Furr's Tray.

 Years ago we had a nice cafeteria here in Wichita Falls called Furr's. One of the women who worked there took home a salmon pink tray and a nice long pan that was appropriate for slices of stuff that they put out on the serving line. We ended up cleaning up the mess that that woman and her family left behind in a rental house because it belonged to an older neighbor who needed some help getting it cleaned out. All that to explain that the pink tray is on my desk under the diffuser that Jennifer sent to me. Oh, and the pan is in the oven covered with apples baking. The diffuser has put a nice mist in the air here in the living room with something called On Guard. The pan of apples baking have made the entire house smell like cinnamon and apple! Umm.

The old woman's body is sore again today. Have NOT done anything to cause that, so there is no excuse except maybe age and the weather. It is supposed to be fairly decent for a few days, so whatever it is doing has got to just be primed for achy old folks. sigh We had some nice sunshine today, and the dogs lay on the sofa and absorbed its rays while the old woman sat in the chair next to the windows to enjoy the sunshine. The hens didn't seem to be concerned about weather at all. They have eating on the brain, and that's about all most of the time. My favorite, Isa, comes out to talk to me whenever she sees me, but even she is more oriented to eating than anything else. At least they are producing the eggs. 

Connie sent me a text message this morning saying that the doctors are going to send Rebekah to another hospital just down the road from where she is. Hoping that Connie is taking good care of herself. For sure no one is around to help her except God. Please pray for them.

The house has been kind of chilly today despite the stove. Not sure why since the wind was not bad or anything. Oh well. When August gets here, then listen to the tune of gripey ol' hot woman!

Just finished counting the hens in the coops: 9 of the pullets, 8 Black-laced Wyandottes, and 8--make that 9--of the older hens. Thought one was missing, but Edith had managed to get to the shelf above the boards placed down at my height. Put the boards down there to keep them from going up on the top shelf, but she found a spot just a little higher than my ideal placement. Such is the way of hens.

Lance sent me a picture of a cat that was labeled thus: When you meow at your owner for food, but instead he meows back at you with 13 grammatical errors. The expression on that cat's face!

The bird for the day on my new calendar is of a Knysna Turaco. Beautiful bird, but not likely to find that critter in this part of the world. Lewis used to try to get my goat by calling all birds sparrows. Not this one! Can't even pronounce it. 

The Knysna turaco, or, in South Africa, Knysna loerie, is a large turaco, one of a group of African musophagidae birds. It is a resident breeder in the mature evergreen forests of southern and eastern South Africa, and Swaziland. It was formerly sometimes considered to be a subspecies of the green turaco of West Africa. The Livingstone's and Schalow's turacos were once considered subspecies.

Lewis would have been seventy-seven yesterday. Miss him. He would have enjoyed sitting on the deck and watching these hens dig holes. 

One of Jerry's idiot friends has his truck and trailer parked out in the middle of the street. My dogs are NOT happy about it, especially because the guy has a dog tied to his trailer. Oh well. He won't be there all night.

The other idiot in the neighborhood is gunning his truck as if it has problems. It really DOES have a problem: the one behind the wheel! ARGH! Noises like that are so unnecessary.

Have another book started. Have not finished the one about the Maccabees yet. It takes a certain kind of attitude to finish that kind, and maybe that will happen later when knowing how they all died won't bother me as much. Right now this one is about a guy who could not attend public school and never watched TV or saw a movie. Not exactly like the Amish, but definitely not open to public interactions. It seems like it will be a very good book.

Ah, a good soak and now ready to go back to my book. Nothing like hot water and Epsom salts to relax a body. And the smell of baked apples to tempt one to snack before bedtime! Oh well.

May you all take good care of yourselves and enjoy life as much as possible. You know that God gave us the best of everything, so you can be grateful as well. You are loved.