Birthdays and Other Days.

 Birthdays and Other Days.

 

Recently sent one grandchild some different coffees to grind up and try. Was thinking one was called “Wild Hair” or something like that. Nope, it was hairbender! Giggling. Asked said child for a good joke: If you work for a funeral parlor or place like that, even if you die, you have to show up for work the next day! Ahem.

 

Patty’s generator man got here well before 9 a.m. But the electric man got here right at nine. Anyway, all seems to be going well down there. Will walk down later and see if the top of one of the lamps can be retrieved from the little yard where the dogs are allowed to run. She said she thought the wind twisted it off the post. Sheesh!

 

My dogs are totally spoiled rotten. Had cooked chicken for them earlier this week, but used it all up. Thompson asked for breakfast and then refused to eat it because it was kibble with a can of dog stew spread on top. Sylvia had the same attitude. Oh well. The hens will appreciate it.

 

Took some Benadryl last night so both sides of the sinuses would work at the same time. Dust storms are SO interesting. Slept so hard that the dogs had trouble waking me up. They both had to go outside twice last night. Go figure. Sylvia is becoming easier—a little bit easier—to get into the crate. Can’t imagine having dogs that are not crate trained now that it seems so necessary. Two dogs and two places for them to sleep in the bedroom—NOT on top of me in the bed! They both got pretty accustomed to sleeping in the dog beds while Jennifer was here to put them in a crate or otherwise keep them away from me. Thompson seems to understand unless he is just excited about something. Even so, when we are outside and they get the zoomies, my attention has to be on where they are. Not the least bit interested in getting plowed over again.

 

Maggie Sewell will be here this afternoon to pick up eggs. Thought she might have still been in bed when called this morning, but she was on her way to Walmart. Told her to take eggs off her grocery list. The ones to be used here today are going into some cookie dough for Buffalo Chip cookies. May put the dough in the fridge and use it along—or make one great big pan and just package up the results in bars. Love the pecans and butterscotch and chocolate.

 

Well, DUH! Had the four dozen eggs packaged in a box in the kitchen. Had some stuff to take to the Women’s Refuge Shop in another box in the living room. Guess which box was taken out to Maggie’s car. Sigh. Sometimes my brain just does not function well. She called and will be back sometime tomorrow to get the eggs.

 

The dogs had chicken livers for supper with their kibble. The old woman ate one liver and some spinach for supper. Not particularly hungry anyway. Maybe tomorrow will be better. The pollen count should be lower.

 

Sterling said that they were expecting more cold, blustery, wet weather tomorrow. Think ours is just supposed to get colder. Doesn’t really matter if we can just get outside once or twice a day to take care of the critters. The little chicks are getting bigger by the day. Believe Jolene would be happy to leave them inside and go clucking on her own out there if given a chance. We will see. The other hens pick on her since she has not been with them for a while. Go figure.

 

Saw another picture today of a child that had been dug out of the rubble. It just makes me feel that we need to buckle down and pray harder that those who might have a chance to live will be dug out soon.

 

Meanwhile, our part of the world just keeps becoming more and more insane with people shooting others for no reason at all. Satan must be grinning and laughing. May God forgive us our stupidity and hatefulness and provide protection in our lives. May His kingdom come soon!

 

Let us look beyond the world around us to a time and a kingdom of kindness and love. Let our hearts be filled with love and not resentment or bitterness.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.