Raspberry Oranges.

 For most of my life, oranges have appealed to me--except for the peel. The oil in citrus fruits does my skin up a job. At least, my hands break out in a rash. Have tried putting on plastic gloves to peel an orange. Not all that satisfactory, but sometimes it works. Today a sack of oranges came home from Market Street--raspberry oranges. Just tried one. Umm. Delicious. Soap and water on the hands still has not removed the oil. Maybe tomorrow putting on a light weight pair of plastic gloves and peeling a few will work. It's worth the attempt.

The trip to Market Street was the second in two days. They did not include the roast and celery sticks in the first load. Today they got that part right and subtracted the amount that they overcharged last time. Pretty good roast, too. It is expensive to shop online--well, or any other way, for that matter. Found some gluten free bread that may work. Would be nice to be able to eat some without getting a belly ache. Gripe enough as it is without actually feeling barfy!

Jennifer said that she ordered 2% lactose milk from her store and they came to her car without it. She asked the young man, "Hey, where's the milk?" He went back and got her two half gallons of the stuff she needed and then did not charge her for it. So sorry her kids got the milk problems like Lance has. Not sure just exactly why that happens, but have read that those who are descended from Native Americans are more likely to be lactose intolerant. Of course, the DNA test said no one in her family had Indian blood. ahem. Two great-grandmothers were Cherokee, so somehow that really surprises me.

Someone please remind me in a couple of months that groaning about cold weather meant that none of the grass had to be mowed. Would rather be out there mowing right now than to have to wear a warm hat and extra clothes to keep warm. sigh

Have thought seriously about just putting my laptop in the office and leaving it turned off for a week or so. Nothing would make me happier than to NOT see any "news." Some things just make me sick to my stomach. Would rather scoop up CS in the hen house than to listen to or see this garbage. So if you don't see anything on FB from me for a while, it MIGHT be here on blogger [Mesquite Country--Dickerson Hill] or it may not be here at all. Am pretty sure Jennifer will still be on FB, but it is just awfully tempting to take a break for awhile. Even checking my email allows AOL to post the garbage on the screen before reaching the email. Sitting here shaking my head. 

Think after the ladies are put up tonight, this ol' gal is going to take a hot soak in the tub and just hibernate for the rest of the evening. Have some good books to read. Might even do some embroidery tomorrow on a shirt. If it is warmer outside tomorrow and the next day, may get some seeds in the ground. Hope springs eternal, huh. 

Have to remember to call Grayson tomorrow and wish him a happy birthday. Have no idea what time he starts his day, but you can bet it is probably not as early as Thompson, Sylvia, and the birds. Oh well. He knows he is thoroughly loved!

Let us ask God to heal this nation and to help us become less judgmental. Calling names and otherwise finding fault is too easy for all of us. Meanwhile, so very many are ill now. May we all try our best to try to protect ourselves and others.

Rest well tonight and awake with joy, my friends. You are loved.