Had the last of the Kalua mudslide mixture over ice cream last night, so now both ice cream and Kalua are gone. Guess it is time to batten down the hatches and get ready for the third wave of whatever this virus is going to do to us. Jenn said she went to the hair dresser today before they close their doors again. My hair is just now growing out long enough to look semi-feminine, so no worries in that area this time. The pantry is stocked up with real food, not so much junk and stuff. Have rice, beans, and canned fish, so a trip to the store should not be necessary for a while. If the Walmarts continue to have outside pickups, even fresh meat and ice cream should not be a problem. Connie said she was to pick her groceries up today and won't be walking around inside and pushing a buggy. Guess we could all start planting winter veggies out in the flower beds for fresh stuff. Or not. This just seems so strange to have to think and plan about what you will need for a month or so. Can't help but think about the folks who live up in Alaska who have to plan for six months of winter when they can't get ANY groceries at all. And then the prices of what they do buy is on the side of beyond outrageous. Gasoline? Can't get it. Diesel. Fat chance. Fire wood? Got an axe? Up there is like Siberia--well, come to think of it, that is their nearest neighbor.
We are so blessed to have things as easy as we do. Gasoline, at least right now, it reasonable. Electricity is not terrible in price as long as it is available. Natural gas is just wonderful if you have it. Butane or propane is a bit high. But at least it is available. Can think of so much that could be worse. And no one is shooting at us around here. Let's just be thankful for what we have.
Found the third dryer ball today. Thought it was probably folded up in a blanket somewhere, but all this time it has been hiding under the kitchen table. And yes, the mop has been under there a couple of times since the ball went missing. It just somehow missed getting out from under that chair. Oh well. It is in the dryer now.
Have had the sneezes again today. Not sure what is in the air, but could be the remaining dust that blew through earlier this week. The skim on the chicken water had leaves and something else on it. Not sure what the something else was, but washed out the pan and put in fresh water again. The dogs approved. They have fresh water in their own bowl in the house, but it is better out of the chicken pans. They think they have to put their nose into anything offered to the hens. It might be tasty or something. But no matter what it is, they will chase the hens off to check it out. Silly dogs.
Half way through this mystery and they have found the kidnapped child. Now to figure out who planned it and why. Hmm. This author, Elizabeth George, writes very well, but danged if the Italian phrases make sense to me. Once in a while they are close enough to French or English that it is not too hard to figure out the meaning, but still. One thing about it, her description of the Italian police and their system definitely does not make me want to visit that country! Worse than any bootleg system of policing done in America unless it might be some vigilante force up in the hills. Not particularly wanting to check that one out either.
So far today the dogs have not been demanding any treats. Makes me wonder if they are both ok. This is really unusual. Guess we all have our days when only one thing will do, and then there are days that nothing really matters. Guess this is a "nothing matters" day for them.
Had mayocoba beans with picante sauce today. Pretty filling and tasty. The beans don't have an overpowering taste of their own, so the picante sauce tasted very good in them. Thinking they would be good in some soup with celery and onions. Or maybe chili. They are just pretty tasty.
Have been playing these games online--two different games. One is Sherlock Holmes and the other one is Hidden City. Have not advanced very far in either game--only on level 26 in the Hidden City. It is like those pictures where you find hidden objects. Sometimes the placement makes sense, but most of the time it is hidden in creases or weird places that are just hard as anything to find. Or the colors will be off from what one would expect. A four leaf clover may be white or silver instead of green. The Sherlock Holmes one gives the player the option of looking for the objects or playing a type of match three game with limited moves. Both are usually timed or otherwise have automatic frustration programmed into the game. It is a type of fun, but pretty nerve wracking at the same time. But this type of game is supposed to be good for your brain--supposed to be! Not too sure.
Read an online article from my insurance company about sciatica. They had an exercise not ever mentioned in most of the things that have come my way. Will try it, but wondered about why they think that more and more walking will be helpful when walking makes me hurt so badly. Hmm.
Got tickled at something my daughter told me this afternoon. She had been seeing this chicken out beside a house near where she drives on the way home. She has seen it often. Today it finally dawned on her that it was a chicken sculpture. Told her the one needed here was a little dinosaur so in case anyone asks--only little dinosaurs live here, not chickens.
Seems to me that it is getting darker SO much earlier! Here it is not quite 5:30, and no sun is showing out there. At least it is not cold, however. Looks like the entire country is settling in for decent weather this next week. We will see tomorrow if Rebekah will try to make it back to Maryland this weekend. All we can do is pray for her safe travels--just like for everyone else trying to go from one place to another--home or otherwise. Thanksgiving week is going to be busy.
Let's pray for all those traveling and all those staying at home. May we all be blessed with peace and safety. You are loved.
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