Typically the wind blows in Texas enough that Congress in DC has a fairly even task to keep up, despite the fact that they aren't in session most of the time. Texas never misses a "session," it would seem. Oh, days come along when it is just a gentle breeze, and very rarely a day in North Central Texas will be rather quiet and not a breeze blowing. But, rarely! Today is not as bad as the gale force winds we have had recently, but the hens still have managed not to fly from one side of the yard to the other without their own propulsion. And they seem happy enough currently to graze down in the east lots on whatever it is that hens like to eat out there. STILL have not seen any sign of micro clover that was planted. To tell the truth, not sure exactly what clover sprouts are supposed to look like. May have been a total waste of money simply because the old woman had no clue how to get the stuff to come up in the first place. And what kind of weather does it require? Another bit of undecided information. Ah well. If the wind blew it outside the fence, maybe it will grow over the dadgummed khaki weed and snuff it out. That was the main purpose of planting clover anyway. But the young man who sprayed the pre-emergent originally said that the wind would mess up anything he did anyway. "If your neighbors have khaki weed, the wind will bring it to your place." Such a wonderful aspect of Texas wind.
Other than cooking a big pan of mayocoba beans, basically nothing has been accomplished around here. Wanted to try these Peruvian beans and just see if they really tasted that much different from pinto beans. They do. These are much lighter flavored and almost sweet. The only spice was salt, so it was easy to tell the difference. Have bought two or three different kinds of beans or stuff like that just to try. Lewis never really wanted anything except pinto beans, onion, cornbread, and iced tea. Well, sometimes it was cornbread and milk. Kinda funny that he told his dad once that when he got grown, he would never eat cornbread and milk. And then when he got grown, guess what he wanted me to make for him. Cornbread so he could put it in his milk. Aren't we funny when we are young and think we know better than our parents. Of course, mine were so young to be parents that it was hard on them from the get go. We were blessed not to have to go through the kind of struggles that they had.
Only about a third of the way through this book. Have to rest my eyes pretty often just to read for an hour or so. But it is a good book. Just wish the Italian phrases were translated. Nevermind the Urdu. Actually, none of the Urdu is written in the book. The language is simply mentioned as that of the parents of one of the main characters. They yell at him in their own language. They are from Pakistan. Anyway, even a Kindle probably would not give me the translation, so guessing is as good as it gets.
Couldn't sleep last night and finally got up and took a sleeping pill. It worked, but certainly did feel sleepy after letting the girls out. Slipped back onto the bed and gave Connie a quick call and fell back to sleep. An hour and a half is not much, but it kept me out of trouble for a few minutes. The dogs even seemed to sleep well. Not sure whether it is my age, my thoughts, or the weather, but some nights are just not conducive to sleep.
Watched an hour of The Crown yesterday. Good show. Will probably watch some more of it this evening. It is history and human drama all at the same time. Just hard to imagine Queen Elizabeth as a young woman. But she is a gutsy lady! Can't imagine how she has had to adjust to life with the way the world has its lack of morals--in her own family and otherwise. The "stiff upper lip" of the British has probably been hardest on her of all the family. But then, she believes that she answers to God before all others. And truly, we ALL do, but whether or not we understand that is another question altogether.
Have been reading more and more about the inoculation plans. Seems crazy all the way around, but now they are saying that it makes more sense to inoculate the younger people since the vaccine may not even do any good at all for weeks to months. And no one can guess if and for how long the immunity will last. Such indecision sounds about right for 2020. This really has been a mess of a year. But we are still on this earth and have each other. We can still pray for and love each other. Can't really gripe about the rest of it.
All the wind this morning should have kept anyone with a functioning brain cell off the roofs of houses, but the man who owns the old church house building (turned into a house) had a new roof put on today. The crew also re-roofed another house across the street from his. He may own it. Not sure, and don't care. Anyway, the dogs could see those men up there hanging on for dear life and barked often to let them know their feelings about the situation. NOT that anyone else could hear their barks. It was not worth watching in case someone went flying off of there. Whew!
Hear my squawker yelling out back. That hen! Gotta send her to Vernon with Sharon and Jim. BR can just pick her up at David's house! [Joking. Don't think Jim would want a hen in his truck.] As it is, Sharon said that David would like to have some eggs. So there should be plenty.
Oh, and a lady from Vernon area wants the three little Eve's Necklace trees growing in my front yard. She said she would come get them Monday. That makes me happy to think that they will be making someone else happy--besides making me happy to have them gone! It pays to belong to a group or two. No knitting here. No dog walking or cat grooming, but just hen talking.
May you each rest well this night and awake with joy. You are loved.
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