Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Waking Up!

 Waking Up!

 

Woke up feeling good this morning! Wow! How nice! And then, after making my bed, just walking around in my nice clean house felt good. So far, and they have only been outside once, the dogs have not left any paw prints all over the place. They did get in a wrestling match on their beds that are stacked one atop the other. But now Sylvia has the beds and Thompson is in the recliner with his head on the window sill so he can enjoy watching whatever is going on outside. Even the hens acted as if they were happy this morning. The nest where they lay their eggs had one rather large brown egg in it from one of the Marans. Almost bet it will have two yolks.

 

Nothing big planned for today. May go to United and pick up some fresh veggies—or not. Will be glad when they open up their store in the old Cash Saver building. SO close! Bet the old woman is not the only one who will appreciate that store being re-opened.

 

A nice visit from my friend Cindy this afternoon. She just left to go back home and do her thing. She was going to let her dog Wookie in the house, but he and my dogs had snarly fits at each other through the fence. It just did not feel like it was worth seeing if they could chew a hole through the living room door to get to each other.

 

Haven’t done much today at all. Just trimmed all the meat off a bone for Thompson and Sylvia’s supper. Now Thompson has the bone to chew on. Sylvia ate her supper and is now begging for my cheese sticks. These dogs! Can’t imagine how they have become so spoiled!

 

The large print Reader’s Digest came today and have half of it read already. Lance thought that it would make some good reading for a change from my usual stuff. And it has. Seems to have a very good article about the different medications they have developed for cancer. Wish they would find a way to fight that mess without making people even more sick than they already are. But like the latest virus, they are trying to use the RNA to develop new ways of getting at the sick cells to keep them from infecting other cells. Don’t really have a clue how those things work, but God gave some folks the wisdom to try other means, so we can watch and see if this works better than the old chemical ways.

 

Just took fresh water out to the hen house. Probably could just put the hose back on the faucet for awhile since the forecast is not for freezing any this week. Even so, the water bowls for the hens have ice on them each morning. Hardly worth the effort to reconnect and then take it off again. The water bucket is not that heavy when filled only half full each time. Make things work is my motto!

 

Just got a very sweet invitation to Thanksgiving from the Smith family. They are such wonderful folks. It is always good to know that a person is cared about. But the old woman knows her limitations. Crowds used to bother my Granddad Pollard, too. Not sure what causes that, but about three people at a time is about all it takes to be a crowd. Silly, huh.

 

Some guy from across the way came over to look at my hens. He was trying to tell me what kind of hens he has and offered me a big rooster. Nope, no thanks. Even if WF allowed roosters, they are not necessary and just tear up the feathers on the hens’ backs. No little chickies needed, either. He was trying to tell me that a rooster would protect my hens from hawks after he had just finished telling me that the hawks keep killing his hens. Duh, the rooster wasn’t doing him much good!

 

It feels like a really nice evening for a hot chocolate, but it would keep me awake, so there’s that. Guess my niece has the right idea by getting Ovaltine. No caffeine. She says they buy it in bulk for her kids! Can really imagine those three boys going through gallons of milk.

 

Guess Thompson should have found a place to hide that bone by now. Will have to go check in a minute.

 

Pray for peace, and let us be grateful for all the many blessings that have been poured out on us. Let us show love as it has been shown to us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.

 

 

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