Putting Things Off.

 Putting Things Off.

 

As much as it was dreaded, defrosting the freezer was almost a snap. Just removing the stuff still in there was the biggie. And after the little plastic freezer sacks were removed, not much remained to be put back again. Frozen fruit, some bags of meatballs, frozen veggies, and mushrooms—no, they did not GROW in there! They had been dehydrated and bagged for future use. Now the task will be to fill it up again with stuff that is on sale or otherwise useful. Have tried to give away the little frozen plastic bags that are useful for picnics and such, but so far no one wants them. Oh well.

 

Isn’t it strange how we can dread doing something and find that it makes us feel so good once the task is accomplished! With Grayson’s help, we managed to get the kitchen painted a couple of years ago. Now it still makes me feel good to see that pretty color. If dusting could be done this way—ONCE—and then not have to be done for a few months, who would need to dread anything? Would rather clean out the hens’ coop than dust this entire house! The coop stays pretty decent most of the time. The DE—diatomaceous earth—keeps the odor and wet stuff taken care of for quite some time before it needs to be raked and removed. Oh well.

 

Well, this day is about done. Made the mistake of reading a few headlines. God forgive us our inner rages and frustrations that we take out on others. No gun control can ever prevent the horrors of insanity playing out in any place, but our children should not be subject to unhampered murders. Just my opinion, but schools—all schools—should have locked doors and someone who can stop anyone trying to crash into the classrooms or offices. Churches should be just as well protected. Protection won’t stop insanity, but at least it might prevent some of the assaults.

 

Have not accomplished all that much today, but feel as if two days sleep would certainly be welcome. Nothing like dragging. But think the pollen count has a lot to do with my fatigue. Even though the wind did not gust and bluster today, my eyes still feel sticky. Hackberry pollen.

 

Talked to Barbara Matthews today about chickens. Mike is turning a shed into a chicken house. Told her about DE and a couple of breeds to avoid—Bantams lay eggs, but it is hardly worth the feed. My Hamburgs were good layers, but they hid their nests and flew the coop every chance they got. Just have to say that the old-fashioned hens that our grandparents raised were the best. Also, told Barbara that lay mash should be the hens main diet. Scratch is supposed to be fed as a treat rather than the regular diet. Had no idea about that until watching the videos of the Chicken Chick on FB. She has all kinds of good information.

 

Really don’t know much tonight. Just tired and feeling as if sleep can’t come soon enough. So glad that God gave us the ability to recoup our strength, our mood, our spirit with the simple closing of our eyes and relaxing the muscles in our body.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.