Dear Friend Letters, Sunday, Uncategorized

Hug a Farmer

WIN_20151229_09_52_46_ProDear Friend,

In about five years you will read a story that I wrote with a scene that was caused by a farmer’s depression.  (And yes, it will take me this long to get it enough self confidence to print it out, hand it to my “special” people, who will then engage in a dance with me for about 5 more edits and changes, and then the story will meet my rejection quota to finally be self published. #ccfarmerwriterlife)  Since today is National Hugging Day I thought it would be a great time chat a bit about my favorite occupation other than writing, farming.  Farming is not without it’s problems.  According to an article about farmer suicide from 2014, farming has the highest occupational suicide rate.  HIGHEST.

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/terezia-farkas/why-farmer-suicide-rates-_1_b_5610279.html

What can you do?  The first thing I would suggest is hugging.  It works for me.  Sometimes we can not do anything else but sit, hold a hand and hug.  We can’t fix problems overnight.  I have a new friend named Nancy.  (She councils me every wed at the same time because she knows that I have OCD and try to keep everything as a routine.  Ok so I have not been diagnosed with OCD.  I have diagnosed myself as COW BRAINED.  I panic less when I have a routine. #ccfarmerlife) Anyways, I am only going to her because I was trying to get rehabilitated to get a part time job. (Which is basically because of my autoimmune disease I would fail at being a teacher, which I have been trained to do so then I need to fall back on my other skills to keep myself from feeling like a failure and achieve what my limitations will let me. Counseling is to help me ACT.  Acceptance and Commitment Therapy).  I wish that Nancy would be available to farmers.

Are there councilors that live in rural areas that accept food/crops as payment and travels to the farmer, where the farmer is and in more likely to have counseling sessions at night, very early mornings before milkings, and or when it is storming outside???????Basically when the farmer is not trying to survive or make a living?

Since I have no brilliant solutions to farmer suicides , and I know that hugging makes a person feel better, I have chosen to hug my farmer.  What about you?  Have you hugged a farmer today?

Sincerely and God Bless,

-Annie

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Sunday, Uncategorized

Elijah cont. BE HUMBLE

Today we sang with the adults before sunday school.  Noble and Dignity were not there yet and Puddleglum was with his Grandma for the day.  He was going to Grandma’s church and then the child would go with his great uncle fishing out on a boat.  That left Yuri and Periwinkle under the Farmer’s care.  We sang “Jesus Loves Me” and followed it up with prayer then finished off with “Go Tell It On the Mountain.”  Farmer sat at the piano and pressed the key for the beginning note.

From there we went and sang Happy Birthday to Dignity.  Violet came down from the upper class to one hand Happy Birthday for us.

Obviously, the Farmer needs to think of a way to get the kids piano lessons.  (Anyone want to buy any books?  Look for C. C. Farmer on Amazon.  Every 25 cents helps.)

Once again we prayed before we started class.  Our prayer consisted of “Dear Lord, before we get on youtube, please don’t allow us to see any inappropriate advertisements.  Amen.”

And yes our prayers were answered. Since it was my Anne account there were only documentaries.  I did feel awkward because I had my Dairy Promotion Team as my background.  I guess I was thinking that since I am in God’s house with my computer I was opening my soul or private life to the kids in my class.    Anyways I apologized for stating that a bull was at the table with Jezabel.

bull eating https://ccfarmer4u.wordpress.com/2017/09/03/god-vs-baal-sunday-school-correction/

Then we watched a youtube video.

After which we turned to Matthew 18. And we read parts of the chapter and talked about steering clear of temptation.  I used the example of an animal sanctuary.  If I drove by it everyday I would bring home animals, therefore to keep myself away from temptation I would take the few minutes longer route and stay away from the temptation.

We talked a bit about how to let the Lord take vengeance and resist “teaching the other person a lesson.”

Then we hurried and cleaned up, had a quick snack and hurried over to the sanctuary for Grandparents Day.

During the service guess what happened?  Dignity stood up and sang a song that blew me away.  Gorgeous voice.  Gorgeous.  Then guess what bible verses Pastor L read?  Yep it was from Matthew 18.  Be Humble.  Be Humble. Be Humble.

 

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Random, Uncategorized

Babysitting Orphan Kittens ep. one

The Day Three Kittens Came episode one.

The day after Queen Mom read a FB post on how the animal sanctuary closed in Wellsboro, Mama Cat went splat on the road at Empress Granny’s house.  Queen Mom had a house to clean, four children to feed and a tortoise that was long overdue for some attention.  But with the animal sanctuary closing and the fear that Empress Granny would either lose her mind or turn into the neighborhood Cat Lady, she offered to take the kittens for the weekend.

Princess Rose was overjoyed.  Princess Lilac was not sure.  Prince Reuben was excited, for he had named the yellow kitten Shine.  Prince Lindsey gave a how to care for orphan kitten commentary while reading “Big Nate Comics”.  Queen Mom was hoping that the kittens would keep Princess Rose from getting into trouble while she accomplished her to do list and that her loving, kind, sweet, manly, genius, not fond of any animals in the house other than an obedient dog, precious and forgiving husband would be able to cope with them for the weekend.

 

Queen Mom was hoping that the kittens would keep Princess Rose from getting into trouble while she accomplished her to do list and that her loving kind, sweet, manly, genius, not fond of any animals in the house other than an obedient dog, precious and forgiving husband would be able to cope with them for the weekend.

 

To Be Continued……..20170520_090528 (1).jpg

 

 

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