Scrub-a-Dub-Dub.

 Scrub-a-Dub-Dub.

 

Had a facial early this morning at Spa Bella. Dava had assured me yesterday that it would be so relaxing. Uh, well, maybe for some folks it would be. Found myself so tensed up that breathing became a conscious effort. The young lady was using her fingers to trace over my skin very quickly in patterns circling the features of my nose, chin, cheeks, forehead and back again. It was going so fast that it made me feel as if the old woman should be up doing something instead of trying to lie still. Eventually, she got around to putting on a mask of some kind after she ran over my face with some kind of beads that felt a bit like those air shots the grands used to use on each other. The hot towels were the best part, along with the hand massage. Anyway, we will see if doing that ever again will happen. Bought some facial scrub stuff recently that might be just the thing to help me get all the oil out of the pores. My old face could qualify as an oil field some days. Think it is this Texas heat!

 

The squirrels have a runway right in front of my house just on the edge of the yard. They use the telephone poles as their jump-offs to go to the trees on the end of the yard. Rotten little bushy-tailed ratniks! The dogs hate those things. Understand completely. They cuss the dogs—and probably me as well. Flipping that tail at us makes me feel as if some of the chatter would be x-rated language.

 

Have been reading about the problems in Florida and elsewhere. It is just so very sad. Someone was saying that “nevermind the freaking electricity—she needed clean water to drink or for cooking.” Remembering what it was like after the tornado, it is easy for me to commiserate with her. We had zero water and no warning that we would need it. They at least knew that the hurricane was coming. But still, no one has any idea how bad the damage will be when they are threatened by a storm of any kind. The ice storm we had last year was a horrible mess. Frozen water pipes in areas that had never frozen before was part of the problem. But when it thawed out, the plumbers could not stay awake enough hours to get the repairs done even if they had the parts to work with on them. If Jerry Hobbs had not helped me to get to my hens, they would all have died in that mess.

 

Texted back and forth with my youngest grandchild. She may come see me next week. Really would be nice to have her here even just for a day. Right now, it looks as if we may get some decent cooler weather this weekend. Not sure we should actually hope for rain, but it won’t keep me from praying for enough to do us some good. We need about 12 inches over a period of time that would fill up the stock tanks and lakes—slowly and not so fast that it would flood anyone out. Picky, picky, picky.

 

Opened a can of cranberry sauce to eat with chicken purchased from Walmart the other day. It was a roasted chicken and not bad, but the cranberries just made it much better. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, but for the past couple of years, it just seemed better to stay at home. Not sure if driving to Saginaw is going to be too much for an old woman or not. So far, driving to Henrietta and back has been pretty hard on my back. Probably just tension and the after effects of being with Anne in her situation. We will see.

 

Sterling and Jacqui should be in Copperas Cove today and probably won’t start back to Arkansas until Sunday. He mounted one of his airplanes on the gazebo near the front porch here. The wind has really made it move around. Lance and Jennifer will have to come get their airplanes when they have time. Mine is red, white, and blue. They get to have the ones that are turquoise. Just think they are so neat, but then, Sterling has always had a way with making stuff that amazed me. Hanan was like that, too.

 

Read something about these little perfumed things that folks plug in to make their houses smell different. So many of them are bad for critters. They can quickly kill a cat. Did ya know that? Fresh air is much better for everyone. Just a reminder that sprays in the house might make your critters sick. Know a few people who can’t even stand to have scented candles in their house. Makes me wonder what is in those candles.

 

Nary an egg today. Think only one hen is doing any of the laying. The black-laced Wyandottes are obviously the better hen for laying eggs. Oh well. It’s not like the old woman plans to do this again with raising more chicks. At least at the moment it feels as if it would be too expensive, no matter how much pleasure the little ones give me. That feed just keeps going up in price. Oh well. Our food does as well.

 

Don’t know much today—as usual. Let’s pray for those who are caught between battling elements of political messes, those who are stranded by the flood waters and devastation of the storms, and those who have to deal with the unrelenting traffic of the drug dealers and sex traffickers. This world is a mess even without dealing with storms. Let us ask God to have mercy on those who are in its midst. While we are at it, let’s pray for rain for those places that desperately need it.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.