Freaking Wind!!!

 Freaking WIND!!!

 

We DID get some wet stuff last night. The new rain gauge thingy says we got 0.05 of rain. I could spit more than that! Sorry, that is rude and ungrateful. But honestly. California gets washed off the map, and we get blown off the map along with any moisture in the air. Oh, isn’t it wonderful to live through droughts.

 

Had a notion to just begin eating out of the deep freeze until the bottom showed up and then start on the pantry. Not all at once, mind you. But just to clean things out a bit at a time. But went ahead and ordered groceries today while busy making vegetable spaghetti with meat balls and black olives. Pretty tasty. NOT like pasta that is made with wheat, but has no carbs in it either. Know what my son-in-law—well, his boys, too—would say! “Let’s go to In & Out Burger!”

 

Was hoping to see Stephen and the boys here this Saturday to take down a tree. Meant to get him to give me a price so the money would be here waiting for the job to end. He did come over and show me what to do with the black stuff he had me buy, but the old woman is NOT climbing on top of the coop to spray each nail top. Did try spraying the foam crud in the little cracks around the edges. That stuff is nasty when it gets on your hands. It dries and does not want to come off at all. Oh well. What little that was reachable got sprayed.

 

Waiting for Maggie Sewell to come over to pick up a dozen eggs. Doesn’t seem like only one dozen would be worth the trip, but maybe it would at the price they are selling for currently.

 

Thought a .22 had been shot somewhere close, but did not hear another “shot.” Turned out that the spaghetti squash should have been pierced before dunking it down in the pot and holding it down with another pan. It split all the way around and made that noise. Think someone had already told me that the gourd has to be pierced. Oh well.

 

Sterling is big into making rocker parts for all the rockers he is making for grands. He told Danny that it is ONE rocker per family, and not one per child. They take time, paint, lots of sanding, and just plain thinking to assemble correctly and without any rough places to hurt a child. Looking forward to seeing one. Maybe someone can get Jacqui to take a picture and send it to me. He said that Marion was ready to come get her rocker. She babysits Cashlynn, Taylor’s little walking baby. Have been thinking and trying to remember what ever happened to the rocker we bought for Lance. Not much telling. But let’s face it, that was 53 years ago.

 

Still holding my breath and wondering when we can listen for peep, peep. She is due to hatch them out by Saturday at least. She is definitely very defensive now. Just don’t touch her, much less ruffle her feathers! She is a sweet hen, but have a feeling she would tackle a dog in a heart beat.

 

Well, Maggie texted to say she is on her way. Of all the things that have not got accomplished today, can at least watch for her and get the eggs out to her van when she gets here.

 

Please pray for those like Mike Ballard and John Pollard who are on dialysis each week; those who are having problems with family in one way or another; those whose littles are ill; and pray for those who fear for their lives. God has given us so many blessings that we never even consider. Freedom and safety are so important. Let us also remember the police officers who put their lives on the line each day. They and the dogs they take to work matter more than most of us ever think about.

 

Rest well, and remember that life is too short to spend it with regrets. Live with joy now and love always. YOU are loved.