Yesterday it surprised me to find the zero turn totally bereft of fuel. Today included the discovery that the nipple for the air compressor was not the right one, and wasn't even attached at its collar. Yes, someone else's hands were involved in this situation. But since the likely source of both situations is currently in jail, maybe the situation will improve. At least it doesn't matter that no fuel was in the gas tank over the winter months. The other situation is more than a little frustrating. Thinking that the riding lawnmower needs to be sold. It has a new ignition, new battery, new starter, and something else--can't remember what now. It needs a new tire on the front left side. But otherwise, it is in good shape. Just will not be using it. Don't need the extra things cluttering up the yard either.
Back a month or so ago, the stapler that runs on air was needed in the chicken house. Could not for the life of me find the fixture needed for the stapler. It is still missing. Will get Lance to try to help me find it or get the part to connect the air hose to it. My mechanical abilities have not improved over the years. Just my frustration level.
Talked to Vicki January earlier. Told her to come get some eggs if she wanted them, but she never showed up. And then she did not answer her phone. Hoping everything is ok with her and her husband.
Talked to my granddaughter this afternoon. Told her about cooking liver for breakfast. She did not say a disparaging word other than: "For breakfast?" Then we proceeded to talk about what kind of foods she makes for herself. Seems she likes zucchini spiced and prepared in the toaster oven. See, it takes all kinds!
Have to take the truck in on Friday in hopes that they can figure out what is making the noise and smell. If it has to stay over the weekend, so be it. Then made an appointment to see the doctor over this scar tissue that has taken a turn for coloring. That is in April, too. Hard to believe that Friday begins April for us!
Glad to see the big boat got floated in the Suez Canal. One of the headlines said, "Human error probable cause of disaster." Well, duh. But at least the tides during a full moon and lots of extra pulling and pushing have managed to get the big boat out to the middle of the canal. Even so, millions of dollars have been lost to the delays. Thinking about the refrigerated lamb that was a total loss. Glad my food sources are not so easily distracted by a truck or boat.
The pollen count has me shaking my head. It is mostly tree pollen, but the wind has blown so hard today that it would not surprise me to find part of Midland and its oilfields in my teeth. Folks with allergies just have to enjoy this time of year--well, along with the fall blooms of asters and such. Gripe, gripe, gripe.
Not sure exactly why my get up and go feels as if it got up and went, but as soon as those birds go inside this evening, this ol' gal is heading for bed. Getting up at 6:30 to let them out is not a problem, but staying up until they decide to go up for the night is just a bit more difficult. Sitting here wondering how my grandparents were able to take care of the livestock and still get everything done. They only knew to work until it got done, so maybe that is what it takes--just get the job done.
My mom was a good seamstress. She made all my clothes and the prom gown for my senior year. Then she was so disappointed by my choice of material and pattern for my wedding dress. It was a simple A-line dress. My thinking was not what it should have been as the dress had long sleeves--for a June wedding. Oh well. Only worn once is how it usually works out for such things. And it did. She later used the under slip and the material from my prom gown to make a bassinet cover for Lance. And she made his layette. My contribution to that effort was embroidering initials on his little blankets and gowns. The wedding dress ended up being used to piece a baby blanket together. Think my granddaughter has that one now. She has the quilt that four generations put together, also. It is called a Dutch doll quilt. Each little doll was made and put in Mother's arms so she could rock it while her mom made the rest of the quilt. Mom had me help her to quilt it so that she could say that four generations had made that quilt. Great-Grandmother Kennedy cut out the dolls, Grandmother Kennedy sewed them together and put them into a top, Mom made a back for the quilt and then we quilted it there in the house in Petrolia. Yep, a generations quilt means something.
Mom asked me once if her flower garden quilt had come to my house. Had no idea what she meant at the time, but now it is in the backroom. She crocheted each block with a different color thread to make a flower garden. It is big enough to go on a king sized bed. Not particularly fond of crocheted stuff, but it is Mom's and pretty.
Visited on the phone with Connie this morning. She says that Rebekah is just having all kinds of problems. This is a situation where Connie can't tell her sister anything at all. Frustration. Let's face it, life can certainly be complicated.
Have not heard from Michelle Malay or from Sharon Dickerson. Let us just continue to pray for Joe and for Kimberly. God knows what they--and we--need. Sometimes it seems that help is just a phone call away when a person is dealing with mental illness, but we can't tell other people what to do. Sharon has told me about NAMI for the families who deal with emotional messes, but telling someone about it might be all the "action" we can take.
Not very perky or happy tonight. Forgive me for being a bit blasé. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
Rest well and look for joy in whatever you find to do. You are loved.
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