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In life, it seems like there is always something. Maybe you’re in the middle of a drought year and it decides to rain only after you cut your hay. Maybe you left the gate open and now your cows are in the neighbor’s yard.

For the last few months, I’ve written about what it is like to return to my hometown. This month, I had another bout of déjà vu that pulled me even more tightly into the cocoon of our family farm.

Who doesn’t love a good game night? Cards, board games or even a classic game of kickball are all ways to bring out the competitive nature in us all. Even if it’s not your pastime of choice now, I’m sure everyone can think of some game they enjoyed participating in as a kid, especially if you were lucky enough to walk away victorious.

“Unflappable” is one of those words like “defunct.” You hear things described as defunct, meaning broken or not working, but you never hear of something in good working order described as being “funct,” just as you never hear of a person being “flappable.”

I have a little yearling filly out behind the house. I named her Independence, in obvious reference to her Fourth of July birthday and because I thought the nickname “Penny” seemed to fit her, in part because her mama’s name is Copper. She’s kind of a little miracle – and not just because she has a cool birthday.

I had to spell-check myself before I wrote that title. I didn't know how to spell corrugates, and once I had spelled it, it still didn't look right to me. Corrugates, what an incorrigible word. Do you know folks who hate the word "moist?" I feel that way about the word corrugates. I don't think I always have, but I do now.