Maybe a Letter T or P.

 Maybe a Letter T or P.

 

Whichever it takes to get the message across, the muscles hurt, the head is ready for bed, but common sense says even tired or pooped, it is too early to go to bed. Somehow the day just kept getting more things to do and quite a few of them actually done. Sharpened the pole saw blade as best it could be done by a non-scientific minded old woman. It DID cut a few limbs, but only the small ones. Simply do not have the strength to do those bigger ones. Used to have an electric pole saw, but the saw part got stolen when Jerry set it down one day. Never did get a new pole saw, just the saw part. And guess who never could use it right. Oh well.

 

Got the air stapler reconnected and put up more plastic in the coops. Hoping to keep the freaking sparrows and starlings outside the coop instead of inside. We will see. Even put a piece of plastic over the little exit door to the inside coop. If the girls are not in the middle coop in the morning, we will know that they don’t get it that they can go through. Here’s hoping my body wakes me up early enough to see what they are doing that time of the morning. If nothing else, can just open the middle door and let them wonder what happened.

 

Fixed up the coop next to the house (with plastic sheeting) that we used down at Jennifer’s place in Mansfield. Guess who is inside—the broody coo coo Maran! Asked Stephen if he has some fertile eggs. Hope he remembers that he said he did and why they are wanted. Also, got on Chickens of WF today and found a teacher who needed 22 fertile eggs for her class. Hmm. What happens if only 20 hatch? Some little kid is going to be so disappointed. Guess being a teacher, she will figure it out.

 

Also, asked Stephen about cutting down this tree next to the house. It provides some very good shade, but it is right under the power lines. Hanan cut it WAY back years ago to three stubs, but since then it has spread out and up until it has to be hacked back to the “bloody” nubs again. Hoping Stephen can handle it, and the boys can load the limbs in the back of my truck. Hope the city still lets folks dump tree limbs at the transfer station. It was closed recently for some reason.

 

Ah, just happened to think that all that vacuuming and mopping yesterday may be why the muscles are so sore today. No good deed goes unpunished, ya know.

 

These silly dogs! They are NOT hungry, but Sylvia thinks she needs some treats inside her treat toy. It did not actually begin as a treat toy. She chewed the squeaker end off, so now that is where the treats can be pushed inside. She loves getting them out! Thompson just sighs. He does not really want any, thank you very much.

 

Really do not know what is going on in the world other than the deaths of some famous folks—soccer player and a Canadian cowboy musician who wrote These Four Winds. Sometimes a death makes a difference to just a few more folks than usual.

 

Noticed on the WF page that comes in my emails from AOL that one of the young men in that horrible wreck is not doing too well. Considered “serious” in condition. Need to call Barbara and see for sure, but think this is her grandson with the crushed hip. Neither one is out of the hospital yet, at least don’t think so. Just please pray for those boys. Young men do some of the stupidest things, but we love them and have to appreciate that God watches over them.

 

Still praying for my son-in-law. The camera will tell the doctors where the bleeding originates if that is the source. Meanwhile, New Year’s Eve could be interesting in all sorts of ways. Sigh

 

Let us rejoice in the goodness we see in our fellow man. Some of the rescues in the North came from those who just had electricity and a place to let folks lie down and rest with food to feed them. Praise God for those who gave of their time and resources to help others.

 

Rest well, my friends. We have so much for which to be grateful. You are loved.