Monday marked the sixth consecutive day of rainfall in Amarillo. 6 DAYS! The all-time record was 11 days back in June, 1960. Since I live within a short distance of the TV station I watch for news I assume I got the same amount they received at the TV station .... 5.20 inches this week! Remember in 2007 we received only 7.02 inches of precipitation (rain, snow) for the entire year! At my house I have not even had any hail ... that in itself is amazing. Usually if we get rain likely as not we get hail with it.
A little more than 200 miles SW of my town is Roswell, NM. New Mexico has been receiving rain all week as well. I thought I would share this photo (below). Because the ground in TX & NM is so hard it just can't absorb all the rain so we have lots of areas that look like this cemetery. God Bless those 4-H'ers for getting the flags out no matter what. photo on Facebook via NewsChannel10
A little more than 200 miles SW of my town is Roswell, NM. New Mexico has been receiving rain all week as well. I thought I would share this photo (below). Because the ground in TX & NM is so hard it just can't absorb all the rain so we have lots of areas that look like this cemetery. God Bless those 4-H'ers for getting the flags out no matter what. photo on Facebook via NewsChannel10
I didn't go to any of the numerous Memorial Day activities today. Because of my severe depression there are some things that I just can't handle. Hearing Taps, talk of fallen veterans, just seeing the flag, flowers, memorials on TV makes me bawl, in person I just lose it. I don't mean tears trailing down my cheeks like most everyone else at those type functions, I mean chest heaving sobs. Hymns effect (or is it affect??) me the same way. I use to love church so much but I haven't been in years, since that hospital visit of mine. I used to be there whenever the doors were open but now I just have to take care of myself and not put myself in the position where I might just fall totally apart. I am scared I will fall apart that bad again. I feel bad that I didn't go to any "honor our fallen" events but I would if I could. A year or two ago when a local soldier died, one that I did not even know, I told my psychiatrist that I had cried and bawled all day for days over his death (as if he were my own child) and asked was that normal (because how would I know what normal is? as the cartoon says "Normal?? It is just a dryer setting in our house"). She looked at me and said ahh, NO. So, this is letting you know something that few people know about me.... that I am ashamed to be so weak, and I realize it is an illness I did not ask for, but I wish I could be there putting flags on grave sites, and put my hand over my heart with everyone else, and listen to Taps and just have normal tears like everyone else. But everybody's got something, right? Oh, that reminds me, I want to read Robin Roberts new book ... that is the title ... Everybody's Got Something.