Birth-Weekend

This is my birth-weekend, because one day is just not enough to celebrate. I have now joined the 10 year plan of being Twenty Nine. With my youthful looks, this should be easy. Unless I have babies. I hear that is when one starts to sprout grey hairs. Even then, most people wouldn’t believe me when I share my age.

Some time in between visiting Paula the Goat Lady tomorrow and eating chocolates and an ice cream sundae on Sunday (yay!), I want to take an hour or two with my journal and God to do some reflecting. Consider the birthday as a New Year’s celebration, is my motto.

Enjoy the Gregorian Chant, “Enigma”, one of my favorite 90’s musical products:

Be blessed where ever you are!

Sandbags = Houses

Folks here in the U.S. are aware of the massive flooding in the Middle states of Iowa, Missouri, Wisconsin, Arkansas, and eventually Louisiana, I am assuming. As you can see, most towns are furiously (and futile) trying to set up sandbag walls to hold back the flood waters.

When I see a sand bag…I see a house. All of those sand bags would easily construct an extremely sturdy structure (almost totally tornado proof) with the following materials: bags, dirt/sand composite, barbed wire, some measuring instruments, electric/plumbing as needed, windows, cement or earthen plaster, and small amounts of roofing materials. Voila, a hobbit house!

What will happen to those bags, if they are not washed downstream to tangle in trees or in boat propellers? We can build umpteen houses/camps for the homeless after the flooding. Just a thought.