The old woman took a nice long nap today because it just needed to happen. Only so much allergy dealing and achin' can take place before someone needs to call it a day of rest. Doesn't matter what day of the week the calendar calls it; rest comes when it needs to appear. And the dogs helped the best they could. Sylvia snuggled and Thompson snored. Think they were tired for some reason, too.
Finished another book in the Peas, Carrots, and Silliness series. The humor has been good for me. The way this man tries to raise his children and deal with his extended family has made me shake my head and remember when our children were younger. But it also has made me remember how difficult teaching could be. Feel for all these teachers today. They have to keep up with their own professional development, but also with the trends in the different kinds of media in which young people see and hear everything. Don't think it is possible for an older person to do what is done by the young teachers of today. It's not all about words with meanings or even the abstract chances of art, music, and design interacting. Today's world is a totally different place than what it was even ten years ago--much less the years since some of us went to school.
Oh, the leek-potato soup was not bad. Put some cheese in it from a cream cheese and garden vegetable mix, so it was much more palatable. At least, it was good enough to keep eating maybe the rest of it tomorrow. Jennifer suggested putting it in ziplock bags and throwing it in the freezer for meals. Nah, not this stuff. Eat it now as a filler and make something better later. Have a head of cabbage that will make a decent couple of meals, too. And salad stuff for night time snacks. Isn't it terrible that we have to think ahead to take care of our dietary needs. Nothing would be easier than just not eating. But life doesn't work that way. Oh well.
My chicks are getting so much bigger and braver. They circle the hen house and have eaten every blade of grass behind the house, so now they have no choice but to go out a little farther to get their grass. With the feed bins situated both inside and outside, they will definitely not go hungry or thirsty, but they like that green stuff. Will be glad when they get brave enough to be petted easily. The Wyandottes have finally decided that they all like me. Not to get in my lap kind of like me, but to come to me when they know they will get fed. So really it is FOOD they like rather than me. Such is life.
The neighbor behind me is driving their truck down our road to chase the dogs that are out. Did not realize those dogs were theirs. And still not sure they are. Guess it is not my problem. Not my dogs.
Going to be saying prayers for some of my family that are leaving on a trip in the morning and planning on being gone for a week. Love them all dearly and pray that they will stay safe. Family is about as close to God's side as we can get in this life. Seeing pictures of Danny Pollard loving on his kids makes me smile and think about my parents and grandparents and how they must have felt. You watch them grow up and gather more love to themselves and to you with every child. Wonder if that is kinda how God feels?
Going over to see Mary Rhoads in the morning and sit on poor ol' Shooter again. Mary stays so busy that she hardly knows where she is supposed to be part of the time, but she has promised to help me with Shooter just a bit. Getting to ride has made me happy. Now if my body will just go along for the ride without too many aches and pains. Knees that don't always want to work just right and a back that seizes up in one hip can be interesting, to say the least. But it is worth it. Life doesn't go back to when we were able to do it all by ourselves. Sometimes we just need a mounting block to think about getting on to ride again. Let's hope it is a good ride.
May you each have a restful night and find happiness in making whatever plans fit with your mood. You are loved.
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