While looking at some places in Seymour, TX, my brother was somewhat disappointed. Reminded him that they were hit by the same tornado that got WF back in '79, and he made the comment that a tornado now could probably do $100 thousand in improvements. sigh Anyway, kinda disappointed that he could not consider some place that close by. Oh well.
Went out to gather the eggs and discovered that one nest was full of nasty eggs that had to be washed. It only takes one broken egg to mess up an entire nest. So nearly a dozen eggs had to be washed. Called Donny Anderson and asked him if he wanted them for his cousin and explained that they had been washed and therefore had to be refrigerated. Unwashed, in cool weather, the eggs can sit on the table for up to two weeks. They never last that long, of course, but just so you know--they can.
My doctor's nurse sent a text message to let me know that the pharmacy wanted to fill three prescriptions. The price Walgreen's charges is much more than the insurance company's price. Anyway, Jennifer, the nurse, cancelled the local pharmacy and had the prescriptions sent to the insurance pharmacy. Really appreciated that. Her little boy has asthma and quickly became very sick recently, so they gave him some kind of infusion to pull him out of danger. High risk kids can really scare a person in a red-hot minute. So glad Dr. Blackwell knows what to order for kids like that.
Got a message from Connie today saying that Rebekah would be getting out of the hospital today. That does not change the weather up there, but at least the two sisters can be together. Hope that they can decide what to do fairly quickly and get things done and get home to Texas. Driving back might be a little harder on them than flying, but at least they can take their time about it.
Cooked black-eyed peas and baked up some cornbread for breakfast. The hens got the rest of the cornbread this afternoon, but had to make the dogs stay inside so that Thompson would not chase the hens away from each tiny crumb. As far as HE is concerned, all scraps belong to him! Sylvia doesn't chase the hens; she just eats everything in sight!
Reading the third book in a series about Murphy's Luck. Still laughing. Glad someone actually writes silly stuff like this. He finds poly-syllabic words hilarious for some reason. They make him laugh outrageously. That in itself in incredibly amusing, but this author comes up with some of the strangest words to put together in metaphorically synchronistic arrangements. And his little girl has a boyfriend who is missing his two front teeth--just like Phaedra, his daughter. The little boy finds humor in body noises--specifically chicken farts from under his arms! Yep, it is a strangely eclectic book, but it takes all kinds to read the stuff on the market today. And it beats politics all to a muddy pulp.
Watched the first in a series called The Spanish Princess. Just one so far. It is very thought provoking. Makes it obvious that marriages back in those days were all about politics and dynasties. Not much different when it was the rich and famous in the days of the Rockefellers and Astors and they were marrying off their children. It reminded me in a way of how the Clintons married off their daughter to the son of a man who was actually a criminal. Keep things in the family, so to speak. Oh well.
After cleaning out the water bowls for the hens today, discovered that the door to the main coop [the metal building] would not close properly. The hens had dug up the entire area around the door and scratched the dirt up into a hill between the door and the opening. It's too bad that hens can't be trained to dig where a nice hole is needed. But, like pigs, they do it their way!
Donny Anderson said he would come hang a gate for me tomorrow since the weather was going to be nicer even than it was today. The two bolt things are sitting on my counter right now, so maybe it won't be a search and rescue affair tomorrow. Went out to the shop to look for the things that go on my staple gun to fit it to the air hose. The fittings were simply not there. Some things just make me want to cry--or scream. Neither would be of any help. But no one else is going into my workshop unless it is Donny or Lance. It really is disgusting when things disappear.
Don't know much worth mentioning tonight. Should not be tired since putting my body BACK to bed this morning after letting the hens out. Just felt tired. God gives us common sense, but sometimes we have to remind ourselves that the body talks to us just as much as the brain. When it feels like it needs to lie down, do it. Rest never hurt anyone.
May you all find joy in each day and awake with purpose driven thoughts. You are loved.
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