Getting Around "Tuit"

Don't remember now who it was who handed me a little round wooden thing that said, "Tuit." The explanation: around to it. Well, it gets closer every day. Got some wine glasses wrapped in bubble stuff and put in a box that will eventually have the rest of the crystal in it. Not putting anything back that someone could use or want. Well, a few things, but still. On Wichita Whispers some lady wanted the bathtub handle for her mom. Another lady might want the vacuum bags that some old person bought that were the wrong size. We just nod our heads and understand that old woman was not at her best the day she ordered those bags. sigh  

Jenn said that Grayson would be here tomorrow afternoon. So have tried to do all the small stuff that could be done from the floor. Went to Sutherlands and got a nice young man to help me find the bedding tape--it was not over there with the tubs of gunk that one smears on the tape with the putty knives--all those things were in the same aisle, but not the bedding tape! Good grief.

It hurts to walk right now and makes me want to do something like cry--which always gives me a headache, so that won't do. Going to hope that Dr. Jensen can relieve the pinched nerve in my back or tell me what to do to live with it. Dava told me about a place called the Carol Clinic--not sure that is spelled anywhere near right. One of her clients had the same crud going on in his back--spinal stenosis--and he had tried everything. They fixed it. The neuropathy makes me not feel as if my balance is right since the feeling in my right foot is off, but now that mess is going to the left side as well. Such fun is getting older!!

Talked to my friend AnnaBeth Graf this afternoon. She is 80 years old now and a great-grandma! We talked about how she raised her three boys and how they went to mow their grandmother's grass for her every week despite the fact that they did not get paid when they could have been working for money. Things were just different back then, maybe, or it could have been the fact that Beth thought that it would be regarded as a reason for the extended family to criticize her if her boys had not taken good care of grandmother Graf. Until she said that, it had not even occurred to me to offer to pay my grandson for helping me. Beth said her mom FED the boys a meal, and that was their pay. Know my grandsons think that Pioneer is the best, so we will see.

Just had to fill up the treat jar again. Noticed that Thompson is guarding his "bone" made of rawhide. It obviously has been buried at one point cause right now it is a nasty shade of dirty. Dogs make life so much more interesting, among other things. Have an entire bag of dog coats that they grew out of--fatter and meaner or something. They won't let me put their feet through the holes any longer. Even Thompson growls if his feet are picked up now. Not sure why they have decided feet holes are not good, but dear hearts, bites are definitely not good. So will keep the ones that act like blankets that loop around their middle and neck and see if someone else can use the others. Will have to ask Jenn if Luna will wear one of the leg kind since she has very little hair just like Thompson. Sylvia just brought me HER rawhide bone. It is MUCH cleaner and has very little beef basting left on it. At least it is not scattering dirt wherever she goes.

Went out to the workshop to find the other paint roller with a long handle on it. Finally found it and set it up against the workshop door. Then went in and found the straight dirt scraper to clean some dirt off from in front of the hen house door. Had to avoid cutting a hen's head off or even toes while pushing that dirt out of the way. It was actually pretty funny, but then put the scraper away and tried to remember where the roller thing was set. It took a few minutes, and it would have been easy if only the old woman had given up looking, but brought it inside so now can look for it in the house next time. Lord help us and our hen house ways!

Beth said that she lost a bunch of her pretty stuff in her yard. She lives on the Gulf in Mississippi, but it still got down way below what plants can tolerate. She was telling me that the berries on my Nandinas were not good for the birds--toxic. Hello! They were doing well to get anything until some oats and stuff were thrown on the front porch for them. She was also telling about how her grandson thought they were doing great with their fireplace until the pipes all burst and his living room was flooded. So someone in his extended family is a plumber and immediately came over to take care of the situation. They are the ones with the new baby. Blessings come from all kinds of places and from all kinds of folks.

Told Beth it came to my mind that she was probably thankful not to be in the FedEx business any longer with this horrible storm. She reminded me that she had almost lost a truck to a stupid wild hog on the highway, so it is always something. 

Have been debating with myself about whether or not to put a sign on the back deck door that says, "Clean Your Feet." Not sure these three boys do much feet cleaning with the fact that their barn is right next to the back door of their house. Don't want to insult them, but still, would like to come home to a relatively clean floor. But it is supposed to start raining Friday and not stop until after Sunday. sigh Yes, we probably need the rain. Oh well.

Downloaded some more books on the Kindle this morning. Now to get busy and read all those good things that make me laugh. Flowers, dogs, hens, and good books. My life is nearly complete except for not getting to see the kids very much. Maybe that will eventually change.

Have to talk to my doctor and see where they are offering the Johnson and Johnson vaccination. For sure the old woman qualifies for a couple of reasons. But don't want to take TWO shots when one will get 'er done. Besides, RNA and all that garbage just makes me wonder. Talked to a guy who said he felt the same way. And he is only a bit younger. Some things just sounds weird, and messing with cell structure is one of  those things.

Well, Dr. Seuss would not want to write for folks nowadays. His books were the best of the best when my children were growing up. The Berenstain Bears and Dr. Seuss were so much fun. And now we can hardly handle the terrible temptation to let our children grow up to think for themselves! Pretty soon we will have a "re-constructed" Bible for the new folks on the block. It won't even have suggestions, much less sin and laws. Ah, Satan is probably grinning from ear to ear.

Just want you all to know that your prayers have helped Connie and Rebekah, Sharon Dickerson and her niece Kimberly, and Ronnie Talley and his family. Thank you and please continue to hold them up to our Father. Meanwhile, remember the little widow ladies in your midst, Sue, Sharron, BillyeRuth, and others too numerous to mention. Thinking about Kate Ellen's grandmother and others who lost their mates and never were able to even go to the hospital to be with them. These are hard times in so many ways. Let us be a fountain of love to refresh those who need it so desperately. 

May you rest well this night and awake with purpose. You are loved.