Windy Sunday Evening.

 Windy Sunday Evening.

 

Weathermen are warning us that we are in the area of tornadic activity until about 9 tonight. Well, diddly do right! Just what we needed! NOT! But it would not be Texas without this type of weather—well, for Oklahoma as well, for that matter. So one part of California is under 8 to 10 feet of snow and the wind is about to move part of Texas to Mississippi! Just shaking my head and hoping to be able to open my eyes on another day tomorrow.

 

For some reason or reasons, my body hurts today as if arthritis were coming up like skunk cabbage. Maybe it is the weather, or maybe it was moving washer, dryer, stove, trestle table, dog bowls, or assorted other junk and stuff to make it easy to remove the old washer and dryer and bring in the new ones. Whatever the reason, the old woman’s body is mighty sore. But really love the new washer and dryer. Even took the sheets off my bed and washed them and put ‘em back on the bed this morning. They put some kind of little blue beads in one package to use in the washer. Put the dog blankets in that load of laundry and now they smell really sweet. Not sure the dogs will appreciate that odor, but at least it won’t smell like dirt, dog hair, and grass.

 

Had a rather large bunch of limbs—more like heavy, twiggy branches—to try to cut up and haul off. Some went in the trash bin, and some went into the burn pit that is made of two 18-wheeler hubs welded together with a little door cut in them to open. Put the water hose out there and sat in a lawn chair to watch for a bit. Finally stopped watching and sat there and thought about the “kid” that grew up here. Not sure why, but he never felt like a grown man to me. Know better, of course, but maybe he did not feel grown up either. The trees here would have already have been chopped on this year if he were still on the hill. He knew that the tree limbs were just as likely to come down on the power lines or the roof as not. Not sure why some of us see that kind of thing while others are not even aware. Guess it takes all kinds of folks to make up the personality of this ol’ world.

 

So enjoyed having Lance here yesterday. He is such a good son and a good man. He took eggs home and told me that they would probably go to Jennifer’s house as his family still has eggs in their fridge. He also took the box with Auntie Anne’s canisters back to go to Grayson’s place—if he ever gets a place. Jennifer seems to think it will be a year before the boys move out, if they can find a decent place that is affordable. Just hope that it is possible for them to find a house big enough for them and whoever might stay with them. Would hate to have to look for a place to live even around this area.

 

 Took the dogs to Whataburger today. Should have asked for plain doggy burgers for them, but instead ordered two junior burgers. Had to take the tomatoes and stuff off of them. My burger was some kind of chicken strips with hot sauce on it. Won’t do THAT again! Whew! But thought the dogs would enjoy getting out. They love to stick their heads out the back windows and hang out their tongues. Just like kids!

 

Have a couple of bananas to make into banana nut muffins tomorrow if nothing rips, rears, or ravels. Ate the last two of the last batch this morning. The recipe calls for three ripe ones, but have some banana pudding to put in the mix this time just to try it out. Well, it will still have two bananas in there, but the pudding sounds good. Experimenting with recipes is a bit of a gamble, but sometimes it can make things much more interesting. Will let you know if it turns out good.

 

It feels as if the entire world is turning upside down in so many ways—not just the weather. Maybe in ages past some folks felt that way, too. We are not the first society that has had severe situations, violence at home and all across the nation, but this is the only world we have known so intimately. And having almost instant communications has made an extreme difference in how we perceive things. We know almost as soon as one area catches on fire or another is awash with floods. We see extremes in social situations, too. Having someone claim that the person is a “they” or a “them” just boggles my mind. Sorry. No offense, but teaching legal transcription would have made such a term an automatic discrepancy in a document. During the time when we had that subject to teach at the commercial college, one was either a he or a she. Oh well. No amount of common sense will change the social status of those who want to be different. And maybe that is just as well. Some of us would rather be ornery old women or grumpy old men. No one even questions those decisions. Hooray!

 

May God give us patience with ourselves and others. May peace on this earth be lifted up for all. May we look to God for guidance in our lives.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.