Forgetful.

 So Connie came over to bring me some light bulbs that we ordered from a site she watches on TV. These bulbs have a battery in them that can be charged so that they can light up even when the electricity is off. Anyway, they are neat and are supposed to last for 40 years. Like the old woman will be around to fuss when they go out in ten years! They came eight in a box, so eventually both kids will get a couple of light bulbs and THEY can figure out if the bulbs will last that long.

Connie had not had lunch and my soup would not have fed both of us, so we went to El Chicos for din-upper. Pretty good food. More than was needed. But before we got to the door, it dawned on Connie that she had left her keys (not exactly a key but something that opens the doors) in the truck. Having seen it in the middle console, we knew where it WAS, but all she had to do was contact a place online using her phone to get the truck unlocked--and then RElocked. Meanwhile it dawned on the old woman that SHE had left her phone and credit cards in wallet back at the house. Not sure which one of us was doing the thinking today, but pretty sure it was not the woman of this house. We decided Connie would pay for our meal this time and next time would be my turn. 

So, accomplishment of the day: picked up the eggs and threw out some scratch grain for the girls. Put up four light bulbs and turned the lights on to charge them--takes about 8 to 10 hours to charge them fully. Tomorrow will put the other four up in those sockets so they will be charged when given to the kids. They have this little hook thing that screws onto them and a button to push so that the light bulb can be used just like a flashlight. And boy are they ever bright! So now Christmas is taken care of for my kids. Grinning.

Sitting here sipping--slowly--some apple cider vinegar plus water mixed with a little bit of honey. And yes, it does seem to be helping the indigestion. 

Carla Beard posted a link to a YouTube video of John Branyan telling the story of the Three Little Pigs. That was the best laugh of the day. Won't even tell you the story about trying to have my freshman class at MSU to write a story about the Three Little Pigs. Doesn't EVERYONE know that story? Guess.

Sitting here thinking about cultural knowledge. Jennifer suggested that Friends would be a good series to watch all the way through so that references to weird stuff would make sense to me. Or some kind of Bang something. Can't remember what the name of that one was. But obviously ignorance of cultural references does include commonly shared television series if you did not watch TV during the past ten or twenty years. My excuse was that Lewis had the remote in his hand from 1968 until 2012. Once in a while a Cowboy game got my attention, but most of the time, Lewis decided what was watched around here. He had certain shows that he refused to have turned on in this house--Bill Cosby Show was one of them. He said they made fun of the man in that show. He noticed things like that. Oh well. My attention span does not last long enough to consider most of those things. Now a good nature show or something about horses or chickens is a different proposition.

Think my sister-in-law is enjoying her grandsons for a while. The boys' parents are looking for a house in Plano. Anne said that they have more people looking for houses than they have housing. Not sure exactly why it has to be in Plano, but know that they don't want to live in Dallas. Have never exactly understood how the land lies down that direction. Know that Jimmy and Sharon Dickerson like living in Garland. And have never really heard Lance and Tracy gripe about the outskirts of Saginaw (Ft. Worth). Of course, Jennifer and her family live in Ft. Worth as well and still live about an hour away (depending on traffic) from where Lance's house is! BIG, spread out city.

Sat outside and talked to the girls about getting that last blade of good, green grass to eat before they went in for the night. Then shut the chicks up in their coop. Living in hopes that my energy level will coincide with some patience so the chicks can get their wings clipped in the morning. They need to get out in the yard and see how the other half lives. But they DON'T need to fly over the fences. 

Saw on FB where Nikki, Stephen, and Tim Smith were out somewhere horseback riding. They all three looked very happy. Something about getting on a horse and seeing the area around you from a different perspective just makes a person happy. At least that is my feelings about horseback riding. Just the smell of a horse helps relax the mind. As Judie Brunson would say, "Nothing like a snoot full of horse!"

Let's see what tomorrow brings. A mosaic project, a chicken wing job, a little trip to Walmart---and then what? Maybe get a better start on that sequel to a good book on the Kindle. And that is just Monday!

Not going to fret about anything the rest of my life except essentials. Are my dogs happy? Are my chickens healthy? Is there a prayer needed among my children? God will take care of the rest of it. So, may you look around you with good humor and take care of your health so you can enjoy what He has given us. You are loved.