy your weekends as much as I am.  Cheers!

    February 22

    A Little More Frost

    We dance round in a ring and suppose,

    But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

                              -Robert Frost

    Perhaps a frantic searching for life's meaning or purpose  is not the way to find it.

    To feel more centered, more content

    Perhaps, just perhaps

    We should stop and just be.

    -While driving in the car turn off your radio

    and listen to your thoughts.

    -Turn off the tv while cleaning your house, and hum,

                  or whistle,

    -Look into a baby's eyes

              You can find a lot in there.

    And spend a little more time smiling

    once you find your own secret. 

    February 18

    A Question

    A voice said, Look  me in the stars

    And tell me truly, men of earth,

    If all the soul-and-body scars

    Were not too much to pay for birth.

                   - Robert Frost

    February 17

    Sunset Lesson

     

     

           This week my boss' father died.  He was in a nursing home for over a year and was in failing health.  I watched my boss make emergency trips, one after another to his father's side because of a medication reaction, or a fall out of a chair, or extremely low oxygen levels in his blood.  I've watched a devoted son struggle to maintain his composure as he watched his father decline farther and farther down a spiral to death.  He confided in me one day that it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion - you know what's going to happen, yet you're powerless to do anything but watch the wreckage pile up. 

    I've looked at many sunsets.

    ~While driving home from work I've gazed at the sky, maybe longer than is safe, and thought, "Wow, look at that!"

    ~While walking through the house I've glanced out the window.  "Quick, where's my camera?" and then made a mad dash out to the front yard to get the best shot.

    ~While taking out the trash I've stopped for a moment to just gaze at the beauty in the skies above me.

            I've even sat outside to watch the sun actually set.  At least that's what I thought I was doing; but I had my dog with me - and we played, or I had a friend with me - and we talked.

            A couple of days ago I decided to watch the sun set.  I could feel a good one coming on.  There were some interesting clouds in the western sky.  The weather had warmed up in the last few days, from negative 15 to 30 above.  It almost felt balmy.

            I took my camera with me and walked out onto my driveway.  It was the only spot in my yard I could stand without either sinking in the mud or having my shoes fill up with the icy cold slush left from two feet of melting snow. 

            I just stood there - facing west.

            The sky was a somber tone of grey - a few of the clouds just above the western horizon were still rimmed with white.  As I quietly stood gazing I began to detect subtle changes.  The sky above me shifted in tiny increments darker and darker.  I could actually see the shifts.

            medium grey - {shift}

            midnight blue/medium grey - {shift}

            darker still

            tiny twinges of orange began to kiss the edges of certain clouds - {shift}

            now, on more clouds - {shift}

            I was watching for the sunset - the one worthy of a picture.  Surely this must be the best it’s going to be - {shutter snap}

            a few minutes pass.......

            Oh, the colors are richer, the hues more vivid.   - {shutter snap}

            The sun was just the tiniest sliver still peeking over the horizon.  The clouds subtly shift, revealing an interesting blend of sky, clouds, and distant hills in an equally interesting blend of orange, pink and cerlean blue. I take the picture.

            I am inspired, renewed and feeling contented.  I retreat to my house and get caught up in waiting tasks.  I almost forget the sunset.....

            and then I pass a window.

            Surely this can't be the same sky, the same day, the same setting sun.  What was only a short while ago a pretty sky has magically transformed into gorgeous richness and beauty magnified many times.   I am awestruck.  I am glad that I didn't miss seeing this.  I am grateful for the gift in the sky.

            And I start to think. 

            about my boss and his father, and death.

            We see the decline.  But some of the inner beauty starts to  glow.  If we stop and stand and just enjoy the moments we have

             we will feel inspired, renewed and contented.

            And when that day comes when we think they are gone for good

             we will go back to the waiting tasks, and maybe

            that's when we'll pass a window and see

            that they aren't really gone.

            The memories we have of them

            and the influences they've had on us

            will magically transform into gorgeous richness and beauty,

            magnified many times over.

            And we can be grateful for the gift of life.

    February 14

    Blessings in Disguise

    I think when bad things happen, things aren’t necessarily always bad.  This last weekend when our basement flooded it actually backed up through the septic system. YUCK!!! What a smell!!! We worked all day pumping and vacuuming and cleaning.   (Everyone else in town had water just leak through doors or walls.)  I was feeling sorry for myself until our insurance guy said BECAUSE it backed up through our system WE ARE TOTALLY COVERED!!! Hurray!  We get new carpet and our walls redone.  Another instance of blessings in disguise was when my daughter’s apartment also flooded this weekend.  The landlords felt really bad and released her from her contract. (The apartment was in the basement of their house.) Anyway, within a day she found a NICER apartment for LESS money.  She’s so excited about moving in.

     

    I like to think about our life here on Earth as if we are in a maze.  We know where we are, we can remember where we’ve been and we have a vague idea of where we’d like to end up, but we’re not really sure how to get there. There are so many obstacles that seem to spring up in our way, blocking certain paths and forcing us to take a road we hadn’t really considered before.  

