Too Tired to Be Useful.

 

Too Tired to Be Useful.

 

Dear Hearts, when an old woman finally gets around to going to the feed store, it is after the rice is made for the dog food, a quilted topper folded and put away, and several thoughts having sorted through her old brain. Got two-hundred pounds of feed put in bins in the work shop where nothing leaks. Had about ten pounds that had to be thrown out this last time. Rain got in and molded it. Can’t feed that to hens. Almost made me as angry as finding some beef jerky with mold on it! How the hey does that happen? Oh! Jennifer says it does not have preservatives in it so it has to go in the fridge after opening. Expensive goof up.

 

Having a cup of plain decaf coffee. Remembering when the young woman who became an old woman seemed to drink that stuff by the pot. Can no longer do that. Too many years and too much time has flown by like sandhill cranes squawking in the wind.

 

Have just put on some red onion and celery to simmer and then will pour in one of those quick stuffing mixes. Who needs turkey when the stuffing is so very good with some cranberry sauce?

 

Got hot last night is the reason one of the covers had to come off the bed. Had some of the strangest dreams. How does an old teacher dream of teaching again? Wonder if that happens to Carla Beard. Can’t even remember what the class was about!

 

When dragging the little red cart out to put the feed into out of the back of the truck, it made me think that the old woman is a lot like that little red dump cart. Not very solid and pretty, but still fairly useful. The price of the four-wheel kind makes me very happy to have this one with only two wheels. Kinda like the cost of labor around this place when it is only me—very inexpensive!

 

Have on a flannel shirt that earlier felt too warm. The day got up to about 70 degrees by the time my truck left the feed store. Love that temperature display and compass in our little white truck. Lewis always thought the compass was funny since the roads and other signs never agreed. But you can bet that temperature gauge is right on the money! Texas has snow in places while other parts are too warm for long sleeves. Guess that could be true in other places, but it seems to me we have such an interesting variety of heat and cold—on the same day even!

 

Really don’t know much. Have looked at posts on FB today more than usual. Didn’t really want to do anything here in the house. Erin brought three big boxes of stuff that can be left until the mood strikes me. The picture on the top box has the five children—our three and Anne’s two. Good memories for me, but maybe not for Erin or Lesli. All her pictures and two or three bags of their clothes were stolen out of their car in Kansas City on their way back home. That sort of thing is so unnecessary. And so useless to anyone trying to get something worth selling. At least they got home safely. Not a good memory for them.

 

We will just have to realize that the world is pretty much a broken place. About all we can do is know that God will give us a better home and the love we need to have His peace. Let us pray that it comes sooner rather than later.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.