Clouds on the Horizon.

 Clouds on the Horizon.

 

Oh! We can wish! At least it is not so hot today, and the clouds in the east look promising. Not sure for whom the promises might be offered, but at least the breeze feels good.

 

Some friends stopped by this afternoon and looked out at the lake and the surrounding dirt track around the puddle. Yes, it would be wonderful if it were to be dredged, but just that tiny little Sikes Lake had two possible dollar amounts to return it to lake quality: the north end was something like 1.8 million dollars and the south end was estimated at 4.3 million to dredge just that end. We would have to guess that Wichita County or city government would not want to put a million into our lake out here just for recreational purposes. But Sikes Lake may develop into a salt marsh which means that it could not be used as a lake AT ALL. Talk to the EPA. My friends said that their boys went fishing out here on Lake Wichita and caught something every time they dropped a line because the fish have zero to eat and very little water for swimming. So, the pelicans and the sandhill cranes are having a feast out here. They are probably stuffed!

 

One small egg today. This is just not a good time to be a hen who is supposed to lay eggs. And what is more, it is not a good time to have to roost in the heat! Some of us have an AC in every room. Not the hens. They get water under the deck to cool off the ground, but that is it. Sometimes they get ice in their water bowls, too, but that does not last long. Let’s face it: anything over 85 degrees is pretty warm and anything under 30 degrees is just about too cool. We can always put on a few more layers to keep warm, but getting uncovered enough to stay out of the broiling range is a little bit more difficult. Gripe, groan, carry on. Sterling says that Jacqui keeps their house at 70 degrees all the time. He goes outside or shuts the door to his room. That is too cold for him. He reminds me of Roger Thonton when he says it is too cold! Little ol’ ladies have to have it cooler than a freezer in the summer and then warm enough to go barefoot in the winter. Oh well.

 

Have spent most of this day reading. Just about makes me feel that the world we once knew has become crazy. Hillary can make up her own rules of how to treat White House documents or emails. The Bidens have given plenty of proof of both the father and son’s dishonest involvement with other countries, but just let Trump grin and someone is on him like ugly on an ape! His manners may not exactly make me feel that we have accomplished much in the way of stability, but he was better than having someone who suffers from dementia and who is a crook on top of that! Argh! So sick of the entire system’s dishonesty and lack of responsibility. Diapers and Congress: You can smell ‘em quite a way off.

 

A conversation last year with my oldest son made me decide to give up trying to explain why something is rotten in Denmark. When a supreme court justice leaves town and goes to Nevada and is killed, no autopsy, no medical examiner, no secret service accompaniment, and then a quick cremation: Yes, something stinks to high heaven. His wife would know that if they could bump him off that easily, the rest of the family would be fair game. And there is not a news source out there with anyone who wants to publish anything about it. Just accept it. Brutus did his part.

 

My sisterly friend Cindy is getting ready to design some jeans for her daughter who is a farrier. Those things tear out so quickly when a big ol’ horse has its foot on the material. She said that she has mended until there was hardly anything left to mend. My dad was a welder and had an apron made of leather for a long time, but something happened to it. Kinda think it walked off. Anyway, it is expensive to use leather aprons as a farrier, but can’t imagine that anything else would be tough as leather for that kind of work.

 

Really don’t know doodly squat. Have to look online for pictures of green when everything around us is brown and crispy critter dry. Keith Mattson has been posting pictures here on Common Sense to show us that green still exists. Sigh

 

Not sure if the folks in Death Valley are ready to start any water parks just yet, but maybe someone in Las Vegas will do that now. Kentucky would be happy to give them the dirty water to fill up Lake Mead, but someone else would have to haul it. Still think a pipeline from the Mississippi would work. Oh well.

 

Let us pray for rain where it is needed and for peace for our entire world. Let us show God’s love as we are best able. Rest when you need to. Stop and listen to the sounds of nature and feel refreshed by the promises. You are loved.