When we were kids, if someone was grumpy, especially around kids, that person would be called a sorehead. Well, now and then there is a sorehead who makes her appearance around this house. But it is not just the head that is sore! Bending over at the waist and then kneeling on the ground to get those stakes pounded down around the wire just added to the soreness. So today, a sorehead lives here. Oh well. Maybe tomorrow will be a nice warm day--or at least a sunny one. Think it is supposed to freeze tonight and tomorrow night. Ah, the joys of being a human thermometer and barometer!
Have talked to Connie today, but so far the hospital has not actually done anything other than a CAT scan on Rebekah. Think they are just getting her insurance money and that is all. Kinda disturbing. Still appreciate your prayers for both of them. It snowed up there, but Connie is not driving, but she has to depend on a Uber to go anywhere. Just as well. She does not need to drive in a strange town.
Thompson is doing his talking to me stuff right now. Can't imagine how anyone could spoil a dog to this extent! He thinks that his language should be easy to understand from just his expressions! Right.
One of the girls who grew up when my kids were attending church posted on FB today that her brand new grandson made his entrance into the world today--emergency C section, but both are doing ok. Sometimes little ones just don't want to wait. So happy that they are ok. Becoming a grandparent for the first time is neat, but only after we are sure the kids are ok!
Had trouble getting to sleep last night, so around eleven a sleeping pill took care of that situation. Woke up before five, but fell back to sleep, so the hens were hitting the doors when the old woman finally got out there a little before eight. Poor critters!
Sylvia just had to move me. She scratched the floor and gruffed at me until my chair was out of her way. Somehow her favorite squeaky toy got under the desk. Oh my!
Had to get up just now and go fill up the jar that Roger Thonton gave me. It now has about 20 "bones" in it. They are SO much easier to give to the dogs than those tiny bones.
Worked in the hen house a bit today. The girls were not laying in the shelf inside to the right of the door, so decided to make it easier to clean up and removed the laying boxes to UNDER the shelf. We will see what happens. Hens are so different about how they adjust to things being moved around. It seems to me that they look for reasons to have something moved. Sitting on top of the box and pooping on the shelf was not one of the things appreciated by the poop cleaner upper! Now they will probably ignore the laying nest totally. But there are other boxes, so who knows where the eggs will end up.
God gives us only so many years and so much understanding about life in general, but some days it seems that it is easier to see things from a distance than from up close. Looking back reminds me of how very blessed we were. Looking forward makes me wonder how my grands will do when they have to adjust to life. But my job now is to pray for them now and ask Him to bless them in whatever way is best for them. We can't adjust their beliefs or even their lifestyles, so our only real recourse is to love them now and cover them in our prayers. And we can do the same for the parents. May God let them see how they are so very blessed. Let them appreciate those blessings as well. Let us cover our children and their children with our prayers. God knows His plan for their lives.
Got a message today from Sue Dickerson about the shot they want everyone to take. It doesn't prevent us from getting anything. It just produces antibodies or something. Think maybe sitting here on this old hill will be my number one tactic for staying well. Not that Jennifer thinks her mom does a very good job of staying at home! [Really do.]
Sharon Dickerson has a niece named Kimberly Alvarado who is going to let MD Anderson doctors remove all her water works, the end of the digestive system, and excess baby buggy bumpers from her lower body. Please remember her in your prayers. Sounds pretty horrific, but then cancer does it just as bad. Horrible disease!
Don't know anything funny or especially interesting to tell you tonight, so just know that you have plenty of time to come up with something funny to tell the rest of us. You are welcome to ask BillyeRuth if her hens have started roosting on the roof yet, or if Robin Christian has conquered the weather in Illinois. You ask; they have to tell you!
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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