Good Books and Tiny Frustrations.

 Good Books and Tiny Frustrations.

 

The Innkeeper at the Edge of Paris is a good book. Well, at least it has kept me interested and entertained. J. Schlenker wrote it and she has also written another—her first—called Jessica Lost Her Wobble. Looking forward to finding it in the Kindle editions and downloading it. She has written others: Sally, The Missing Butler and Other Life Mysteries (short stories), and A Peculiar School, and Alice Black. Will be looking for all of these books.

 

One of the frustrations of this day is trying to find the right kind of plug thingy for the new charger and one to use on the Kindle meanwhile. Never fails that if you are NOT looking for chargers, at least four or five will jump out at you. Nope, not the right kinds. And what do they call the ones that have a small end on one end of the cord and a large end on the other end of the cord? The ones for the Apple phone are not the same as the ones for the tablet that holds the Kindle app. And Lance said that the new charging thing will have to be plugged in over night to get up to its ability to do what it should in charging my phone. Oh well. May just call him and ask what the charger is called for the tablet. Brought the one in from the truck, but it is for an Apple with an end that fits the plug in for the place where the cigarette lighter would have been umpteen years ago.

 

Sterling just called and was saying that they got information from the SS people telling them what a raise they got. Not bad for old folks; now if the prices of things were not so outrageous . . .

 

Think Stephen Smith may drop by with a plate of Christmas dinner tonight. He said he only had one line to the chicken house to freeze up and would have to haul water until he could get the part. Some day—maybe—a water line may be put out to the hen house on Dickerson Hill. We will see what happens by next year.

 

Have not talked to my girl today to see if they have had a plumber come out or what. Their lines are in the attic and some froze. More insulation coming up! Only lines in this house are gas and electric in the attic. Everything else is in the ground. The old woman took a shovel and covered up some lines that come out from under the house and go to the washer. And sure enough, the washer is not running any water when it is turned on. Sigh Maybe it will warm up tomorrow or the next day enough to thaw the lines. Surely hope no places froze hard enough to break the lines.

 

Sterling just called and told some jokes to me that got me laughing. He told about the firemen who were setting up the nativity scene for the city. They just about had everything under this little lean-to when one fireman said he had to run go get his helmet and fire coat. One of the firemen asked him why in the world he needed his gear for this job. The answer: Well, the book says that the men came from a far. Ahem.

 

Just took my roast beef out of the oven and took the boiled eggs to cool in the sink. Haven’t made deviled eggs in a long time, but it just sounds good.

 

Thompson has been on a tear today. He kept mully grubbing at me. At one point decided that he wanted the recliner. Yep, the old woman was sitting in it reading. Silly dogs. Sylvia slept in her crate last night, so it was much easier to roll over! She has a tendency to crowd.

 

Just set the water to dripping in the kitchen again. Will have to remember to open the cabinet doors to let it stay warmer in there. Cannot imagine having to fix pipes on Christmas Day!! Jennifer just let me know that most of her stuff had thawed out today. Boy! Warm weather definitely makes a difference.

 

Probably should look at the news sometime soon. Other than the government loading up on fake money to keep things rolling along, nothing new has really happened. And they do this nearly every year. You’d figure that sooner or later someone would let them know that we all know it is funny money. When the national debt is much higher than its income, it stands to reason that we are banking on some fallacies at the very least.

 

Well, the “deviled” eggs were more like chopped egg salad by the time the shells came off. And the roast is pretty decent with just Mrs. Dash seasoning. Just need a milk shake or maybe some juice. Think there is some juice in the pantry if the old woman will just go look for it.

 

Let us rejoice over the meaning of this holiday that man has made. We know that its deepest meaning is that God gave us His son. You all know the story, and it is NOT just a story. It is the basis for every hope known to mankind. Jesus Christ came as a baby. He lived the life that we are to emulate—one of loving others more than self. Let us ask for His help in that endeavor.

 

Rest well, my friends. Know that you are loved.