Its summertime in Luther
Remember five months ago when the weather was wicked and the snow was so deep that we couldn’t go to the cemetery to bury Paul? Well, here we are, five months later, and the weather is at the other extreme. They are calling for mid 90s (this morning at 9:30 it is already up to 80). However, we are not going to complain, because we all know that in another six months we will be back to snowing and blowing, and 90s will just be a memory! Enjoy the heat, and try to stay cool. I talked to Father Ed Boucher last weekend, and found out that he will be here in Luther the weekend of Aug. 4. He will be filling in for Father Ron while Fr. Ron and Fr. Joe go to Canada to deplete the fish population. We are all looking forward to seeing Father Ed, and enjoying his wit and charm. The grass at my house looks like a hay field. I have someone cutting the grass around the house, but the back forty looks like it could use a goat! Paul always cut the whole 10 acres, and it took him seven hours. However, that is not happening anymore, and the grass is so high that when Mitzi goes out back, I can’t see her. She comes out of it sneezing, and I wonder if she has allergies? I just got a phone call from my great-granddaughter, Evie, who lives in Chicago. She sang Happy Birthday to me. She sang “Happy Birthday Grandma Korte, Happy Birthday to you ... cha, cha, cha”. Grandkids are such a delight! For Mother’s Day my oldest daughter bought flats of flowers and mulch, then she and her husband Geary came up and she planted all of my flower beds. They are doing well, although the heat is playing havoc with them. I noticed that one section of the flower beds is full of weeds, the rest of it is fine. We finally figured out that the section with all the weeds is right below where the bird feeders were hanging! I guess you know that next winter the feeders will be relocated away from the deck! And now, for a bit of light humor: An acquaintance of mine who is a physician told this story about her then 4-year-old daughter. On the way to preschool, the doctor had left her stethoscope on the car seat, and her little girl picked it up and began playing with it. Be still, my heart, thought my friend, gee, my daughter wants to follow in my footsteps and be a doctor! Then the child spoke into the instrument: “Welcome to McDonald’s. May I take your order?” And here is another! Vicky was at a business conference. During a break, she decided to call home collect. Her 6-year-old son picked up the phone and heard a stranger’s voice say, “We have Vicky on the line. Will you accept the charges?” Frantic, the 6-year-old dropped the receiver and came charging outside screaming, “Dad! They have Mom! And they want money!” Thought for the week: Count your age by friends — not years. Count your life by smiles — not tears. Have a great week.