Weird Foods?

 Weird Foods?

 

Connie Cooke came by a while ago. She let me take some of the things she was going to donate to the resale shop and took the gold drapes that had been in my living room. At one time or the other, she had bought a set of stainless-steel cookware that was very nice. But she seldom if ever used the frying pans. Mind you, Grayson and Reece may not use them much if at all since they have something called an air-fryer. Whatever. It just seemed like a good opportunity to get something that the boys might find useful. Reece had told me that he wanted a good cast-iron frying pan, but the old woman is so selfish that she did not offer him the one that has been in use around here for 50 years. There’s another one out in the shop that has been there long enough to accumulate rust. Both the pan and the lid would need to be sand blasted to get the rust off. Then it would have to be seasoned. Not that it is very difficult. Anyway, this mess includes a Pampered Chef covered measuring bowl that might come in handy.

 

While Connie was here, she mentioned that she was going to have to go find herself some lunch. Told her what was on the stove and invited her to join me. She shook her head, rolled her eyes, and gritted her teeth and said she would just let me enjoy what was cooked. Can’t imagine why anyone would turn down cabbage, yellow squash, and meat slices steamed in a big pot. But then, some folks are not as fond of these fresh veggies with a bit of meat as yours truly. The dogs and the hens always seem to enjoy my choices. They all like to share. Ahem.

 

Took a nap this afternoon that was truly necessary. The dogs kept getting me up last night. Sylvia had to go outside two or three times. Not sure what that was all about, but it definitely made a difference in how much sleep the old woman got. Oh well.

 

Bought some ice cream bars at Market Street the other day. No, that is definitely not on any diet recommended by anyone, but sometimes it just feels necessary to have some ice cream. A couple of slim bars might be better than an entire bowl—or not.

 

The new curtains for the living room came today. Think they will do the trick—black-out curtains that stop slightly below the window facings. Between the box for those and the box for the big bag of dogfood, the trash bin is going to be very full. It already had all those bags of old photos in there. Trash truck will get a workout tomorrow.

 

Got a notice from the department of public safety that my driver’s license could be renewed online or on the phone. Decided to do the phone instead of the online thing. They charged me a dollar for the convenience of not having to go in person. Definitely worth a dollar to stay at home!

 

One of the Black Marans pecked on me a bit ago while she had her fluff lifted to check for eggs. Yep, lots of nice eggs under there. Think the Black-laced Wyandottes are winding down their business of laying eggs. The tan eggs are getting smaller by the day. Know what my mother-in-law would have said. Yep, when they stop laying, they would be dressed for success—as fat hens for sale. Have not killed any critters—well, maybe a snake—in a long time and don’t plan to start now. But these girls are fat and sassy. But they also are the sweetest little creatures. They come to me and talk to me. They have ulterior motives, of course. They are looking for nibbles. The hens that were here before had been trained to look for a shovel in my hands. They knew that earthworms were on the menu! Can’t do that any longer, but they get little bits of fresh veggies or whatever is in the kitchen.

 

Jennifer wants to come this weekend, but am just not sure she will make it over. She has been working so very hard for a long time now. But if she stays at home, you can bet she will still work just as hard on her days off as she does when she goes in to the office. Can remember being a lot like that years ago, but nowadays it only happens once in a long while. Get an itch to get something specific done and stick with it until the old body is about ready to drop. Getting a little old for that foolishness. And Jennifer’s last child will be 22 in March. Time to slow down just a bit. Maybe she will be better at learning to pace herself than her mom was.

 

Need to call a couple of folks and see how they are doing. Hardly ever hear from Michelle Malay or Maggie Sewell unless they are up to something. Both seem to stay busy with what they actually need to do instead of messing around like this old woman. But such is the difference in personalities. Both Maggie and Michelle seem to keep up with what is on sale where. My mind is just too busy to concentrate on sale circulars. Or maybe that is my own particular brand of laziness. Would rather read a good book, ya know.

 

Have been watching what Carla Beard posts online lately. She is always in some kind of production in the city where she lives. Well, a person can’t play pickleball every day of the week, yes? But she keeps us informed about the choral music going on and the plays being produced. She, too, writes a blog, but honestly don’t believe it ever mentions hens or eggs. She did send me a cartoon of a sign that said, “Butt Nuggets for Sale.” Sat here and laughed.

 

My brother informed me this morning that the deacons in charge of the “old folks” had decided to have some music and hot chocolate at his workshop on the 16^th of this month. THEY decided, don’t you see. He is hoping to get a guitar playing friend to come along and help with the music so they can sing a bit. Sterling does not think he is good enough to play by himself. Sitting here shaking my head. Yours truly tried to play the piano that was given to us back some years ago. Could do the chords finally to match the main melody, but the timing was never right. Not sure how anyone can do that matching the chords and getting everything to sound like we know it should. Oh well. Won’t need to ever make a living at that particular job!

 

Just finished putting blankets on these two dogs when a car drove up across the street. Of all the barking! No surprises on our street!

 

Really don’t know much since reading the news can make a person just about feel limp and lousy. Will just play games, read a good mystery, or something of that nature. Have my Kindle about loaded up with things to read. Need to open a bunch of them so they can be downloaded before it is time to get into them. It doesn’t usually take very long to download, but if the internet is messed up, it is Katie-Bar-the-Door. No internet means no books.

 

You all take care and find a way to overlook all the crazy in this world. Remember that we have a clear and true path given to us by the Creator. Our Father loves us and wants us to walk in His love. Let’s pray for this world and for peace.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.