Something Light--er.

 Something Light—er.

 

Jennifer and Gary have been on a diet for a while. Gary has lost oodles of weight. Jennifer has lost something like seventeen pounds. We have it figured out: men need that extra weight to come off quickly so the horses can haul their backsides across the hills of Ireland to fight the English or the Danes. Now the women have a different problem: they need that weight to stay on their backsides in case they have to feed babies or simply can’t get another meal for weeks at a time when the invasion comes out of the hills of Scotland. That’s our story, and we are sticking to it.

 

Lunch today: can of chicken, drained. Salad dressing, chopped spicy pickles, a glance at the blueberries, the entire mess mopped up with one of those little floppy tortillas—pulled in half and one half given to the dogs. The floppy tortilla WAS butter-flavored. Sigh A bottle of ginger beer with a minimum of sugar two hours later for the indigestion. Another sigh.

 

Someone told Jennifer he paid $8 for chicken feed at TSC the other day. Yeah? What size bag of scratch did he buy? And HIS chickens just love that corn. Mine won’t eat it. The milo, yes. The corn, no. The sparrows and doves clean up that stuff. Three bags of scratch at $57 dollars does NOT equate to $8 a bag. Thirty-two dollars maybe, but not at TSC. Oh well. She did not ask how many chickens he had or the age of the chickens. Let’s face it, chicks are cheaper to feed. Erin told me today that commercial hens are slaughtered at 24 months because their egg production only falls from that time on. Mine are going to live to a ripe old age –like Athena the Campine hen—and eat their weight in feed every three days until the old woman becomes bankrupt! Jennifer reminds me that the dogs are also expensive. Another long sigh.

 

Have to love my critters simply because they are a wonderful garbage disposal. Lewis hated for me to put carrot peels out the back door or cucumber peels in the flower beds. He loved me, otherwise he would have shouted more often—maybe.

 

Have to admire a man who gets a good wife. It takes two to make a decent marriage—and at least ONE to make a really good marriage. Had to laugh at Jennifer telling me that she found out how spoiled she was because Aunt Caroline did not have a manual can opener. Jennifer did not know how to operate an electric can opener! She doesn’t want any appliances on her counters. Beautiful counters, too! It just made me laugh. Then it reminded me of the number of people that the food pantry serves who actually need manual can openers because they don’t have electricity. OOH! We are so blessed and just don’t know it!! But then, Jenn and her mother both got the kind of men who listened to what they wanted. Yep, blessed.

 

One of the cats got locked in Reece’s room. Trash basket is now in the trash bin. The cat at least tried. As much as a cat is sweet to enjoy, could never do the litter box again. The dogs have nearly half an acre to do their thing. And they are WAY past the shoe chewing stage. Now it is just a matter of keeping treats that they will actually eat. Today they refused to eat anything. Not sure why they felt that they were not hungry. But the food will go out to the hens tomorrow morning. We will try again, dear hearts. No one is going hungry around here.

 

Trying to think of funny or even slightly amusing things today because some things are just too heavy to discuss or otherwise share. Let it be said that good music helps, but a good phone chat with my sweet girl helped more. And then the son sent a picture of an alligator. Asked him if Tracy was planning on boots. He said they saw two! Told him she has two feet. Ahem.

 

Let your light shine and remember where all love originates. Hugs and blessings for all of you this evening. May you rest peacefully and know: you are loved.