Mixed Messages.

 Mixed Messages.

 

Just sent two gifts to grandchildren—probably in same package, so Rachel will crave coffee while lifting her weights. Giggling. She helped me decide what to get for her sibling as an old woman has trouble getting that one to talk loud enough to hear. Oh well. Decision made and ordered: make it so. StarTrek!

 

Lance and Rachel got my list of jobs wiped clean. The idea of a list came from somewhere—think it was Patty’s idea. It makes it easier all the way around because memory does not always work when it is needed. Anyway, the two major things got finished. Not being able to grip things real well makes a difference. Have tools, but using them as they are meant to be used is not always possible.

 

Just talked to my nephew Erin. Poor kid is having to watch his mom just fade away mentally and physically. He will leave Monday evening and yours truly will go over there Tuesday. Lesli will be there Wednesday. And it seems the lady who has been taking care of Snoop just loves him and wants to keep him. That is going to work out well. Please pray for all three of them—Les, Erin, and Anne.

 

We got the little drops of stuff from the sky just a bit last night and a bit more this morning. Really wish it would come a gully washer right now and fill up the stock tanks and lakes. The fall asters barely have any leaves on them, much less blooms. They are the purple kind that make a little bank of blooms all along the fence about a foot and a half tall. Donny Anderson used to always offer to cut them down for me. We discussed flowers and their place in my world. Don’t think he really understood, but the asters stayed. Lance transferred some iris plants for me, but he did not exactly give them any real opportunities to grow, so they got changed around a bit today into a different container with dirt spread over them. Had asparagus planted in a big half barrel—cut vertically rather than horizontally—and that dirt was just right for spreading on the iris bulbs. May just have some more things to put in that barrel with them. Have never had sedum to grow here, but there’s nothing quite like trying. Have seen some neat ways folks have had it displayed as if the blue sedum were water pouring out of a barrel or vase.

 

Jennifer and Gary got a neat water fountain for me one year. It was so pretty, but we do not have an electrical outlet outside, so it only flowed when an extension cord was connected to the pump. And then someone knocked one of the top parts off. Oh well. Hanan tried to make a fountain out of a pump from an air conditioner. It worked, but the same problem with the electricity was there. The only place to put a pump was near the workshop.

 

Looked at the workshop a few minutes ago when checking for eggs. It is beginning to look less cluttered in there now. One of these days it will be possible to hang all the tools like rakes and shovels along one wall. That will help somewhat. Then there is that big compressor that stands in the corner. It needs a new motor that Stephen says costs about a hundred bucks. Can’t see any reason to do that as the little compressor is all that would ever be needed here now. It’s not like the old woman will be using a nail gun. Ahem. Just need to get someone to come get the tank. That corner would be great for putting the tall tools in a rack. Saw a barbecue made out of a tank like that once, but it took someone to know how to make that stuff hinge. Still, that would be neat if you wanted to barbecue or slow cook an entire side of beef or pork.

 

Have a shoe brush that Roger Thonton put on the back deck for me. This weather is when it really comes in handy. Just enough crud on my shoes to need it knocked off. But then, I think of Roger and smile every time. He is a sweet guy. His wife is so very neat, too. The last time we had a lunch at Pioneer, she suddenly informed us that as Texans we had no worries about learning about our state history. She said the biggest part of history in Wisconsin was the icebergs that shoveled out the ground thousands of years ago. Not like that would have ever made great stories to tell! We all had a laugh at that one.

 

Talking to the grands about classes and how many they need to finish school. Think three of them will finish either in December or May. Rachel says some of her classes will be online when she starts classes at Texas Woman’s in Denton. Her mom got both her bachelor’s and graduate degrees from there. Landon has been at North Texas State. Here’s hoping that all of them will have good jobs when all the school stuff is finished! Ecology, finance/business, and whatever that thing is that Rachel is doing. That one is new to me. Food and exercise and how they are used are the big things in her courses. Don’t know what another one is doing either. This old grandmother doesn’t keep up very well. Sigh

 

Will be glad when these hens start doing their work of laying eggs. The heat will probably not be an issue for them the rest of this year unless it freezes our toes off! They are well fed and get to roam around all over this fenced yard. They SHOULD be happy hens!! But was only able to send eight eggs home with Lance the other day. Sigh He brought egg cartons from their friend/neighbor Kathy in the prettiest bag. Carefully removed the cartons and sent her bag back to her. She intended for me to keep the bag. It was a rooster bag from Germany that they got on their trip. So neat. But as usual, Lance did not pay too much attention and did not get the message that the bag was for me.

 

Sterling brought airplanes for the kids when he and Jacqui came down recently. Lance was having trouble deciding where to put his. Told him east-west wind is just as good as north-south wind. Will be interesting to see where Jenn puts hers.

 

Guess nothing else much is going on around here. The dogs refuse to let me nap, so will just read for a while and might even accidentally turn on the TV and see if anything is interesting on it.

 

May we rejoice in the good things we see and hear. May we be reminded that God provides for His people. Let us always give thanks for blessings.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.