The dogs received a box today from Chewie. They are only allowed two smart sticks or "bones" from the non rawhide chews, but they were allowed to have all four critters with squeakers and stuffing. My desk has a pile of stuffing, four squeakers, two feet, and a couple of paws piled on it. None of the toys squeak now. And there is only a small amount of stuffing left inside the cow. Its feet are no longer attached. But the dogs enjoyed every minute of destruction! In fact, Sylvia is still nibbling on the cow. Such fun!
Told the grands to send me a list of things they might want for their birthdays. So two of them sent me a list of various goodies. Now some books are on the way to Landon, and some kind of stuff that Rachel thought she could use is on the way to her house as well. Have not talked to Grayson yet, but Reece did not want to make a list. He said something that made me really proud of him. "Could it be a memento just to remind me always of you, Ma?" Is that sweet or what? So if this ol' gal can still pick up a needle and thread, he will get something that only an old woman would think about. Always enjoyed my husband's regard for old fashioned manners, and it would be the neatest thing in the world if that could be passed on to one of the boys. And it won't be a truck or something like that. Just a small thing that marks the difference between a man and a gentleman.
Sliced up the roast that cooked yesterday and put two slices in each ziplock bag and placed those bags in the freezer. Then made squash casserole and froze some of that in a ziplock as well. So, now there are at least six days worth of food just sitting there waiting to be eaten whenever. Nothing like planning ahead.
Trying to make the hens clean up the lay mash in the trough where their feeder usually rests. They eat a bite and throw a bite in the air from the looks of it. Anyway, a little bit of scratch thrown on top of the trough has improved the depth of lay mash. May actually fill up their feeder tomorrow, but we will see. It reminds me of a cat that can see the bottom of the feed dish--poor starving creature! These hens think that they need extra attention and maybe some sunflower seeds just to make eggs! Oh well. Can't really gripe. Not sure laying eggs in cold weather is all that much fun, ya know.
Speaking of weather: Winter begins officially this next Monday. And the temperature is supposed to be 65 Monday and 70 on Tuesday. But it won't stay that warm. This is Texas, after all.
The cow just exploded stuffing all over my new rug. It's head is getting wobbly, too. But Thompson won't give it up to Sylvia. HA!! She barked at something out the window, and Thompson put down the cow. Guess who has it now!! Smart dog!
Truly hope that next week is not too windy and the ground can be worked just a bit. Have some seeds on the way from Etsy that should be here soon. Would love to get them in the ground before December is over. Would love to have the colors all over the front flower bed next to the walk. Some plants are already there, but the ones on their way are supposed to grow tall and be in shades of blue and purple. We shall see. Really need to go somewhere and get a good grubbing hoe. Thought one was supposed to be shipped here before summer, but never got it. Not even sure where it was supposed to come from. Oh well. Can bet Jennifer would tell me to go back over my orders, but not sure if the order was from Amazon. sigh
The east lots are full of pretty hens right now. They go down there and make such a lovely picture. The Hamburgs taken to Paducah made a lovely picture, but it is SO much calmer around here with the hens not jumping over the fences and squawking to be let back inside! Maybe since they have all that room to run around at BillyeRuth's now they can't squawk about anything! Took her one of the Barred Rocks that liked to be petted. And you can almost bet she has to be petted as she was a very demanding little hen. The only problem with her was that she would stop RIGHT in front of me and squat down to be petted. Have to keep your eyes on the ground to keep from tripping over a hen! Sterling used to pet his chickens even though they were less than six weeks old. His wife said she could always tell that he had been petting them because they would swarm for petting! Just went out and put some feed out for the silly critters. Isa not only wanted to be petted, she wanted to come inside! Not quite ready to make this into a hen house!
My phone just told me that my Life 360 was turned off, so it had to be rebooted. HOW it gets turned off is beyond me--same with the battery saver. Technology is not my best friend.
Don't really know anything--on purpose. Still staying off of news channels on AOL or anything else. Sometimes it is just better for one's mentality to remain uninformed, ya know. Don't need to know how many people died of the Covid today. Don't need to know which towns have to roll up the sidewalks at 5 in the afternoon. Will just stay here in my little ol' abode and behave myself--well, mostly. My prayers are with those who HAVE to be around others. And then there are those of us who are going to have to take on another type of personality--hermits at home.
May you all sleep well tonight and awake with joy. You are loved.
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