Braggin' Rights!

 Braggin’ Rights!

 

Johnny Bailey said they got something like six inches of rain up there in Oklahoma where he and his family live. Then Sharon Dickerson was claiming she was happily suited out for the six inches that they got in Garland. Well, let me just tell you this: WE got enough to cause us to have some right sticky humidity!! So there!! Ah, but the hens are happy, and tiny little green things are sprouting up in the backyard that just MIGHT be Bermuda grass coming back from death warmed over. Praise God!

 

Found my rain boots where they were left in the kitchen from the last time it rained. Guess that tells you how well this house has not been cleaned! Oh well.

 

Took my neighbor’s two little fuzzballs to the vet this afternoon to get their nails clipped. She won’t be able to tell they are coming down the hallway now that they can’t go click, click, scritch, click. Roxie is a sweetie, and Ruddy is ok, but thank you very much he did not really want in that carrier. The old woman was very thankful that the vet techs came out to haul their happy hides inside and then brought them back out to be strapped into the seat belts. Could just see myself having to throw on the brakes and collecting furballs out of the windshield, so their carriers were well strapped down. Wish it were that easy to take Sylvia and Thompson to the vet. Thompson would not be a problem at all, but Sylvia gets so scared that she would have to be drug if she were not right beside her brother. Ah well.

 

Cooked up a bunch of chicken thighs to feed my dogs, so when Thompson let me know that he wanted “something,” it was easy to please him. Had to let them cool just a bit, but he waited patiently. Sweet boy! Could hardly ask for a better dog. It was so danged funny, however, when Sterling was here and tried to play his guitar for me. Sylvia hid under the desk, and Thompson growled and started toward Sterling. Quickly informed him that he had to put that noise away before he lost a leg to a very defensive dog. I wanted to laugh so badly, but did not want to hurt his feelings. He just would not have understood how my dogs come first around here.

 

Sitting here at my desk looking out across at the State Hospital. Years ago, if one of the patients escaped, we did not really worry about it too much. They were more likely to hurt themselves or throw themselves in front of someone’s truck than to try to hurt someone else. Now the “inmates” are all the criminally insane. Not sure if the prisons would even want these people since they don’t care who or what they hurt. Not that the entire freaking world is all that much different, but sometimes it feels as if it would be just about as safe to live across from a prison as to live here. Guess that loaded 12-gauge and a couple of handguns are about as good as a high fence—unless it was electrified. It just amazed me to find out that they no longer take mental patients here. Wonder if there is anyplace that does? Think there is a big building in D.C. that holds a bunch of them.

 

Nothing much to say this evening. Justin Jones is still in the hospital with that broken leg and in lots of pain. Football skirmishes my hind foot! Sounds like a bunch of youngun’s bangin’ their heads together. But at least it was not his head! Let us pray for the kids going back to school and getting involved in all the rough stuff that is expected of them. Wish it could be a bit more useful skills than seeing if they can run over each other!

 

Pray for the children out there in the weather with buses floating across intersections! God bless them and their teachers, and all the associated helpers.

 

Pray for peace. It gets harder and harder to see how it will ever come to be unless God steps in and shakes us up enough to make peace the only avenue of life.

 

May the weather please you, the fleas not bug you, and your habits be encouraging to all. You are loved.