A Beautiful Day!

 A Beautiful Day!

 

It is 71 degrees out there, and a very tiny breeze moving so that the propeller on my plane is as still as the leaves on the trees. Only the birds are moving enough to cause any kind of air movement. And THIS is Texas! Amazing! The sun is shining and the hens are pecking at whatever it is that they find to eat. They seem pretty happy in my estimation.

 

Patty said our neighborhood raccoon set off her camera a couple of times last night. It managed to get one piece of the bait intended for it, but maybe the secondary latch held the door open on the trap. Will try again tonight. Never have used a trap like this before, so probably did not do something right. Still not sure what will happen if it is trapped. Hmm. Haul it out to Highway 79 almost to Archer City maybe? Have to be able to trap it first. Sitting here laughing at myself.

 

Sterling called and said that his friend George has come down with Covid. The doctor thinks that Sterling is probably immune. Here’s hoping! He won’t take a flu shot, and that stuff is enough to put a person down for the count!

 

Walked the place the other day and looked for khaki plants. Found some that have already made seeds! Argh! Will get out tomorrow if the old bones are still pliable enough and see if most of the plants can be removed. Nothing like weeds and stickers to make life miserable. Probably need to put down some kind of weed killer, but hate to mess with the soil or the earthworms’ homes. Don’t care about a beautiful lawn or anything of that nature, but prefer to not have knee-high weeds. Right now, the hens have been making “Marine” holes. That is like foxholes that the military would consider as good places to duck down. The hens get out there and dig up a hole, dust off in the dirt, trade holes with another hen, and then the dogs take over and see if they can strike oil or something. Nothing like it. Walking in my yard is an experience—a risky business.

 

Found out today that Pinnacle (the internet service used in this house) has been charging me a bit over $10 a month for the “use” of their router. Looked up some router prices online and found that they are pretty expensive, but the company will continue to charge me for this router until it is returned to them. It would be cheaper in the long run to buy one on Amazon. As soon as my son-in-law is available to tell me what to get, we will be doing something different. Argh!

 

Read today that all of us old fuddy duddies will be getting that “stimulus” check sometime this next year. How nice. We paid in all this money over the years whether or not we wanted to and had to pay tax on it as well. Now they have decided we could probably use a little bit of it back. Marvelous, just marvelous. [Can you hear that tone of voice?]

 

The dogs were startled—well, the old woman, too—the other morning when something THUNKED against the front window. A young female cardinal was lying there on the front walkway, pretty stunned. Brought her in and held her until she was warmed up and breathing easy. She messed up the front of my tee-shirt, but oh well. Took her back outside and set her on the arm of the bench. Touched her little head and spoke to her about flying. A little reddish blur took off toward the side lot! She was good to go. Sometimes a little comfort is all any of us need.

 

Have to haul the trash bin across the road here in a minute. Trash truck comes early on Tuesday and Friday mornings. The driver’s name is Duane, and he is very nice. He always waves. The world has certainly changed from the days when we used to burn our trash in a barrel in the back yard. Can’t imagine that kind of burning in a city this large now. Whew! What a mess.

 

Erin and Lesli have been trying to work on all the things that have to be done to settle things as quickly as possible after Anne finally leaves this world. It has been so very sad to watch this situation. Let’s just say that if anyone had a choice, this is not the way to go.

 

Have an appointment to see an eye doctor by the name of Kelly on Thursday. Dr. White has taken care of us for years, but she retired this year. Pretty sure this man will do whatever needs to be done, but that business of dilating one’s eyes is never fun. It always feels as if the world has gone blurry. As long as the old woman can get back home without running over anyone, we will be just fine.

 

Every time the internet flips another page, something about aliens comes up. Dear Hearts, we are all aliens. Look at what is in the dirt around us. Microbes, mold, active dust particles. We are just bigger particles of the same. The only difference is the breath of God that He gave us. A spirit that is in man. NOT that man is spirit, but you can see that man has a spirit. God connects to us just as electricity connects across the sky—spirit to spirit. Let’s hold on to that connection!

 

Pray for peace. You are loved.