Overcast But Decent.

 Overcast But Decent.

 

Woke to cloudy skies this morning. Did not hear the little rooster crow, so maybe the chicks were happy to just eat their feed and drink water without shouting about getting out of their pen. Yes, that means the old woman slept a little later than usual. But the hens hardly ever criticize my habits—the ones that concern them. But they got left-over kibble that had stuck to a dog bowl with some out-of-date milk, so they have no reason to gripe this morning anyway.

 

Have almost finished my first bottle of water for the day. Put some of that hydration stuff in it so it goes down rather well. It dawned on me last night that not even one entire bottle of water had been consumed yesterday with everything that was going on, so made up my mind to actively think about water before coffee ever sat in front of me. Something in my mindset has to change in order to keep hydrated and have healthy kidneys. How my parents ever lived to be 85 just amazes me since they hardly ever drank water—not that anyone who ever tasted Petrolia water could blame them. Frog bath water, anyone?

 

Julia Davis went to be with Lexie at the hospital last night, so my best guess is that she would have slept in this morning. It will be a good day for that. Just hope she brought a sweater or something warm. Even with 60 degrees out there, the breeze can make a person feel chilled in a hurry. Hoping that Lexie got to come home today.

 

 

Patty just called me and told me about a couple of things that bothered her. She just needed to vent. Said she had wished a couple of times before that she could just sleep for about five years and wake up and read about what happened. Life just doesn’t work that way. We are destined to live life by the detail. We can accept those elements or ignore then as much as possible, but either way, we are not the ones who will change how life unfolds.

 

Noticed increasingly that some of the pictures on various parts of FB had been pretty risqué. Not interested in seeing that stuff. Not to say that kittens, puppies, lambs, horses, and hens are the best pictures, but they make me smile. The flowers usually make me drool, but such is life. Walked the east lots this morning and found two new kinds of flowers—just two of them. Wish the entire field could be covered in these flowers, but the wild black birds probably had the seeds for lunch at one time or another. Will try again maybe in a week to see if any seeds might come up. We might get some more rain, and that is about all it takes in this soil.

 

It’s about time for the irises to start making flowers. Seems when the hyacinths stop blooming, the irises begin to bloom. It might be a wee bit early though. The weather affects all kinds of things—growing things like calves, lambs, flowers, and spring sprouts—but it also affects old things as well. Sneezing and snorting with the wind and the pollen and trying to get along in the come alongs. If a person is old, that one will understand the “come alongs.” It means it takes some real effort to get up and then get going. But, praise God, we can still get to going.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.