Little Scares.

Reading a book called Double Forte about a music professor and his family who live with him. His grandchild is a two-year-old darling boy who calls his grandfather Opa. The German ancestry of his late wife and the ongoing love he shows toward his brother-in-law who was brain damaged in a boating accident when he was twelve are the background that carries this book along in intertwining layers of kindnesses and capabilities. The main character, Opa, has one daughter who is a veterinarian. Anyway, Opa saves the life of a child who was shackled to a bed in an old renters' cabin. The man who tried to kill Opa to keep the child, is eventually captured, but he escaped. Suddenly the grandson goes missing and Opa and the police think that the bad guy have kidnapped him. ALL of that goes on in this book and a lot more, but it reminds me of the time that Jennifer tried so hard to get me to play hide and seek with her while the harried young wife was attempting to get supper ready. Told Jennifer to go hide and wait for me to find her. Called. Called again. And again. We live on the lake. Across from the State Hospital. The front door was not locked. Hysteria boils over after looking through the house. Asked the neighbors to help me find her. Common sense Granny Lucy said, "Nancy, go look under all the beds one more time." Yep, she was asleep on the floor on the other side of my bed.

When Rachel was little, Jennifer was here visiting us while Landon and Rachel were here, too. Rachel was coloring at the kitchen table with PawPaw when Jennifer told me it was time to take AnnaBeth, the sweet old cat, to see the vet for the last time. We told Lewis we would be back shortly. Got to the vet's office and Jennifer's cell phone rang. Rachel was missing! They called the police. Jennifer quickly drove back home to look for the child while the old woman stayed at the vet's office. Started walking back home with a great BIG cardboard box full of dead cat. Some young man stopped to ask me if he could help take me somewhere. Could not see getting in a car with someone--even though he seemed sweet and helpful--with a box of dead cat. Shortly thereafter Jennifer came and picked me up. WHERE was my granddaughter? It made Rachel mad that she was not asked to go, too, so she hid under the bunch of rolled back covers in the bedroom and refused to answer when called. Oh! Did she ever get a talking to after the police left. They had to physically see the child and talk to her to know that everything was ok. Think that may have frightened her just a bit. Yep, grey hairs are on our heads for a reason.

It has been a lovely day. No wind! A breeze, maybe, but no howling, bodacious wind. The hens have so sedately wandered about the place clucking and pucking. They are so funny. Go outside and they want at least a token amount of time and maybe some few bites of feed. Walking through a hen path is interesting. They stop RIGHT in front of me and squat, waiting for their feathers to be ruffled. Not all of them, but enough that walking is more like stepping through high grass than strolling along. But would not change this for the world. They talk to me and tell me all about what they like. 

Talked to my Dickerson grandson and asked about his work at H&O on Saturday. He said it was hard and totally wore him out. His muscles were sore from all the stuff he cleaned and the floors he mopped. But maybe he will get a decent amount for doing it. He did not mop the floors on the Lone Star side of the shop because Jennifer did not want him to do that side for some reason. Maybe the big machines are sensitive? Who knows. But did get tickled at him when asking about how old his mom became today. His answer: maybe 29, IDK. Finally he said 45 but that he never said that! Kinda funny. 

Jennifer said that one of the guys at H&O who got Covid had lost his sense of taste today. Not good. He makes his own beer! But truly am hoping that he gets over this mess quickly. His entire family is at risk. His wife and youngest child are "isolating" from him and the other three members of the family who got Covid. Just can't imagine.

Sent my last cloth bag home with Michelle with the three dozen eggs. Not even sure where all those bags have gone! They are great for carrying egg cartons, but who knows if that is how the old woman managed to misplace them. Oh well. Guess plastic bags will work just as well for the time being.

Watched The Good Life about those back-to-nature type of neighbors last night. Jenn tells me The Crown is back on Netflix. Can't remember where it left off. Oh well. Can always watch it over again. But for the time being, have to finish this book. Still want to know when they catch the bad guys. Books are so easy to put down and go back to them. Movies take attention of a different sort.

If this weather continues, we will be looking at an early spring--or a late freeze when the apricots bloom. It would figure, right? But whatever happens, we can enjoy life right now and feel warm sitting in the sunshine--even if it has to be behind the glass of the windows. May you all find peace and pleasure in life. You are loved.