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Lynda Schab
'Tis the Season
Featured Article
‘Tis the Season to celebrate Summer
(and all the icky things that come with it!)


Things That Bug Me About Summer
By Lynda Schab

In my neck of the woods, spring is bouncing into summer. Warmer temperatures, longer days, lush, green trees, picnics, hot dogs on the grill, camping, beach sand in places we won't mention.

Don't get me wrong; these are all great reasons to love summer. But there is one inevitable thing about summer that wipes out the above list. This one thing is the reason I might consider moving to Alaska. And the reason I would never move to Florida, Nevada, or anywhere there is year-round summer. And why I would never, ever apply for Survivor. My husband and I shell out over three hundred dollars per year to eliminate this problem from our home. Yes, you guessed it.

Bugs.

Icky, creepy, crawly bugs with hairy bodies and dozens of legs. The one created group I don't understand God's purpose for. I am convinced bugs are here to scare me into seriously considering voluntarily placing myself in a plastic bubble. Don't think I'm kidding! Bugs creep me out to the point of tears! Studies show that every square mile of air contains 25,000 insects. I am convinced all 25,000 are living at my house.

I know for a fact that bugs seek me out and attempt to frighten me to death. Every home we've lived in has had a bug problem. Before we began having our home treated four times a year, centipedes miraculously appeared on our living room carpet. Wasps squeezed their way into cracks through out fireplace (the first time I ever got stung was in my own home! Bee and Wasp spray is now my best friend!). Spiders of gigantic proportion made themselves at home in my daughter's bedroom. Colonies of ants marched their way two by two into our kitchen. Earwigs wiggled their way into the laundry hamper and hung out under the sink. Eeew!

OK, I'll admit my hate-affair with foreign species isn't limited to insects alone. The last house we owned was a love nest for mice. At night, we could hear them running along the insides of the walls and in the basement ceiling. I had nightmares about mice with hardhats building cities within our walls. I avoided the basement like the plague but even though my son might rejoice at the prospect of not having to change his underwear, the laundry had to be done. And the laundry room was in the basement.

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‘Tis the season to
celebrate Fathers (June 19)!
But let's also remember
those "Dads" who may not
Be fathers but still leave
a loving imprint on a child's heart.


Happy Dad’s Day
By Matthew E. Morgan

"Happy Father’s Day to the Best Dad in the World."

I smile as I open the card and read the cute punch line. The bright, inquisitive eyes of my children seem to expect praise for their mother’s thoughtfulness. "Thank you Bob and Tilly," I say, using that slow deliberate manner in which one speaks to a two-year old. I pet their heads, scratch behind their ears and set bowls full of food on the ground for each of them.

Don’t call children’s services. My "children" are my cats, and every year my wife buys me a Father’s Day card from them, helping fill the yearly void. My wife and I cannot have children due to biological reasons. Since we are not independently wealthy, we cannot adopt. Thus we, like many other couples, simply plod onwards, dealing with the absence in our hearts.

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Tis the Season to celebrate
Email (2nd week in June!)
If you're a frequent "forwarder",
you need to ask
yourself if every email
is worth passing on.


And Every Tongue Shall Wag
By Al Boyce

I once received an email from a Christian acquaintance. The email contained some juicy information about a Democratic political candidate. The email claimed this candidate had mistakenly identified his favorite Bible verse as John 16:3, which says "They will do such things because they have not known the Father or me." The candidate’s intent, the email said, was to embrace John 3:16: "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."

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Tis the Season to celebrate Fishing!
So bait those hooks and start casting.
You never know what you'll reel in!


Rock Fishing and Other Lessons
By Donna Haug

I paused for a moment to stretch as the gentle ocean breeze ruffled the pages of the book I was studying. The sunlight reflecting off the white walls of the breakwater made me squint as I looked up to where my husband, Mark, and 11-year old son, Jonathan, were fishing. I smiled and shook my head as Mark came over once more to help his struggling protégé.

"Whatcha got there, son? Another ‘rock fish’?"

"Yeah, I can’t get it unstuck!" He’d gotten hooked up on the rocky bottom.

I chuckled as I remembered the little baby fish they had pulled out moments before. They weren’t having much luck! But did that stop them? Oh no! Along with a few other avid fishermen, they were perfectly content to cast as far as they could, stand and watch their lines, reel them in, and cast again. At the slightest twitch of the rod tip, all conversation would immediately stop and a hopeful fisherman would jump to his pole. Occasionally, I would hear one say, "Ach! They stole my bait again!" Out would come the can of worms and soon another poor, wriggling worm was on its way to its first and last swimming lesson with a severe cramp in its belly.

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