Handle It, Leroy!

 Handle It, Leroy!

 

We used to say this to each other when we thought someone else could do whatever we wanted done or what we did not realize needed to be done. Once asked Lewis why we used that name, but he just laughed and said the only person we knew by that name was Leroy Schaffner. He was our doctor for umpteen years before he retired. He was supposed to deliver all four of our kids, but Lewis and the nurse delivered Hanan. And Dr. Greer delivered Jennifer. Some of the things that these kids have been through just amaze me. In fact, when Hanan was little, we spent the night with a couple in Oklahoma named Bond. They had calves out in the pasture that Hanan wandered out in. It never even occurred to me that he was in danger—even knowing that cattle gang up on small critters. Perry Bond and his long legs went straight across the pasture to where Hanan was and led him back toward the house. Oh my! He must have thought we were horrible parents. But he kept our little one from getting hurt. So, in that case, Leroy handled it!

 

Tomorrow the man is supposed to come see about the seal on the pump on my washing machine. Then he will go down to Patty’s house and check to see if that is what is making hers leak. It is always something around here. She said that with all the electricians, plumbers, city inspectors, the supplies needed and the big ol’ generator installed down at her place, it was something like $15K for peace of mind. Sterling asked me why she thought she needed a generator. When someone is on oxygen 24/7, it stands to reason that the electrical supply needs to be assured.

 

Read yesterday that the City of WF has decided to charge folks $3.25 every month for them to use a credit card to pay their bill. That feels like nickel and dime stuff that should not happen. But that is our fair city for you. Argh! Sometimes city governments do not make sense at all unless we are producing a graft of “graft” and greed. Someone is always going to own land to be sold to the city or to the school system. Have wondered a few times about who owns the land that has been considered for the Ringgold Lake project. Of course, that one has not really taken off yet, and may not.

 

It is not really cold, cold, but the weather is still too cool to be comfortable. The hens might have seen the sun shine once today, but not long enough to tempt them to spread their wings out and dust themselves. Patience. Keep telling myself to be patient. But really would like to go get a load of potting soil and stuff like that to fill up some planting containers. One of these days the old woman may find a way to make my metal wagon be a flower container. One year it was filled with petunias. Think some seeds around here might get planted in containers to haul around front to be pretty—along with rose moss. Sigh. Just dreaming of flowers.

 

Don’t know diddly squat, but hope all of you are in a good mood and finding something to keep you happy. Nature calls, but weather halts the mood pretty quickly. Let’s pray for a beautiful spring for all of our world. SO wish those in the Ukraine could be safe this spring. And it would be wonderful if the help being sent to Turkey could make a difference in lives there. Let us pray for them in the meantime.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.