Friday, February 25, 2011


fishing spriteEler Beth's friend, Heather, reminded me a few nights ago that I hadn't made a blog post in ages -- and actually I had been feeling guilty about that. And I'm sorry for leaving the catfish story hanging. However, in truth, my previous post is probably going to prove more amusing than the story behind the catfish on the porch!

My father stepped out onto the front porch one day in March of 2000 and discovered a still-breathing, 7-inch-long catfish on the front porch. There are ponds on neighboring properties, so everyone assumed that one of the cats had caught it, brought it home, and then left it on the front porch. It was a 7-minute-marvel, shall we say.

But the really funny part was that note on the envelope from Barbara telling me about it. "Daddy found a live catfish on the front porch this morning" is, you must admit, a very funny thing to read on the back of an envelope you just got out of your mailbox. I hope the mail carrier got a chuckle out of it too.

In other news, we had quite a storm last evening with marble-sized hail, and then at about 3 a.m. the winds picked up, and we had some rather scary lightning, long, loud rumblings of thunder, and then a torrential downpour. I'm hoping the rest of the week is dryer and mild. I'd love to get out and work in my yard some.

Hope everyone is well out there, and I'll try to do better in March!