2,260,994,360 IN ADDITION TO MINE!


contractWithin the boundaries of the United States there are 2,260,994,361, and I own one of them.  I have considered giving it up.  It would be pretty easy to do; lots of folks would want it.  However, I don’t know that very many would put the value on it that I put on it.  Chances are really great that I will never own one again if I give mine up.  I try to convince myself that I will be just as happy with one in Heaven but …I don’t know….seeing is believing, you know!  And I can pull out the contract for my one acre, see that it is properly documented—and, yes, it belongs to me!  Right here I sit right in the middle of it, in a house, in a suburb, in a city, in a state, in the USA.  But…how secure it is really?

——————         A few days ago I posted a little poem about how “dependent” I am on Him.  In this day of self-sufficiency, women’s equality, and “anybody-can-do-it” if they just try hard enough, it is not politically correct for a woman to be dependent—to be relying on Him –I guess, whether Him is a man or Him is God.

Anyway I am back to that point in this discussion about the security of my one little acre.  Of course, everybody agrees I should have insurance in case the house burns, but how can you secure an acre of ground.  I guess there would be a way, but I don’t know it.  My acre is not on a coast line where it might wash away. There is no mountain to fall on it.  An earthquake big enough to take away my acre is highly unlikely.  Being seized for mineral rights, oil rights, or water rights—don’t think so. How about an oil spill right out of the ground?  Not likely, but I might be interested!

So, what else?  Isn’t it secure?  How would I ever lose it?   Would it ever be called on for eminent domain?  Possibly.  Can I be placed in a situation where I would borrow money on it and lose it to some money lender?  Possibly.  Is it possible that my government would become socialist or some other form whereby they could take it away from me?  Possibly.  Is it possible I might be told to scoot all my belonging over on one side of the acre so others could live on the land with me?  Possibly.  Could it be possible to move me into a care facility and turn my land to medicare for taking over my care?  Possibly.

So these questions show me big time that I’m not big enough, smart enough, rich enough, strong enough to choose to be independent.  About the only thing that secures me is that I’m old enough that those things are not likely to happen before I leave this acre!  That’s not a very pleasant way of escape!  Maybe I ought to give more thought to that acre in Heaven!


About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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11 Responses to 2,260,994,360 IN ADDITION TO MINE!

  1. Gosh! Oneta, you do have a way of bringing it home 😊. A reflection that we must have. All of us , whether old or young.

  2. SarahC says:

    Just passing through, I love my lousy little six tenths acre of mole ruined grass, waterlogged by rain, too many trees falling over, train roaring through…….but i m just like you, passing through 😀 (make smile with colon : and capital D there ya go 😀

  3. dawnlizjones says:

    Makes me think of “where your riches are, there your heart is also.” When we get there, I hope you invite me to your acre.

  4. oneta hayes says:

    Whether we’re next door or ten thousand miles apart, I’ll whistle and you’ll drop right by! Also I’ll listen for your whistle.

  5. judyjourneys says:

    Oneta, I lived for seventeen years on an acre in Pennsylvania. That’s when I learned I’m a country girl at heart. Nice post!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Judy, what circumstances caused you to move from your acre? I faced the eventuality of giving it up sometime because of the work involved in keeping it pretty. I can’t stand the idea of it not being well cared for. However, at this time our son and grandson are moving in with us so they will be able to take on some of the upkeep. I’m thankful. My “city” is so country I do both well right here!

      • judyjourneys says:

        It looked like both of our children were going to settle down in the Houston, Texas, area. So when my husband retired, we decided that we wanted to be near them (anticipating grandchildren and perhaps future health issues). So where we are, we are convenient to everything: hospitals, doctors, stores, and now our grandchildren). It works well for us in this season of life. And I still have fond memories of our beautiful acre in beautiful Pennsylvania. (But we don’t miss the snow and those days without electricity and water.)

  6. oneta hayes says:

    Sounds like you made a wise choice. I would hate my grandchildren to be more than a couple of hours from me.

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