Having a Happy ANY Day.

 Having a Happy ANY Day.

 

Went to Market Street today because the silly online site was not cooperating with me. More money was spent because my eyes always see more than what my cabinet called for, but such is the life of a shopper who has little resistance. At least it was not as difficult to find the yogurt that they don’t list online. Anyway, you have been shopping lately and have been asked, “Did you have a good Thanksgiving?” My answer: “ANY day the old body will get up is a good day! My eyes opened this morning!” And no, nothing was black about my shopping. Milk, brown sugar, bacon, and fresh veggies about did the list up pretty well. But then the old woman went by the cheese counter. Oh dear. Stilton with apricot. Then there is that stuff made with chickpeas. Or the avocado stuff all ready to use as a sandwich spread or to dip with slices of celery or cucumber calls out their

 calories. Oh well. Have all winter to enjoy putting on more pounds. Unlike the bears and some other animals, we never stop accumulating fat cells.

 

Thompson is sitting in the recliner watching the birds on the front porch. They are chipping at him. He does not seem to mind, however. Earlier Patty called me to come get some tomatoes and hamburger buns for the hens. Throwing them over the fence before coming in the house was fun for the dogs. The hens will not get near stuff when the dogs are out there because the dogs have chased them before when stuff was put out that might taste good. But neither dog acted as if they were interested, so the hens got to go after the goodies. It is fun for me to call them and have them run to see what is for “dessert.”

 

Jennifer must have gone shopping today. She sent me a picture of a tee-shirt that had the word Lollygaggin’ on it. It gave the definition as: “the art of doin’ nothin’. A frequent action on Sunday afternoons. Not to be confused with dilly dallyin’. Most commonly spoken in the South. See also: southern sayings or yer grandma.

 

She finds the funniest things. One year she found a chicken that was all lit up and wearing a Santa hat. It is currently sitting in my living room. No, Christmas is not celebrated here, but the danged chicken just was too funny.

 

Even though Patty’s dogs got to come running to meet me and then do a circle through the pasture close to the house, we neither one felt like staying out in the wind. It is not horribly cold, but that wind is pretty sharp. And the dogs did not fuss about going back inside either! Patty just enjoys watching them run up the road to meet me. Roxie wants to be picked up, but then she wants back on the ground immediately. Silly critter.

 

A big box came from Amazon today that had two cases of canned dog food for the critters. They will get it when the old woman does not feel like cooking or when she is just extra lazy. They like the stuff pretty well. It is Purina Beyond. Not cheap, but it is good for them.

 

Have to take a bucket of clean water out to the coop here in a bit. Two of the water bowls need to be cleaned. The heated bowl has to be cleaned every other day right now because the hens knock hay into it. Oh well. At least they don’t get in it like the wild birds do the other bowls. WHY they need a bath in this kind of weather is beyond me. But they certainly make a mess. The doves have been getting into the front coop and then have trouble finding their way out again. Open the screen door that is covered in plastic and they come out like a cloud of grey feathers! Whump, whump, whump! One fell at my feet the other day and looked up at me as if it were my fault. Just shook my head at the dumb bird.

 

Guess my Kindle is recharged by now. Keep reading books or get up and read when the dogs wake me up during the night. So much noise on that highway makes them come up and bark as if it is something they need to attack. The neighbor’s son (one of them) came late yesterday evening and left much later. The dogs made the announcement both times. Guess that is their job, however. And they do it well. Then there are the neighbors over on North Church who have the loudest trucks this side of a truck stop. Sigh

 

Sylvia is cleaning her back foot between the pads on the underside. It is so funny to see her with her back foot stuck in her mouth. She gives me this look as if to say, “So?”

 

Don’t know anything worth telling today except that story about the newest astronaut who has only one leg—and no, this is not a joke. His intelligence is way up there, and he will train for a year just like all the rest of the folks who want to fly into outer space aboard one of those high-powered tin cans. But the idea is to prove that a person with disabilities can do the same jobs as others. Well, duh. Two legs might give the suit makers an easier job, but maybe having only one leg will save material. Rolling eyes here.

 

We know right now that we are very blessed despite the intentions of men like Putin who would thoroughly love to throw his bombs at us. And if he does, we know that it would be a hard life to live without any of the things we have known seemingly forever. But as Americans, we know we are pretty much an enduring people. We will be challenged, however, to remain kind and giving if it comes down to survival. In the end, the faith we have lived by will be the mainstay of our lives. We have to trust in God to provide answers to our problems. We will just have to ask for His love to ensure our faith. The difficulties in life change from generation to generation, but love overcomes the greatest problems. Let us ask God for greater faith that we can be pleasing in our ways to love others.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.