Snow--Sorta.

 Yes, we got just a bit of snow. It was uncertain snow, however. Could not make up its mind, ya know. Didn't stick. But some folks got to see it snow when it hadn't in years. Got a picture of Sharon Dickerson out in the back yard watching the snow fall. Am guessing it that it was Jim who took the picture. She is wearing an old blue coat that used to belong to her father. And a blue hat that she probably made herself. She got to talk to some of the neighborhood children--one of whom was wearing a hat that Sharon had made. Think that right there made the day for her! Understand completely.

My Ostand grands got to play outside in the snow. Not enough to go sliding down a hill on a sled or anything, but snow just the same. They went out and built a bonfire in the fire pit and roasted marshmallows or wieners or something. Not sure just what got roasted, but they were grinning. My hens were simply not impressed, thank you very much. They prefer dry to wet any day. As long as my body does not get too chilled, the snow does not bother me. Wind, now that is a different situation altogether. The foggy haze over the lake is kind of pretty, but the haze between the house and the state hospital just reminds me that the roads will be getting slick about the time the shifts change. Hope everyone gets home safely. With good preparations, weather is not a problem. But some of the folks in this area just simply do not know how to drive in rain, much less something a bit slicker. 

When Thompson was not busy begging for treats or part of my dinner, he was chewing ears or legs off his toys. Sylvia feels it is her job to bark at him about sharing those toys. NOT that Thompson would share. Now she is busy slinging around a shark with a long tail and a squeaker. Entertainment comes in chunks around here. 

Finished a good book--well, two of them in one paperback. So a book without wild and wanton stuff might not even exist. And someone (me) thought that Nora Roberts did not do that kind of novel. Oh well. Still a good story--both of them. And somehow she managed to make them mesh together when the main characters turned out to know each other and have worked together for national intelligence. Go figure. A mystery and a thriller combined. Good job!

The hens have done a good job of laying eggs today. The little chocolate looking eggs are smaller, of course, but it makes me smile to see them turn up in the nests. As the hens mature, the eggs will increase in size. Not that it matters terribly. Everyone who gets any of them has enjoyed the rich eggs. No comparison with anything in the grocery store. Free range really does make a difference when the hens really have all the room they need to hunt and peck.

My brother and sister-in-law have been exposed to their pastor who has Covid, so tomorrow they have to go get tested. Not sure what good the testing does, but whatever. Sterling said that his daughter Karen had nearly died with the stuff, and her partner had been or was sick with it as well. Karen refused to go to the hospital. Have a feeling that was probably wise. Hospitals are not the best places in the world unless a person is really desperate for surgical help or something. Otherwise, forget it. Have seen too many messes at the hospital here to feel safe going there. 

My neighbor Patty is supposed to go get the Covid shot Tuesday. Hoping it does not cause her problems. Lance said that if he does not come up with any symptoms between now and Wednesday, he should be able to go back to work next week. Get tickled at Jennifer's description of him and the guy that works behind him--something about meerkats bobbing up out of their cubicles. They must "visit" a lot between tasks. Think the guy that had to stay at the office might be missing my son's sarcasm. 

Bought a new feeder to hang in the hen house hoping that the girls would not throw so much feed around. Don't mind feeding them all they will eat, but wasting food on the ground tends to make me grit my teeth. That stuff is not cheap. Will probably go get another couple of sacks of scratch this week after it dries up a bit. Will call Cindy Jones this time and see if she can send Tim to unload it for me. Just hurts like a sonofagun to lift those sacks to unload them into the bins. Guys are just built for that kind of stuff. And Tim is young enough it won't hurt him.

The nandinas bushes beside the ramp to the porch are full of sparrows. Have thought about feeding them, but spare feed also attracts squirrels that the dogs hate. And a bird feeder never really keeps the feed inside the feeder no matter what. Have tried. Might just smear some peanut butter on one of the posts out there. That would feed the birds easily without mess. Connie gave me a jar of peanut butter that Rebekah left behind. Birds and dogs both like that stuff.

My eyes are tired tonight. Lots of reading of smaller print. But better tired eyes than disgusted boredom, huh. Winter is a good time to have a hobby that it easy to do and to see. Sharon sent me a link to some Etsy things that looked like fun, but sewing is not exactly a good pastime for me. The needles have to be threaded. At least my grandsons liked the hankerchiefs they got with their initials on them. They have no idea how "unneat" the stitching was, so there's that. Oh well. It is not like Ma did not care.

Think a movie might be good for tonight. Someone mentioned something called "Shitts Creek" that is supposed to be funny. My cousin said it was not worth looking at regular TV for anything. Have thought that for many years now. She said her mom tries to watch Jeopardy on the cable at the retirement center. Seems like that was one that had some humor in it. But can't really remember when it was ever watched around here. Must have been years ago. And the stars that were on it would all be dead by now--well, with the exception of Betty White who will live like Methuselah. Yep, humor is definitely needed around here. 

Will just ask you all tonight to be patient with neighbors and friends and family. God knows we are somewhat distraught at times--and this has been one of those times. Whatever someone says or however they might call situations in terms of how THEY see it, is not how God sees it. Let us rejoice that He sees things as they really are.

Rest well and stay safe, my friends. You are loved.