Prayers for Intercession.

 While many Americans spent at least part of this day indulging in cranberry sauce and assorted meats, some were in hospital trying to breathe. Let us remember those who are ill with covid or any of the multitude of illnesses of this age. And then let us remember those who had no food today. We have, for the most part, been so very blessed with friends and family who do their best to show their love. But not all are so blessed. Sharon Dickerson asks that we pray for her niece whose cancer has returned. Lisa Carden asks for prayers for the great-granddaughter of our friends in Lawton. The child has covid, and 30% of the school have tested positive, so now the school has shut down. Our prayers never go to waste. God does hear us.

It's been relatively quiet here on Dickerson Hill. The kid on Lake View is still setting off fireworks. And they are putting up a Santa on their front door step. To each his own. My dogs and hens are happy enough, so that is all that matters at the moment. Oh! And a lovely meal was brought by my sister-by-another mother, Cindy Jones. So, eating cheese and crackers, some jello-marshmallow salad, some sparkling cranberry juice, and smelling the rest that will be sampled tomorrow--that just makes my day! Such a sweet, sweet lady! And her family! God has doubly blessed me with the friends given to me.

Just put a blanket in the dryer and will start the last load of laundry for the day in a few minutes. Put off taking a shower so my favorite pants could be clean for tomorrow or Saturday. Whichever. Have two pair of cranberry colored jeans and one green pair. The green are more comfortable for some reason. Not sure why since they are the same size as all the rest, but it is nice to have a pair that will always fit right from the get go. The pockets are never deep enough on women's pants. Why is that? My phone falls out of the pocket of these jeans, so the only jeans that are safe for my phone are the ones from Duluth clothing company. It figures. They are more expensive and cut quite a bit differently.

Did a little rearranging in the hen house this morning. That silly hen still refuses to lay in the bin and lays her egg on the top shelf instead. Thought putting a nest up there would help. Nope. Stubborn biddy! Thinking maybe a lid of some sort with a bit of hay on it. Rather not have splattered egg all over the hen house. Ah, the trials of a hen's mother! [Joking.]

The weather is about to change to cold again. Cindy said her knees are aching. Knees and other joints, in case you are unaware, are semi-barometers. Granddad Pollard's back would always hurt in weather changes. He and the cattle both knew when the weather was about to change. But he did not crowd up with fellows along a fence line with his butt to the north wind. He always said you could tell which way the front was coming by the way the cattle bunched. My hens just hide under the deck or in the coop. No fence flying for them. But here is hoping that BillyeRuth has no trouble with her hens out there in Paducah when it gets cold again. The wind out there just takes the soil with it for the grit they chew on!

Don't really know anything tonight. Yet my body says it is tired. Know these two dogs must have had too much bone chewing as they both seem to have gas. Oh my! While Cindy was visiting this evening, we had to open a door and turn the fan on! Whew! Thompson sat down on his backside and made a whistle sound. That dog! But at least it was funny!

May you all rest well and awake with joy! You are loved.