Finding Stuff.

 Finding Stuff.

 

Ever looked for something in the house knowing completely that it HAS to be in the house. Like, you would remember if you had taken it outside or whatever. That happens to me all the time. Once it was the vacuum cleaner. Ridiculous! HOW can you lose a vacuum cleaner? Now losing the coffee pot that time when pregnancy had my head in some area of my body that did not connect to common sense—well, that was truly a surprise. Finding the coffee pot in the upright deep freeze was even more of a surprise! But then some guy told about his wife putting the milk in the cabinet and the cereal in the fridge. Yes, she was pregnant, too. Daddy used to say, “Have a place for everything and keep everything in its place.” He learned that from Granddaddy Pollard because Granddad could lose tools faster than rabbits can multiply. And Granddad was always certain that either Dad or Sterling had been the one to misplace his tools—usually the fencing pliers. Anyway, the dogs and chickens do not move things—other than dirt—around here, so when something is misplaced, no one takes the blame. Sigh The bad part about misplacing something that is always kept in a certain place and yet turns up missing, is that the place it was usually left never gives even the slightest hint as to where the thing was left lately. All this is to say that after finally finding the stepstool to use to dust the top of the bookcase, the notion to dust just left with disgust. So now the stepstool is leaning up against the living room wall next to the dusty bookcase. It is waiting, patiently one supposes.

 

The picture of the hens eating expensive cabbage may or may not have posted in Common Sense, but let me just tell you that my little weed whacker did a fair job of cutting some bright green Johnson grass from around the fireplug where the water had been leaking. All that grass was loaded in the pathetic little two-wheeled cart to bring back to my hens. They did not eat it as if it were sweet cabbage, but at least they moved it around all over that part of the yard. Left to go get layer pellets and returned to find the cart was empty and the hens were hiding under the deck where it is cooler. Dipped out about 20 pounds of feed from each sack before lifting the sack to dump into a feed bin. The girls are not getting scratch except just enough to tease them. The corn and milo just make their bodies hotter, so they need more protein and less fatty stuff. Wish that could be true of the old woman as well. But—ice cream. And the opposable thumbs. Knowing what is good for the body is not always what one chooses. Sigh

 

Just knowing that depression is a common thing is not all that helpful, but the other day Patty told me that sitting outside watching her dogs used to help her mood. But the dying trees, the dead grass, and the hot winds just are not conducive to a happier mood. Lance mentioned to me that we had had some rain. No, not exactly. A few sprinkles that don’t even touch each other is not a rain. A rain means that the ground is soaking up every drop possible and then the collection runs down the street or hill in rivulets. All the thunder and lightning in the world will not make up for the lack of actual rain. Silly thing to cause depression. No, depression is already there, and we just look for things that would normally make us happy. And sometimes those things are simply not there.  Pray for rain!