     

    I like to think that Heavenly Father is watching us struggle through our maze.  He can see the whole picture from his vantage point, and knows the best way for us to go.  Sometimes I think He tries to help us out by urging us to follow certain paths. He may allow our basement to flood, or our health to falter, knowing that it may spur us onto better things, or more compassion for others.  If we are bull-headed enough to plow through the obstacle we may still get to our destination, but maybe it wasn’t the best route to follow.  If we are willing to be gently turned to a clearer path, we may discover that the path we were afraid of is actually a pathway of great happiness and joy. 

     

    So, just look for those blessings in disguise.  And please, share any stories you’ve had where something that seemed so awful at the time turned out to actually be a pretty good thing.

    February 12

    Synchronicity

    Synchronicity:  Being in the middle of typing a blog reminiscing about the flood of '62 when you receive a phone call telling you that your basement is in the process of being flooded.  The cause?  Very warm temperatures melting snow too quickly for the frozen ground to accomodate it.  I just spent the entire weekend pumping out and cleaning up.  This morning my husband took an informal survey of his students.  "How many of you had any flooding problems in your basement this last weekend?"  In the first two classes alone there were 12 hands raised. 
    That was the bad news.  The good news? 
    My dad's cancer is in complete remission.  With news like that I feel ungrateful for even mentioning our soggy house. 
     
    February 08

    The Flood of '62

    Can you stand one more disaster story? 

     

    I was visiting with my Mom and Dad this evening and they commented on my last blog about the fire.  We were reminiscing about what happened that night when somehow we got on the subject of the flood of 1962.  I’d almost forgotten.  There was one other flood that our little family farm had to survive. 

     

    I was 5 years old in 1962.  We had a very wet winter with snow piled high in the mountains surrounding the valley where we lived.  I think it was about February when the heat wave came.  Almost overnight the mercury in the thermometer made a jump to higher digits; and the snow just melted….FAST.  Water poured off the foothills to the south of us and streamed into the valley.  Our farm was right in the path.  The railroad and the raised canal system dammed up the water which proceeded to get deeper and deeper.   The water hid a slick layer of ice which covered the ground. Dad remembers trying to walk down the road and having to hold onto the fence posts to avoid being swept away. Our house on the farm was built on a hill with the grassy lawn in front sloped down towards the field.  In the back yard were many chicken coops and out buildings.  These were eventually sitting in about 3 feet of water, but our house was high enough to stay dry.  I remember getting a little hysterical that my bicycle was going to get wet.  It was carelessly left down toward the bottom of the lawn. My brave mother went out to retrieve it.  She wasn’t afraid of the rising water, but I think she was unnerved by all the mice running toward our house from the flooded field beyond.  My dad recalls many wild farm cats on top of our 3-story coop.  They were desperately trying to stay out of the water, but the pitch of the roof was steep and it was tin.  They next morning they were "all floating". 

     

    We were totally cut off.  Our house was the only dry land for about a mile around.  My mother was pregnant at the time and was very sick.  She needed medicine, but no one could get out.  The National Guard came and rescued us.  They came in rubber rafts bringing the medicine, and while they were there they took some of us children for a ride.  The only two things I remember from the flood was my bicycle and the raft ride.  It felt pretty odd to be touring the farm in a boat.  My oldest brother, Brian, had the mumps and was too sick to go to school, but my second brother got a ride with the National Guard to catch the school bus just passed the flood zone. Brian was so jealous. 

     

    We had a hired man who lived with us for a while during that time to help my Dad with all the extra work the flood created.  Mom related that one time he was soaked and cold to the bone when he decided he better get to the house and warm up a bit.  He had on hip-waders and was trying to cross the water. There must have still been a current, because with his fatigue and coldness he almost didn’t make it across. Mom remembers having to go out to the water’s edge and stretch out as far as she could to help pull him across.  She knew he wasn’t going to make it without her help. 

     

    As we were reliving these memories this evening the thought came to me that my family has really lived through a lot of disasters!  How did we all come through with fairly positive outlooks on life?  I think when you have a good foundation with a strong family and strong religious beliefs you can weather just about any storm.

    February 06

    Lightning Strikes

    I'm in the mood for a story.  The last little while have been pretty draining on my psyche and I feel like a story might help rejuvenate me. I briefly considered telling about growing up on the chicken farm.  Then I flirted with the idea of relating the experiences we had with Jack and Jill, two juvenile moose who adopted us one winter.  Then I settled on the story of my love/hate relationship with lightning.
     
    With my artist's eyes I am enamored with the beautiful patterns and colors that a bolt of lightning can display.  If it wasn't for my abject terror of it, lightning would probably be one of my favorite things.  My fear can be traced back to my early childhood when I heard stories about my great-grandmother.  She was so afraid of it that she and her children would hide under her bed anytime there was a storm brewing.  I also heard a story of the girls camp in our area, where a group of 10 or so were hiking when a storm broke out.  They took refuge under a big tree, which was struck by a large bolt, killing them all.  There was also a man who lived a mile or two down the road.  He was talking on his phone one day during a storm when lightning hit the phone line.  The electricity had a direct line into his ear where it just about killed him.  Miraculously he survived, after having a near death experience. 
     
