When we have something in mind to make into something else, sometimes it works and sometimes it turns out to be a surprise. Today was the surprise kind of thing because I wanted to dig up a fig tree that has just "made" it through this year so far. Now it is inside a trash can that has wheels with the front cut away so it has room to grow. Thought about dumping a sack of the topsoil into the can first, but used the soil it was already rooted in. Now there is a nice hole for the hens to dig even deeper! At least it was not too hard to dig the tree up and transplant it into the trash can. And moving it into the "green house" was not the least bit difficult because of the wheels on the bin. Kinda neat solution for a bin that had seen better days and had been discarded. Jerry found it for me. Yes, we are speaking, but he is also not asking to borrow tools.
Jerry also carried off some of the trash lumber that he had put on the back side of the coop. Glad to have that out of the yard. He does not mind using stuff like that to burn in his fires. And it did not take a trip to the transfer station to get my yard cleaned up.
The haze in the sky here is from the fires out west --Skip McBride, our former weatherman who will ALWAYS be a weatherman said that the fires are WAY out west. Just know that the air is thick with this stuff. Jenn told me she could smell the fires when she hit certain areas on the trip up 287 yesterday. Be glad when the pollen and smoke is cleaned up and the air is not so heavy. Keith Mattson said that this is goldenrod season, but the pollen from that flower is heavy and does not float through the air according to him. That may be true, but my daddy used to get sick every year if he got a good whiff of goldenrod flowers. They were thick along the bar ditches in East Texas, so when we would go down there, Lewis always had to have an extra allergy pill. Such fun.
Have watched a series on Netflix called Sweet Magnolias. It's not exactly Peyton Place--which was not ever on the menu in my youth since my parents did not watch garbage--but it is definitely small town gossip and politics. The doctor got his nurse pregnant and decided to divorce his wife and "do the right thing" by his nurse. Kinda stupid. But that is probably pretty true to life in many circumstances. Anyway, the series focuses on these three women who have been friends since childhood. One is a chef, one is a lawyer, and one is a manager type of person. They celebrate and commiserate with each other the way that one hopes all friends would do.
According to the calendar, today was Grandparents Day. Thinking about my kids and grands makes me happy. Don't live close enough to get in their business, so maybe that way they can enjoy me, too. And tomorrow is a work/school day for all of them. Jennifer told me today that she looks forward to the time when she will forget which day of the week it is like her forgetful mother. Retirement does that, ya know.
Each day starts a tiny bit later, and the day ends a bit sooner as well. The hens still want out pretty early, but they also go inside the coop fairly early. Back in the summer, they did not go inside until after 9. Now it is 7:30 or along there. They live according to the sunshine. That was the way people lived a long time before we had clocks and schedules. And now old fogeys like me and other "seniors" live according to our own set of rules--when the body demands we sit, that is what we do. And sleep is much the same--except for when the body has other demands. It really is not a bad thing to have one's body determine one's habits. Especially if we can fall asleep easily and stay asleep as long as we want to. Would never want to live as long as Methuselah. Simply can't imagine!
Sue Ballard is still having fits with various health problems and can't possibly go home before Wednesday, so we need to pray for her and daughter Lisa. Hospitals are just about misery pits!
Hoping to get to visit with Michelle tomorrow, but will be happy with whatever the day brings. Life is pretty short and too complicated for most of us, but it still beats not living or having friends and family to love. May each of you have peace and rest this night. You are loved.
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