Dry, Dusty

Something I always have tried to do is look at the positive side of things. No matter how bad it is, I try to see the good. I'm beyond seeing the good anymore. It's so dry here and so many storms have missed us that I don't know what to do. The last storm went north and east of us. The previous one west of us. The ones before that south of us. They just can't seem to hit here.<br />n<br />nIt's dry, dusty and all around miserable around here. The old grass is dry and brittle and there is no green grass coming because there is no moisture. I'm kicking the cows out hoping the old grass will do them and maybe some green will come in but at this point I am not very hopeful. Usually by now the green grass is coming strong, fields are greening up and I am looking forward to the spring. That's not the case now.<br />n<br />nI dread getting up in the morning and going out to work. Believe me, that is not me but I just can't stand looking at everything standing still and not doing anything day after day. I'm tired of looking at the dirt and the dust with no signs of any moisture coming our way. There is absolutely nothing to enjoy out there. I would rather sit in the house, blinds closed and ignore the whole thing.<br />n<br />nCan't do that though, I have to go out and do things. My stomach is in knots about the situation and I don't know what do. What can you do when the weather is the problem though? Not a damn thing. Endure. I just don't know how much longer I can endure though. The helplessness and despair gets too you once in a while. I really don't wan to go out and face another dry, dusty, dreary day but I guess I have to.<br />n<br />n<strong>Helplessness induces hopelessness B. H. Liddell Hart</strong>