Each winter Jan used to call me during bad weather to remind me to let my faucets drip, so this time a written note is sitting on my desk to remind me since she is no longer here to call. It is supposed to be 28 degrees tonight. Such fun. Leaving the cabinet doors open is no big deal, but adjusting the faucets to drip from both the hot and cold sides is a little more demanding of attention. Can't imagine how my grandparents did this out on the farm. They did not have a hot line out to the stock tank for the sheep, and Granddad had to chop ice with an axe or hatchet out on the big tank. The hole had to be big enough not to ice back over in case a cow went through the ice and then couldn't get back out. That is hard work, dear hearts. My hens have a heated water bowl that got filled up this afternoon. And they have a heater that will keep the metal hen house warmer than the other two coops. Probably should go out and pick up the other hens and put them inside the metal coop, but maybe they will be ok for now. The temperature is supposed to get back up to 53 tomorrow and then 61 on Tuesday. Wednesday is not going to be nice at all at 46. Deep sigh. Can't always have great weather, huh.
The hens have called a halt to egg laying for the most part. In two days they have laid a dozen eggs, so Connie will get a dozen eggs tomorrow afternoon when she comes by. Maybe by then the hens will have laid a few more. Can't really say it doesn't make sense because it is cloudy, no sunshine, and no real happy chickens. Each year it gets this way. Not sure if it is lack of sunshine or the temperatures. Oh well. It's not like many eggs are used around here. Mostly give them away to my doctor or friends of the family.
Just doing some reading today in my Kindle. The book is almost finished, and it is just as well. Some books sound as if they might be interesting and then turn out to be pretty much garbage. Can't imagine what makes me want to finish whatever book is started. Dumb and dumber?
Have not listened to ANY news or even read much, if anything, on FB. Just not in the mood for shtuff. Have played with my dogs, and that's about the extent of my day. Reading and playing with the dogs can only use up so much energy, so the fatigue is probably from thinking about what to plant where next year. That is always a fun activity. Now if only the spade fork were as active as my imagination!!
Tomorrow is Monday, the last day of November. Not to wish our lives away or anything, but is anyone else ready for this stupid year to change for the better? Can't really plan on anything. Not a whole lot to look forward to unless it is a change in the weather. Guess house cleaning might be a very good activity to plan for a week or so--one room at a time or something along those lines. Oh well. Still have some books that Michelle Malay brought over. Will just have to open another one and live another life in someone else's imagination. The weather at least should not be that much of a bother that way--or not.
Boredom is undoubtedly one's own fault. Will try not to pass it on to you all tomorrow. For tonight, may you all sleep well and appreciate what God has given us. You are loved.
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