Cooking Day.

 Cooking Day.

 

No, not talking about the temperature outside. Had to cook some meat for my dogs and then cut it up in small pieces and bag it in Ziplocks. The labeled bags say, “Dog,” 8-6-22. Anyone cleaning out the deep freeze and not knowing the old woman might get the wrong idea. But such is life. Pretty sure it would be my kids cleaning out the freezer. But the shoulder bone may be a true “bone of contention” unless it will come apart into two separate pieces. Two dogs, ya understand.

 

Dust mopped the big bathroom, moved the mirror (heavy!), washed the floor on that side of the room, and then put things back. Always fun. Ahem. But at least fewer bugs were in there. Spraying inside and out has diminished the numbers and the size, it seems. Despise these freaking love bugs!!

 

The postman brought a box that included a big bag of pink sea salt. Rearranging the pantry this morning and two smaller bags of salt showed up. Duh. It seems the older this person gets, the more she is like Grandma Dickerson. Every time we intended to go to the store, Grandma would ask us to get her a couple of cans of green beans. When Beulah Maude moved her out of here and took her to Decatur to live in a little house out back in her yard, we cleaned out Grandma’s cabinets. If there was ONE can of green beans, there must have been at least ten! She was NOT going to run out of green beans. Grandma was sweet with Lance, but she was as stubborn as any mule ever! She had two or three oleander bushes that she grew in five-gallon buckets. Every year toward winter, she had Lewis take them and set them on the steps of the cellar. And every spring he had to bring them up and scrape out the spiders and assorted creepy things that had taken up residence in those buckets! She did not want the buckets on the cellar floor because it always flooded down there, but she was sure they were safe on the steps. Nevermind that the water rushed through the door like a sieve. Oh well.

 

Thompson doesn’t act like he really feels good. He got inside the black rubber water trough and just stood there a minute before sitting down. Sloppy wet came back inside and tracked all over the floor. Sigh. Life with critters.

 

This morning the hens had a squawking fit. Ran outside to see what was wrong and saw a chicken hawk. He was big enough to get a smaller bird—doves left quickly—but just small enough that the hens felt threatened and cussed him. Athena took off for the deck and hid until he was gone. She is the smallest of the hens—about half the size of Dolly Parton, my big black-laced Wyandotte. If you could see Dolly, you would understand her name. Beautiful bird.

 

Ok, the floors are mopped in the kitchen and hall. Still need to do the living room. But all the pork shoulder is cooked, cut up, and bagged. That should last a little while when combined with peas and carrots and a little sweet potato. These two critters should be healthy if what they eat has anything to do with it. At least Thompson’s coat is so smooth and glossy. Like me, Sylvia has gained weight. Sigh.

 

Stepped out on the deck to flop a rug given to me by Susan and Roger Thonton. Noticed a man cutting low branches down on the lot by the road. It is looking pretty nice. Wonder if he bought the place. A sign had been up for some time now, but who knows. The guy who bought Jerry’s place now has started with the mobile homes, so that may what will be next down there. Figures. Can we say a pessimist is riding on my shoulders today?

 

Cantaloupe for lunch. Still have my headband on even though the sweat has stopped dripping in my eyes. Won’t take a shower right now, though. Might actually get busy and mop the living room floor. Or not. Sitting still for a few minutes is habit forming, ya know. But it really feels pretty good to have everything washed up and put away in the kitchen. Still have two loads of laundry to do, but that can wait until tonight because they asked us to conserve electricity during the hottest part of the day.

 

Sitting here wondering how Israel ever planted things in that desert. Drip irrigation has got to be very labor intensive to keep things growing without rain. Walked across part of the east side lot this morning and it felt as if a hard bristled brush was under my shoes. Can’t imagine the dogs like walking on that mess. But they have a trail around the perimeter. Of course, when Thompson believes that something needs to be chased and barked at, he just takes off across the entire stretch while barely touching the ground. Little clouds of dust float up behind his back feet!

 

Have some reading to do. Thinking about Enoch and the fact that he never saw death. Maybe he will return as one of the two witnesses? Can’t imagine that God would allow someone to be resurrected and then have to die again. Hmm. Thinking about what the witnesses are supposed to do when they come. And then there is the account of those who will be taken up when Christ returns. So much prophecy in so much of the Bible leaves me wanting to piece together time lines. Yet time lines tempt some of us to want to say that it IS time. Feels that way more and more, but the same probably was true for those in other eras.

 

Oh! Have you seen any of the UFO stuff online lately? Don’t remember who it was years ago who said that if other beings were out there, that meant the Bible was not true. Sitting here shaking my head. No matter how He did it, or when He did it, or even what other creations He may have put out there, He gave us His Word. In the beginning was the Word. You know the rest.

 

Rest and enjoy each day and what you find in it. Pray for peace and attempt to show love in whatever you do or say. You are loved.