Wind and Weather.

 Wind and Weather.

 

Remember that song for Rawhide?

Keep Rollin', Rollin', Rollin',
Though the streams are swollen,
Keep them dawwgies rollin', Rawhide!
Through rain and wind and weather,
Hell bent for leather . . .

Well, the wind hit, anyway. No “dawwgies” out in the back yard, but the hens are definitely flyin’ in this wind. And both dogs are as nervous as a wild-eyed steer bein’ drivin’ in bad weather!

 

Nothing serious about Texas weather more than the fact that we never know what to expect. Guess that is what keeps things interesting.

 

Connie called me this afternoon and wanted to “vent” about her visit to Olive Garden. She went for lunch and asked for a booth rather than a table. And she sat there and waited for 25 minutes without service. She finally asked to speak to the manager and really did not get any satisfaction from that attempt. Any of you who really know the old woman can understand that my head is shaking forcibly at the moment. No way in a sidewinder heck would this old girl sit still for not being served. And you can bet everyone in that part of the restaurant would know about it. But, we are not all cut from the same bolt of material. Some of us are pretty much burlap and canvas that gets the job done.

 

Have a nine o’clock appointment to see Dr. Blackwell in the a.m. Here’s hoping that she does not believe that one of her difficult patients is on the verge of getting meaner than a snake. Just not willing to feel the way things are feeling right now without trying to do something about it. When a person considers the damage done to Diann Dennis by her fall, or considers the pain that poor Justin Jones has been in from surgery on his broken leg, my gripes are mostly minor—more or less. But then, looking at things from a different perspective, why hurt or feel like crud if something can be changed? It was so wonderful not to be in constant pain after more or less recovering from that surgery, but having other problems that cause fatigue and general malaise just make a person feel danged gripey! Anyway, these things may be minor, but if they can be changed with some simple solution, why not!

 

Have not accomplished a single thing of note today. The snake has still not turned up, but a certain smell makes me wonder if it was wounded and may be holed up somewhere in my bedroom. Hate to have to take that dresser apart, but if that is what it takes, that may be the next step. Dadgumit! Nothing in the sticky traps, however.

 

Got two whole eggs today so far. Did not check the little chicken house or the green house yet. The wind was a bit fierce and yours truly had no desire to get blown off the deck or latched up inside the coop by that swinging door. The front may settle down to a mild roar here in a bit, so will check those places then.

 

My girl is a sweetheart who is sending flowers to someone we dearly love every Monday, and she finally said that her mom could help with that little effort of encouragement. Flowers are for the living, dear hearts. Hugs and happy words make life a little lighter, too. Have so many dear friends who understand that.

 

The thunder has Thompson stirred up. Guess maybe a couple of thunder shirts need to be applied here in a few minutes. Sigh The front coming in out of the east is a dark blue, but that doesn’t mean a whole bunch. Sometimes rain comes out of the strangest looking clouds. But wind? Nope. We don’t even have to have a cloud!

 

My ninety-year-old cousin Betty called me yesterday to ask me if she could have her niece call me when she arrives in Garland to visit. The answer was, of course, yes. Betty says that she has forgotten so much of that time. She and Keith were exactly six and a half years apart. The niece was Keith’s second child. His son died some years ago after having married (the wife died) and having a son that was left to be raised by the niece. Such things become more common in big families, but our families were always small—well, except for the Dickersons. Grandma Dickerson had thirteen children with her husband. Even allowing for twins, that is a bunch of children. Lewis and his sister Anne had LOTS of aunts and uncles on both sides of the family. Lewis’ mom came from a big family, too. And two of her sisters married two of the Dickerson men, so the children were double cousins. A joke in the family was that no one should marry before checking out the family line to be sure cousins were not marrying cousins! Anymore, so many women are having children from sperm donors who are spreading around the same DNA. Shaking my head. The world is a weird place and getting more so every day.

 

Really about as dumb as a rock this evening. Did not sleep last night and have slouched around most of the day. Sylvia was upset last night and kept bugging me. She wanted her head on me somewhere. Finally had to just give up and go to the living room to read. She lay down on my feet, so at least one of us was comfortable.

 

As much as we need to give thanks for all the blessings, sometimes we are overwhelmed with what is inside our heads and hearts. Yes, He can and will remove the concerns or help us to endure sorrows, but that does not mean that they are not there in the first place. Let us help Him by acknowledging His love for us and for those we love.

 

Rest well and find joy in each day. You are loved.