Dates of birth, death, or marriage sometimes make us sit up and notice--or not. For instance, about 57 years ago today, President Kennedy was assassinated. My mother was 35 the day after that. Daddy was 37 the following day--their birthdays the 23 and 24th of November. Thinking about Thanksgiving always makes me think of their birthdays. Mom would be 92 tomorrow if she had lived, Dad 94 after that. And then my brother called and asked me how to make Mom's stove top dressing. It was never dry or tasteless. But some of us just use the kind that comes in a box now. Too much trouble to make it from scratch with lots of turkey juice with celery, onion, sage, day old cornbread and day old biscuits, salt and pepper. Ah well. Times change and life goes on.
AnnaBeth Graf called this evening and told me about a cooking show she has been watching about Cooking with someone named Betty Gantt. Or someone like that. Don't ask me to remember names. Anyway, the one thing she said that bothered me was the condition of her eyes so that she is unable to read any longer. She has cataracts. Told her that Roger Thonton has said that laser surgery is a snap and makes it easy to read right away. She had been thinking of coming back to Texas to see Dr. White for the traditional cataract surgery. Personally, if it has to be done again for my other eye, we will try the laser stuff this time. Also, interestingly enough, my daughter said that she is now wearing bifocals! And she told me the reason that driving at night is so scary to me is that my eyes need JUST the long vision area of a pair of glasses at night instead of the three lens adaptations. Go figure! That was encouraging. Here she is at 46 telling her old mother how to be able to drive at night!! We are never too old to learn, eh?
It is a bit cool here today, but not unreasonably so. No gale force winds, at least. But cuddling up in my serape coat that Cindy made for me has been lovely. Had a cup of tea earlier and should not have done so. Sardines in tomato sauce with crackers and a cup of tea. No, not really a good decision. Oh well. And then there is only one more serving of mayocoba beans left in the fridge. Might put some bacon in the last bowl. Or not. The picante sauce has been pretty good.
A lady is supposed to come get the Eve's Necklace trees tomorrow and am wondering if she will make it here from the Vernon area. Will be here so she can come if she wants to. Not any plans to go anywhere. But the ground should probably have been soaked with some buckets of water and have not done that. Maybe they will come out of the ground without too much trouble. Hoping.
Putting down a rug under the dog water container has NOT improved the condition around the bowl part. The dogs are just messy. But they are also quite funny. Currently Sylvia is playing hide and go seek under the blanket put on Thompson earlier. Not sure what she thought she would find under there, but she had it flipped up in the air over her shoulder! Crazy dog!
Finished reading "Just One Evil Act" by Elizabeth George. Now will have to find another book by her. Think Sue Dickerson mentioned one yesterday. Will have to go back and check and see if it can be obtained on Kindle. Reading without the back lighting is not as easy--especially in smaller font. Anyway, this book reminded me of how badly lying hurts others. Well, in this particular situation, it was a combination of infidelity and lying, avoiding the truth and lying, trying to protect someone with lying, and stupidity and lying. Sad, just sad. Lies never grow anything good. They are like khaki weeds--blowing and sticking and hurting wherever they land.
Connie said that Rebekah left after lunch today on her way back to Maryland. It amazes me that it takes so little time to get from Texas to back East on the freeways. Of course, some people drive like bats out of a cave, too. Don't think Rebekah drives that way, but know a few people who do so. Anyway, thought that Connie might be a little blue, but she said that it felt good to be in her new place and just resting on her laurels! Hope she continues to enjoy her new home.
Had to laugh about what Beth said that is always in my blog: chickens! Well, yes, and dogs and plants, and chickens, and eggs. And fences. And weeds. Let's face it; some of us are just boring as jello. But some of us are just happy to BE jello! So there.
Put a nest box up on the top shelf for the hen that has been laying eggs up there. Found three eggs and boiled them and fed them to the dogs and hens. They were good eggs, but had no way of being sure that they would be, so fed back to the critters is safest. Had one hen to lay in the middle house today, too. Now if they would all start doing that, it would make things much easier. sigh Have to learn to think like a hen maybe?
Woke up a bit early this morning and now my tail feathers are dragging just a bit. May look up a book by Ms. George and then watch The Crown before putting the body down for the night. Then maybe my ditzy little mind will be quiet and let me rest for six to eight hours! Sometimes it just keeps right on ticking along--and it is not even a Timex.
May you all enjoy your rest and know the peace that God has given us. You are loved.
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