Eggs Again!

 Eggs Again!!

 

Well, yay for the Black-laced Wyandottes and ONE Maran. Got three eggs today! Heard one of the Wyandottes bragging about it this morning and went out to find her egg in the nest. Gave her some extra scratch. She said, “Pucka, pucka.” Then just now (2:25 p.m.) went out to see what was going on and found two more eggs in their favorite nest. One beige (Wyandotte) and one dark brown (Maran). It just made me happy to see more eggs in the nest. Maybe by the time Lance gets here, we might be able to fill up a carton. They were all eating out of my hand yesterday out on the deck. They love that seeded bread, and two pieces will go a long way to make them happy a tiny bit at a time.

 

Did not want to take anything last night, so sleeping was problematic. Got a text message at 9:30 (!) about a postal key. Left a message for my mailman in the box and then spoke to him. He did not have the key (already knew that), but he did go back to the community mailbox and get the packages for the neighbors. Told the neighbor to either call or go by Bridge Creek and take care of it. Sitting here just thinking how getting older makes me less patient. Or maybe that patient thing has always been around and it just shows up more often when it seems like someone is not doing what they can for themselves. [Notice the mixture of pronouns in that sentence….sigh] Think my grasp of English grammar has gone by the wayside somewhere.

 

A strange rumble from the direction of the hospital sounds a lot like a bulldozer and a dump truck combined. Not much telling what they are doing over there. It just keeps making me look to see what is coming up the road when it stands to reason nothing will be out there. When Jerry lived across the street, he had big trucks (cement) and a great big dozer type thing at his house. His step-father took the dozer thing to Clay County, but the cement trucks came to pour cement all over his yard. Nary a blade of grass around there. Anyway, they pretty much messed up the blacktop on the road, and of course, he never offered to repair it.

 

Ordered some neat stuff for Thanksgiving presents for the adult children. Still need to pick out something for DIL, but found the perfect thing for the son. All my grands are so very different from each other. It’s not like they are the age for balloons, either. Hmm. Giggling to myself while thinking of some of the things that my Grandmother Pollard used to do. She made a “grab bag” of stuff that was for the entire family. It was SO much fun to go through that bag and find things we liked. No wrapping paper necessary—just a big garbage bag tied at the top. Have one grand that seems to like to plant and grow things. Can’t imagine how that gene got spliced into the family. Granddad Pollard was the gardener in the family. Just thought of something for that grand! Have the seeds for it and one already growing! Gave one of Lance’s kids a book one time that made us all giggle—“The Fart Book.” Guess that might not work again.

 

Finished mixing up the roasted chicken, rice, and veggies for the dogs. Thompson is not particularly interested in eating, but if he sees Sylvia eating, he thinks he should as well. Putting kibble on the bottom of the bowl ensures that they are not just getting rice and meat. Both like carrots well enough, but they can be funny about green things. Oh well.

 

Have been hoping for some rain, but may not get any until frost. Need to clean out the flower bed out front and try to put down some mulch. That means a trip to Lowe’s to get the mulch first. Maybe Lance would help me do that. Mentioned the stake that needed to be driven into the ground with a sledge and he agreed that was not something the old woman should be doing. Still have to find a ring to put around the stake that won’t come off the top. Maybe tomorrow a trip to TSC will find the hardware needed.

 

Read on FB that one of my online acquaintances has a new grandbaby and both mom and babe are doing fine. And the news came that her house was being cleaned up after all the flood mess hit them. What would we do without good neighbors and folks who are willing to serve? Never want to find out! In the Ukraine, some folks are fussing at each other just to be able to have enough supplies of food and water to sustain their family’s lives. It has to be hard not to be able to share and give to others with love. That is a scary thought. We have always been so blessed to be able to help others when they needed it. Can’t imagine what it would be like for everyone to feel like grubbing just for their own survival. Rock soup. That is the thing that makes life work. Each one putting in just what they have to make it work for everyone.

 

Let’s pray for rain for those who need it so desperately, clear weather for the men and women who are working to get electricity to the places that have lost it, and the spirit of willingness for all those communities who need to clean up after the messes. Let us show love to others as God has shown it to us.

 

Rest and relax in the evening of this day. Look for joy in the dawn of the next day. You are loved.