Readers on SSM. Miss California, Miss Conservative. Bev Gunn’s Diary.
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Tuesday: Awakened to discover powerful odor. I remind my husband about the fella he needs to talk to, a septic system expert, regarding a new septic system. Our house is over 30 years old. He comes later in the day and measures for a new state required “anaerobic” system. He calls later to give us a $7,000 price tag. My husband calls to ask about building an outhouse in back pasture to get away from putting in a new system. As tight with his money as his Scottish name, I tell my husband he will find it interesting to use it alone. He rings off pondering that thought. I am sure I ‘d better book the job quickly or I will be nixed again.
Wednesday: Awakened to rain and grabbed a housecoat to make a dash to up the windows on my 4x4 Expedition. It might be one of the disdained vehicles to green folks but it has allowed me, in my handicapped state, to gather up many a cow that has wandered to the highway. I just flip to four-wheeled drive and it climbs embankments readily and turns spectacularly, so I can keep the animal from colliding with cars on the road. I return to put a towel in the driver ‘s seat to absorb the rainfall that came inside. It looks to be another rainy day in East Texas. I note that the dropped-off dog, now named Sheba, is in the garage and has our cats cowering in the corners. I throw her a bone to chew on so she ‘ll leave them alone. Note there are no new calves nor has the other horse had her colt yet. She is as big as our barn, indicating she will have another huge colt. She makes a good mama and most of her colts have been stallions. Her last colt is over being green broke, so he can be sold. She had him two summers ago and he is a handsome specimen.
Thursday: After the usual chores I will weed the garden and cut a mass of flowers to drop off at the houses of two widows who need some tender words and thoughtfulness. Neither have been able to overcome the grief of losing their respective husbands. I remember to include them in prayer during my quiet times today, that God will comfort their still broken hearts. My flower garden is the most beautiful it has ever been and abundant in dozens and dozens of larkspur. The last of the poppies are blooming and one last late iris is shedding its bronze beauty. I remind myself to finish labeling the special fancy irises with my planter sticks, so that in August when I divide the bulbs with friends I will remember what colors grew where.
I finish my day chore by talking to little son, as we call him with endearment, over the phone. He is in a special Air Force school for six weeks, then he returns to his family. Following that he returns to war in summer for his tenth tour. He tells me he longs for the days when he bailed hay with us, starting his own hay bailing business at 16 and putting in long days of man ‘s hard work. He says life was simpler then.
The sun finally is setting in the west and it gives us a panorama of great beauty. There is nothing like sunsets in the west. Without substantial buildings and massive concrete and asphalt to block the splendid view, it is truly a thing of great beauty. I revel in the life of simplicity that I lead far from the maddening crowd. With the exception of Heaven, being on a ranch and living with the great freedoms we possess, is the only place I want to be. I thank God for His leading here from Washington D.C., where we once lived off the Beltway. Returning to a quiet life, like that of my childhood on a ranch near LBJ ‘s home town of Johnson City, most surely is the best of what God has blessed me with.
Thankful for Ben Stein and his love of our country and for those
who serve and protect, I remain
— B. Gunn
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
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