Shiver Me Timbers!

 Shiver Me Timbers!

 

Not really sure just what it means to shiver timbers, but it sounds about right at the moment. Ok, looked it up: expression of shock, awe, and annoyance. Can believe it might be more than that if a person were in Northern Syria or Turkey today. They had one bad earthquake—7.8—and then an aftershock of 7.6! The pictures showed buildings that had collapsed upon themselves. And it is cold there! So anyone still alive in the rubble will need to be rescued before nightfall just to keep them from freezing. May God bless those people, the rescuers, the families and friends!

 

As if that were not enough, Russia hit Kiev this morning in residential areas—blowing out the windows and destroying whatever was in the path of the rockets. Some of the rockets were stopped by the defense system, but even a siren that goes off right before the rocket gets there is not much help. Guess it might be helpful if you thought it was just a storm or earthquake. These rockets are determined in destination—hitting residential areas or those areas that are necessary to infrastructure—the things that keep a city alive. Feel so sorry for all of these folks. Whether it is an act of war or the slippery side of a tectonic plate, death is pretty certain. These folks need our prayers.

 

We may get rain tomorrow, but the temperature is not forecasted to be low, so we may just get to enjoy a rainy day. We can also enjoy the mud the dogs will track in on the floors. Sigh. Said that as if the old woman does not ever track in mud. Not true, but at least she wipes her feet off before coming inside.

 

Made a trip to Wally World. Did you know that the absolute richest people in the world are the Waltons?! Don’t remember how many billions they make, but whatever it is, they can’t afford to have cashiers on more than two checkout lines at a time! Stood in line with fifteen other folks until someone gave up and called in two more checkers. Argh! Those do-it-yourself things don’t always do it for me---or maybe it is just me. Anyway, next time might just have things delivered or only pick up meat. Tromping around an acre of cement floor is hard on the old body, dear hearts. Sigh.

 

Cooked some ribs for myself and two dogs. Not bad. The dogs had to be taken outside to do their eating because—well, the floors. But now they have brought the cleaned bones inside. Great decorations! Now have a pound of chicken livers on to bake. Never have tried baking them before. Usually fry the suckers and get grease popped all over me and the floor. We will see how this works out.

 

Noticed in the freezer section of the veggies that many of the little bags called for an air-popper or air fryer to be used. Not too sure what a person would do without one, but did not buy anything that did not look as if it would cook in a manner to which most of us are familiar. Will have to ask Jennifer how that works. Her boys use something like that all the time.

 

Now, this is not a joke, but just to let you know that our young people—not just children—are dadgummed ignorant. A friend told me that her son took his girlfriend shopping at the grocery store. He picked up a dozen brown eggs. The girlfriend exclaimed, “Why did you get those brown eggs?! You know they are the ones the roosters lay!” The young man decided right then that he did not need anyone that ignorant around his kids. Told this to my granddaughter and she replied that she was proud to know that roosters don’t lay eggs! But that is almost as bad as the children my friend was tutoring. She asked them where the meat came from on their hamburgers. “The store,” was the ubiquitous answer. “But before it was at the store, where did the meat come from? She asked. According to one boy, ALL meat comes from the store. He knew because his mom took him shopping, and he saw the meat in the store, so he knew how hamburgers were made. Sounds a bit like the two little girls who were looking at cows in a book. Asked why some cows were black, the little know-it-all said, “Well, where else would you get chocolate milk?”

 

The sick hen is still sick, but she is trying to get around. Not sure she will live very long, but she won’t die because someone kills her. Well, unless she gets out and a dog gets her. They are very inquisitive. The other hens are mean to her. So, she is in a coop all by herself. Poor girl. Chickens are flock animals.

 

Don’t know diddly squat today. Not sure it matters. Can only pray for those who are in bad situations. Would love to have answers, but most likely no one else would think any questions were solved. Such is life. Let us appreciate the blessings of peace and safety God has provided to us for now.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.