    Then one night I had a dream, a very realistic dream.  I was walking up to the front steps of the church on a nice sunny day.  As I approached the first stair I was suddenly hit with a tremendous bolt of lightning.  It threw me up into the air.  I could feel the surging vibrations of electricity throughout my entire body and I could hear the sizzle and crackling. It seemed to last forever.  Finally I was released from the power and lay as if dead on the steps to the church.  I will never forget the vivid sensory feelings I had.
     
    Now, I know there are probably a few psychology students out there who could analyze my experience as being a manifestation of the guilty feelings I was having about "who knows what" and that God would strike me with lightning for whatever reason.  Maybe, but the bottom line is that the dream succeeded in reinforcing my terror of lightning.  I refused to talk on the phone, knew all the danger signs of an imminent strike, what to do if caught out in an open field, and where the safest places to be during a storm.
     
    While growing up we had a very tall elevator leg that stood about 70 feet high on our farm.  One afternoon a huge thunderstorm broke out.  I was on the farm at the time. A few of us took shelter in a small building at the base of the elevator.  Probably not the smartest place to be.  Lightning was popping all around us when suddenly there was the loudest crack I've ever heard. Lightning had hit the tower!  I can tell you from experience that thunder sounds totally different when you hear it from the point of origin.
     
    Another time, my mother and I were standing at the sliding glass door of our family room watching a spectacular lightning display.  It was about 10:30 at night, and we had all of the house lights off, just standing in the dark watching the beautiful and terrifying streaks in the sky.  The door faced our farm which was located not quite a quarter mile away. Suddenly we saw a flash and sparks flying right on the roof of one of our chicken coops!  My mom screamed for my dad in a voice that he must have instantly recognized as frantic terror, for he rose from a sound sleep in an instant and pulling on his clothes as he ran down the hall called out to us to call the fire department.  I'm grateful for the efficient way 911 calls are handled now, but in those days there was sometimes crossed signals.  My mom clearly stated that we had a fire and needed help at Haroldsen's Egg Farm.  Somehow the fire engine was dispatched to Harold Neilson's house, which was located at the end of a dead-end road.  Curious rubber-neckers followed the truck down the road and blocked it's exit once they discovered their mistake.  Precious minutes were lost as the road was cleared enough for the truck to turn around and make it's way out to our farm. Meanwhile the coop was burning.  When you hear the word "coop" you probably have an mental image of a small little out-building where a few chickens were housed.  My dad's farm had multiple coops, each housing around 15,000 chickens.  This particular building was 40 feet wide and 240 feet long.  The chickens were housed in cages.  The floor of the cage was slanted so that when eggs were layed they would roll out of the cage and onto a belt, which could be turned on bringing the eggs to the front of the building. There we would "collect" them and take them for processing. 
     
    By the time the firemen arrived the building was burning quite badly.  The insulation was wood shavings, which once ignited tended to burn with gusto.  My dad was frantic. A neighbor man with a heart condition pressed one of his heart pills into my dad's hand, trying to stave off a stress-induced heart attack.  Firemen offered to try to save the birds, but dad told them he was more worried about the expensive equipment. What a long night.  When you are in a crisis like that your mind does funny things.  It's probably a defense mechanism, or sensory overload, but everything starts to get blurry.  Things are surreal. It must be a dream, only it isn't.
     
    I don't remember how long they worked on the fire.  I believe they were there all night.  The next morning's light revealed the blackened edges  of a few remaining wall sections.  Black soggy ash lay thickly over the ground.  Most of the cages were still intact with the birds, unbelieveably, still alive inside them.  The building burned down around them, but they survived.  The next day was hot.  The birds would die quickly in the sun if left long.  Water was sprayed over them in an effort to keep them from overheating and dehydrating.  My dad quickly arranged for a truck to come and pick them all up. Many many neighbors showed up to help us haul out the surviving chickens.
     
    That experience did nothing to improve lightning's image to me.  I had one more experience with it.
     
    About 20 years ago I was home one evening with my little family.  We were getting dinner ready, kids were taking baths, ....and there was a storm outside.  Without warning I saw a flash in our kitchen and at the same moment heard my daughter start screaming in the bathtub.  Our house had been hit.  It blew out our tv and microwave, and gave Lisa a shock in the tub.  I couldn't believe she wasn't hurt worse and felt so lucky nothing bad happened.  Tv's and microwaves are nothing.  Sweet little girls are irreplaceable.  I bet you can guess my new rule.  "No baths or showers during storms."
     
    So, if you have a fear of lightning and want to talk about it with me, I would be glad to trade fear stories with you.  Give me a call!  Just, please, not during a storm.