Came home from the doctor's office today to find Tim and Michelle Malay parked out front of my house! They brought goodies! A sign that says, "I'm not hard of hearing. I'm just ignoring you!" now resides in my kitchen. And if the old woman gets lost on the way to the hen house tonight, all she has to do is turn on her headlamp! It even has a strobe flashing light! That must be to warn the skunks off! And then there are new t-shirts that claim chickens are my cardio and other cute thoughts about the fuzzy butts. AND, if all else fails, the books on gardening are right by my desk! However, Michelle did demand that the old woman could NOT go to TSC--they have baby chicks!! That is hard, but my mind is made up. No chicks this year. Trying to reduce the number of feathered furies out there on the yard, and it really is pretty hard. Have determined to keep Athena and her maybe one egg a week, Isa and her pretty pink egg, and Rhoady and her big red egg. The rest of the hens--Black-laced Wyandottes and Marans--lay either brown eggs or chocolate eggs. But it was kinda fun having Michelle tell me that a trip to TSC was NOT allowed. Still, she did not know that two whiskey barrels will be ready for pickup tomorrow. No whiskey, just the barrels with rope handles. Planters, ya know.
So a Covid test is NOT fun! It felt as if my brain were being picked--literally. Oh well. Will know by tomorrow night if that is what part of this problem has been. Meanwhile a wonderful jab of steroids for the immediate problem plus tablets tomorrow and for a few days. Our science has developed all kinds of aids to help folks who are susceptible to allergens, and dearly beloved, if something can cause me to break out, it will! For the first time ever, my hands and arms are not affected. Trying to come up with something that might have caused this is like putting together one of those shaped puzzles--nothing to guide a person like straight lines.
Called the house insurance person today (Germania). Mr. Holub told me to get out a fan and begin to start drying the floor where the water got under the boards. They are already warping, but who knew this would happen. From my desk the view looks like valleys and peaks for about six feet from the door. And it will only get worse as it dries. Have no idea when the adjuster will be out, but my little claim is probably way down on the list compared to folks who had pipes breaking in their walls. So sorry for those who are still in a mess.
We got a little sprinkle of rain this afternoon, but this 49 degrees feels pretty cool at the moment. Know that folks like Michelle who hurt when it is hot can enjoy this cool weather, but it just makes me ache. At least Michelle can stay inside under the AC during the summer. Doesn't ever seem to get warm enough for me until it hits at least 80, and that is still pretty cool.
Looking at the headlamps that Michelle got for me for my "birthday." Just a few months off, but that is ok. The lights are neat! One has a three position headlight and then red and blue strobe lights. Just call me Sparky, Ma'am! Maybe the meth addicts down the street will think a police officer is on the grounds around here. Guess Thompson could wear one and scare off the bad guys! He'd be happy to bite anyone who was silly enough to get in the yard.
Ok, seriousness here for a minute or two. Connie called this morning and was in a situation that caused her to cry. We prayed right there while on the phone, but she really needs our prayers. Her sister is in a bad way. It is not for me to tell you any details, but just know that BOTH Connie and Rebekah need our prayers. Connie is at least fairly healthy. Not so much for Rebekah. When our bodies have to fight off mold poisoning or other stuff, it affects the mind, the emotions, and one's attitude about living. Just know that right this moment, these two women need our prayers desperately.
Lance was telling me about the backlog of stuff that can't be moved or otherwise delivered because of all the stuff that was unable to be moved during the storm. Think about the fact that a train can't be unloaded because no trucks are empty to take the cargo. No trucks can be loaded because they couldn't reach the warehouse. Today Connie was told that FedEx warehouse here in WF is only open for two hours in the afternoon. The drivers are all working overtime, but the backlog may take a month to move! This makes a big difference in how businesses get paid if they can't deliver the products. This storm was not just damaging by freezing folks and their homes; it froze the economy as well! Bet my friend AnnaBeth Graf is SO happy to no longer own that FedEx franchise!
Somehow Sylvia managed to get a beef leather wrap PLUS a leather bone BOTH in her mouth at one time--and was growling at Thompson because he stood near her to look out the window. Whooo boy! Guess where the bones will not be allowed tonight--in my bedroom!!!
It was so funny to hear Tim Malay say, "Look at those chickens run!" Don't think he knew that chickens come when called and run when they think it might mean something good to eat. The hens were down at the bottom of the east lot and came a running when they heard me cluck at them. Yes, they got scratch for their efforts. No fresh veggies to give them right now. Maybe in a few days they might get some fresh stuff. They love lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, squash of any kind, and even eat peppers if that is all there is.
Finally picked up the mail today and went through all the junk mail. The Nielsen Ratings envelope contained two one-dollar bills and promised five more if the survey were filled in and mailed--postage already paid. So they can wonder what kind of person does not watch TV or listen to radio. Well, the mini google plays 60s songs for me off of YouTube radio or something like that. But TV--got my Firestick and need nothing more. Well, if the National Geographic were available, MAYBE it would get watched. Just not a lot of anything out there is worth spending money on in my estimation. But books! Love reading.
Leta Talley said that they had to put off to tomorrow putting a trachea thing in for Ronnie because the OR was booked solid today. It only takes about 30 minutes from the get go, but everything has to be cleaned completely in the OR just in case of anything that might be in the air, etc. Anyway, please keep Ronnie in your prayers so he can get off the ventilator and be able to use the trachea thing. This has to be hard on his wife and kids--three weeks already!
Well, we have our work cut out for us: individuals we know who need our prayers, folks with damaged homes, folks who need plumbers, and the medical personnel who need to be able to work under these circumstances. And then there is the economic impact. What happens in one spot in the economy affects the rest as well. May God help us.
Rest well, my friends, and awake with hope in your hearts. You are loved.
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