Khaki Weed vs. Teenagers.

 Khaki Weed vs. Teenagers.

 

The boys took a sharp shooter and a tool that Jennifer bought to dig weeds up by the root and attacked the khaki weeds today. Still saw a few after they finished today, but tomorrow is another yard day. Promise you! They will have plenty to do! Weed eating is not easy, but going to ask them to remove the two rose bushes that died in the east lot along with the freaking little trees that grew up in the fence row during the summer. Unbelievable how those things—well, khaki weed, too—can grow when everything around has been cooked and died big as Dallas! After the yard is semi-cleaned up, want to start the boys on the workshop. They can have a yard sale and get rid of all the tools that I will never use: hedge trimmer, chain saw, a weed eater, roto tiller, and that sort of thing. Have to remember to ask Lance if he wants any of that junk that Hanan used to use like a metal grinder and anvil [he did not]. Well, the boys’ dad might want those, come to think of it.

 

Since sleep did not happen until sometime after 3 a.m., the old woman took a nice nap this afternoon. Now may have the same problem tonight, but doggone if keeping the eyes open was even possible this afternoon! Since my doctor thinks exercise is going to help restore some muscle tone, the old woman will be working outside early in the mornings until things suit me in the coops and the workshop. It might just get my attitude improved, too. Wishing for flowers is one thing; planting seeds and watching for growth is a different critter altogether.

 

Was looking for something in my desk drawer and found some things written down about our dad. His high school motto in 1944 was this: I Can’t Is UnAmerican! He was in the Tank Destroyer Replacement Training Center from Feb. 12 of ’45 to June 9, 1945 before he was honorably discharged. Not sure when he got to come home, but know it was after Sterling was born on June 27 of that year. Guess many of the recruits were sent home after the war was actually over whether or not their two-year stint was up.

 

Have a few things to do inside the house tomorrow. These floors! Just have to vacuum and mop just to be able to live here. Dust mopped up enough hair for an entirely new dog the other day. How they shed so much is beyond me. But then, when brushing Patty’s little dog this morning, she was like a cotton gin explosion! Hair all over the place. But that is Roxy. Ruddy told me thanks, but no thanks. Not interested in being brushed. Patty laughed and said that was that much hair she would not have to clean up inside her house.

 

Guess the old woman needs to get something done to find out what the tracking number was for a quilt that was sent to Anne. The post office says it did not have it. Hmm.

 

Let us remember those who are still being attacked in their own countries. Israel, Ukraine, and even Canada now! Crazy! And the pictures showed some guys that looked a lot like the illegal aliens that came up from South America. Probably more drug dealers or something of that nature. Lord, please protect us!

 

Remember to look for joy in each day that God has given us. You are loved.