Early to Rise Makes . . . A Day Long.

 Early to Rise Makes . . . A Day Long.

 

Had trouble getting to sleep last night. Sterling had given me a hard time yesterday about being “wound up like an eight-day clock.” {Wonder how many people even know what that is!} Anyway, sleep would not come and even a tiny pill to make my head stop obsessing did not seem to help. Tried getting up and messing around with some games of solitaire, but nope. Finally, just lay back down and thought about things that make me happy. Guess that worked. Planted flowers in the green house and watched them grow—in my mind, at least.

 

Got up, opened the coops to find the hens at the doors ready to be fed and talked to, then fed these two doggos. They had the last three turkey sausages and some pork loin chopped up to put in their bowls. It feels like a really good day out there and is neither cold nor hot. Perfect weather for walking or messing around in the yard. Maybe by next year the hoe and I will be better friends. Dr. Blackwell was astounded that my back will bend as well as it does. But limber has always been an easy one for me until that one place started pinching the nerve. Will never regret that surgery!

 

Just finished paying the taxes on these three little sections of land. Online payments still cost nearly $5 for the “convenience” fee of being able to pay without walking into the courthouse annex. Doesn’t matter if a person pays by check or by credit card, so it was just easier to give them the credit card number. Let’s hope no one gets into their database. That happened one year at Target! Not sure how folks do such dirty deeds, but it seems to happen regularly.

 

Connie inspired me yesterday by saying that she has been living in her apartment now for two years and needs to get rid of the things that are still packed in boxes. If she has not needed or used them in the past two years, she probably doesn’t need them in her place. She offered me the little coffee maker which seemed like a good idea. My Mr. Coffee still makes good coffee, but the heater plate is all rusted up. Sigh. Her pot is larger, but half a pot is not that difficult to wrangle. She said she has a blender and some other appliances that she won’t ever use. Thought about my grandsons and their situations when they move out, but have no idea what they will need. Anyway, she plans to give this stuff to the Faith Resale shop.

 

Texted Jennifer this morning and she said she had just taken her last migraine pill. She is hoping that her oldest will go pick up her Rx for her today. Her plane does not get into DFW until 10ish tonight. She is going to be one tired puppy. At least she took good care of Aunt Caroline and Mosich the dog. Just like at her own home, she cooked, cleaned, did laundry, and everything else that needed to be done. Love my girl.

 

We need rain so very badly. Everything is dry, dry, dry. The forecast for this winter is for dryer than normal, too. And colder. Deep sigh. Have thought about buying a couple of bales of hay and covering the floor in the hen coops. Part of the heat goes out when the floor is bare, so maybe later this fall that would do to keep the hens warmer. Do not plan to try to heat the coops this fall with any electricity. Feel like that is just asking for trouble. Maybe we won’t have another one of those horrible storms that froze everything and banked snow up so high the doors to the hen house had to be dug out.

 

Patty let me know that she was going with her friend Debbie to go vote Monday. So that is one little task that does not need to be considered. The old woman can go vote against Beto all by herself. Love the fact that the mall is the nearest voting place for me. It has plenty of easy parking, and it does not seem to have many weirdos walking around. If it did, one call to the police would take care of that. We have some really nice police officers.

 

Sharon Dickerson and her husband are on their way to a conference for those who are relatives of fallen police officers. It would be pretty hard to be there for that reason, but Sharon feels like the counseling helps so very much. Talking about the loss of someone (especially a son or daughter) is hard all by itself, but to understand that each one around you has had a similar experience might be good for at least some survivors. Right now, it just seems so disgustingly horrible that some people are setting up ambushes for first responders. That is the kind of sick mind that needs to be eradicated. Sorry. Some of us definitely believe in the death penalty for such actions.

 

Have almost got Sylvia trained to go back into her crate at night—if the old woman can get inside the bedroom door before the dogs. Kinda crowd her over toward her crate and then make her turn into the opening. She carries on for a bit, but then settles down. Just don’t want her on my bed when it is time to put the electric blanket on there. Right now, have a cuddly blanket under the spread and don’t want it full of dog hair. The trials of a dog person. At least they still love me despite having to sleep on their own beds.

 

Was in Market Street the other day and had planned to buy some canned fruit to go with cottage cheese. The last time the price was something like a dollar and a half. This time a small can of peaches was TWO dollars and twenty-nine cents. No, they stayed on the shelf and not in my cart. Dadgum! Guess the raspberry jam will have to do instead of canned fruit. Pretty much the same thing except for the amount of sugar!

 

Just went down to Patty’s to let the littles exercise their sniffers and chase after butterflies or whatever. Noticed that anti-freeze was dripping out of her car and suggested she call the guy who brought it home to come see about it. Dangerous for critters! Poison for mammals—two little doggos would die a slow, agonizing death if they got into it. Anyway, we visited for a bit and watched the dogs run all over heck and half of Georgia. That Roxie is one fast little dog!

 

Ordered a couple of small throw rugs to keep some of the dirt and grass out of the house—maybe that will help. No guarantees for dirt bags and dogs. Also, ordered some canned fruit. Decided that Amazon could get it here cheaper than it could be hauled in the back seat of my truck. As much as the old woman appreciates Market Street, the prices matter more to me here lately.

 

This has been a strange day. Visited with a friend online. Wish we lived closer, but probably would not go out much anyway. And she is happy where she is now. We have a lot in common in some ways. Once upon a time we were both these cute little skinny young things that could handle just about anything that came along. And none of our grands or great-grands will ever really know what we were like back in those days. Guess the same could be said about our grandmothers and great-grandmothers. At one time all of us were cute young things wheeling and dealing with life as it came at us. And now we sit back and try to sort through the shtuff we need to get rid of so our children won’t have it to do. Life goes on.

 

Let us thank God for each day and for those whom He gave us to love. Maybe soon we can also thank Him for the rain that we so desperately need.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.