Boredom?

 When boredom strikes, some folks look up weird stuff to keep life interesting. Like reading about Lamb's Ear plants. Other things to do include calling all the family members and getting told that the person is about to take a shower--wonder if that one boy thought that he was about to get an earful of grandmotherly stuff? Probably. It's ok. Boredom happens to the best of us. But that particular grandson has taken up a new hobby that sounds like fun. Even talked briefly to my brother in Arkansas and to my SIL in Henrietta. She has her daughter, SIL, and three grandsons living with her. And is enjoying every minute of it apparently. Happy for her even if her nearest neighbor thinks that she is a crazy cat lady. Everyone is welcome to their own opinion. Think we have discussed here how some of us feel about opinions and everyone having one. ahem

Made some good veggie and rice stuff today that turned out pretty good. Mushrooms make things better--generally. Wouldn't want them in my apple pie or anything like that, but still. Have a few apples to cook up for that purpose. Maybe a pie tomorrow would keep me out of trouble--or not. 

Thompson has been on a tear today and keeps bugging me for treats. Not exactly sure why he does not like this Pedigree dog food, but he won't eat it unless something is in or on it. Beans are like that to some of us. Beans need chow chow. Or chili spice, or something like onions and jalapenos. Cornbread at the very least. Maybe we will go back to the 4Health dog food. He would eat that stuff. Or maybe put a can of wet food in this other stuff. Something. Want him to stay healthy.

Michelle Malay made me feel almost industrious about going in and cleaning out a bookcase. Went in there and found a magazine that had published one of Hanan's poems. Sat down and read it and did some remembering. Did not get anything else done--all day. 

The Black Marans like trees. Looked out the kitchen window and one was up in the plum tree next to the deck. Later one got up in the apricot tree. Crazy little critters. Well, they are not too very little. They are almost as large as the Wyandottes, but then, they are getting close to four months old now. Have been watching to see if any tail feathers are curling down to indicate a rooster. Certainly hoping not. Will have to see if Michelle DeMers would want a rooster if one turns up in my flock. They are such beautiful birds. The feathers look as if purple and copper glint over their necks and backs. 

Hoping that BR has had a good day with her flock. These birds give us something to do. She has a parakeet named Charlie that entertains her inside the house, but my dogs do that for me. Bet her bird does not fuss about the treats or amounts as much as these two dogs!

Had to call my neighbor on the lake to come up and unfasten the garden hose from the faucet. It was really on there. He brought some kind of pliers--they have a name but it escapes me at the moment--and had to use those to get the silly thing lose. After he got it lose, he put the bucket over it and put a brick on top. Told me that the bucket would keep the wind out and that it would not freeze. Hoping he is totally right. Things like that always need to be done a certain way, but Lewis used old towels and wrapped the pipes and then put a bucket on top. The one on the backside of the house is going to get an old towel and then covered in plastic. No buckets will be on the wall out there. Let's hope that the plastic takes care of it.

Always dread needing water outside in the winter. Having birds means the water needs to be hauled out there by hand. If this old woman lives here another year, may have a water line dug to the green house and a faucet put in there. SO much would be easier that way. 

Maybe tomorrow the DVDs will get packed up and the bookcase cleaned out. Or not. We will see. But for now the birds are locked up, the dogs have had more than enough treats, and a book has not been finished. If God lets the world see another beautiful morning like the one this morning, none of us can gripe about life in general. Let us pray for those affected by this mess around us and hope that life will become less stressful.

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.