Dereliction of Duty.

 Dereliction of Duty.

 

Thompson just went to the treat jar and put a paw on it while remarking upon his dissatisfaction with my diligence. He knows it was my intention to stop by the feed store to pick up treat bones after my trip to Henrietta today. Alas, my body needed rest and some refreshment. The meat in the slow cooker will be quite tender along with the corn and mushrooms in the sauce, but by now, my appetite has subsided considerably. Two small potatoes boiled in their jackets actually proved to be too much food, especially with butter and sour cream. Indigestion was the result. Sigh

 

Anne had already used her powers of rejection for whatever had been in her stomach previously, but Lesli was taking care of getting rid of the evidence of that situation. It takes an iron stomach to care for patients with liver disease. It just makes me wonder how long she can exist with this situation. But she still drinks a few swallows now and then. While sitting in my truck preparing to leave, it came to my notice that the young girl who brings the flowers had arrived. A beautiful bouquet of yellow flowers was taken to Anne’s room. The ones from last Monday were still pretty today. Anne loves roses. She said today that she should have put ONE guitar on their headstone and a rose on her side, but such was her thoughts at the time that she merely put two guitars rather than have something discordant on it. Strange how our conversations have revealed things that we both had thought and never told anyone else. Probably just as well.

 

Tomorrow is Tuesday. The trash needs to be taken across the street. How one old woman can accumulate so much stuff is beyond me. Some of the problem undoubtedly could be resolved if items did not come contained in such big boxes. Cardboard seems to be the prevalent wrapping for just about any and everything that can be picked up and carried around. Not sure if that has something to do with the constancy of shoplifting or if there is a better reason for bulky packaging.

 

Just finished talking to Lance and then Jennifer. Although some of the standard sized tools will stay here, all of Hanan’s tools will go to Jennifer and Gary’s house. Even if their boys don’t need them, the old woman really would probably never use those two impacts or many of the other things that go with them. They are not the expensive type of tools that Lewis bought, but would not want to see them just go to waste. If nothing else, Gary can take them to work with him to use at Lone Star Die.

 

My truck had a strange odor when it was parked in the carport this afternoon. Now it makes me feel that it should not be driven until the liquids are checked in the radiator. Not sure what else to check. Being a mechanic’s wife did not really provide me with much in the way of knowledge of things mechanical. Sigh

 

Know it is supposed to get hot again this week. Guess the grass won’t need to be mowed. Do need to get out and whack some of the tall stuff with my weed eater, but we will see if that happens or not. Right this red-hot minute, working a battery-operated weed eater is not high up there on my favorite things to do list.

Have skipped over most of what has been on FB for a few days. Thinking about the damage and murders at the twin towers hurts. Seeing the disrespectful attitude of some Americans about the monarchy just frosts my flakes. AS IF their way of government is any of our concern! Ours certainly seems stinky to me right about now.

 

Let us pray for peace and forgiveness for our personal sins as well as the collective sins of this nation. May God’s grace consume the evil around us!

 

Let rest come to you each day with the joy given to us by our Creator. You are loved.