Days That Run Together.

 Days That Run Together.

 

Really have to think about what day it is at times. Lance drove me over to Market Street and lifted the heavy stuff. Still, it reminded me of taking the kids to the grocery store when they were little. My basket ended up with a few strange items like Mediterranean Bean Bowl with garbanzo beans in it. And then there is the Lotus Biscoff Crunchy Cookie Butter. Yes, it is pretty good. Then he tried the cheese that his mom thinks is great, but he kinda turned up his lip at the Stilton cheese with apricots. Oh well. Whatever it takes. But then we tried to remember what day of the week it is: he has been on vacation this week and just returned from Corpus Christi. Think he was really glad to get home, but then he went to the nursing home to see his Auntie Anne before he came here. He visited with Lesli and Erin, so that was worth the trip. They have not seen each other for several years.

 

Dr. Parkey took the staples out of Anne’s hip and leg where they did the surgery to put it back together. It won’t heal, of course, but at least maybe it won’t be as uncomfortable. The doctor and nurses keep thinking she can’t possibly live more than a couple of days longer, but she inherited some very stubborn genes. When she was lucid the other day—whichever day that was—she wanted to see and talk to her entire family. We all went over for her and stayed until late. Anyway, maybe it is just a good thing that her two kids were with her this week. Lesli has to return to Illinois soon, and my kids are in two different places this next week. At least Erin can stay with her since he took a leave of absence.

 

It feels as if the weather is about to change. Joints are stiff and hurting a bit more than usual. Best barometer around, ya know!

 

Put a pork butt on to cook a bit ago. That will keep me and the dogs fed this next week. Have some fresh veggies, but was griping about the price of ONE tomato. Yes, it was a large tomato, but they are so very expensive and do not really taste like anything we ever grew on the farm. Need to go down to the farmers’ market and get some real tomatoes.

 

Jennifer spent the night one day this week—night before last maybe. Honestly! Anyway, she went over and visited with Erin before she came home one day. Then he came over the next morning, and we all went to Jimmy’s Egg for breakfast. Kinda like that place. Enjoyed being with Jennifer and visiting with Erin, too.

 

Got a sweet card from Sharon Dickerson with a pair of angel wings in it. The crocheted wings were so precious. Need to send her a message that they arrived and that they were appreciated. Some of the Dickerson family are pretty good to stay in touch with each other even in this day and age. And Sharon and Sue are two of the best to stay in touch. Can remember back years ago that my children thought it was the greatest thing to get a card from their great-grandmother Pollard. She always had some sweet saying for them for whatever the occasion was. She got to watch Lance graduate from high school and then wrote about it in the Clay County Leader (“THE” newspaper). Lance had a high fever and still walked the stage that day! He took all those advanced courses that they now give credit for college, but back then it was just noted that the kids had taken advanced courses. Oh well. He was a good student.

 

Think my grands like the things they get whenever the old woman gets on a tear and starts sending things. Found out today that the candy sent to daughter-in-law was definitely not worth sending. Oh well. She will like the flowers that are coming this month.

 

Got a couple of eggs today—none yesterday. Lance put the alfalfa in the coop for me and dumped the chicken feed in a can. SO happy to have the heavy things like that finished. Getting too lazy to scoop up portions before trying to empty the sacks.

 

Walked the east lots this morning and looked for the khaki grass sprouts. Will have to get out the pokey tool and get them removed before they get any bigger. Hoping to keep them out of the yard this year. Despise those stickers!

 

A text on my phone reminded me—at SIX a.m.—that the old woman had to be at the hospital by 8 o’clock—"come fifteen minutes early for the paper work!” Was home by 8:30, so that was a no-brainer. Now Dr. Blackwell can’t say that anything else needs to be done this year. The bones may not be dense (except for my head), but the other parts have always been dense. Big whoop! Developed muscles across my body from the time we began to climb trees. Mom used to say that her children were part ape! Pretty close!

 

The load of clothes in the dryer is finished, so will have to get my backside off of this office chair and get ‘er done! Just will finish letting all of you know: Jacob got to go back home from the hospital in Little Rock. Don’t think they ever decided what happened. Madison Hodges lost the kidney and has to heal up and continue going to Dallas three days a week for dialysis until she is healed and can do it here. Madison Pollard and her husband are back at home from the hospital. Guess they are doing pretty well under the circumstances. Their vet cremated their three dogs for them. Kind person! Prayers for Anne’s children and grands are still needed. Anne knows she is going away, but she does not like “sad words.” Trying to think of happier thoughts for all of us.

 

Pray for peace. We all need it. Meanwhile, you know, you are loved.