Sometimes the Answer Is No.

 Sometimes the Answer Is No.

 

Took my neighbor Patty to the Clinics of NT this afternoon. She did not realize what she was in for exactly, but she had to strip down and have a physical. Bleah. The nurse gave her a flu shot, but Patty told her that she was not getting another Covid shot or booster. And no mammogram or bone density tests were acceptable to her. No colonoscopy, no CT scans of her lungs or heart. She will be 66 on May 10 if she lives that long, but she does not want to know if her lung cancer has come back or if anything else is messed up or otherwise going to take her life anytime soon. She just does not want to know. Sometimes when doctors want to do all kinds of tests and take x-rays or some kind of scan, it is just better to say no. That is how Patty feels about it right now. Kinda understand. It reminds me of the surgeon who wanted to remove Dad’s cancerous lung while he was in the hospital having a hernia repair. The doctor who was his anesthesiologist told me that Dad would not live through it. In my estimation, it simply was not worth it. And over at the nursing home, the nurses did not fuss with the patients who were still coming out to the smoking porch every day at the times they could smoke. At 85, if that makes you happy, fume away!

 

The little chicks are running around the yard without Jolene, but the other chickens are not bothering them. Last night they went into their own little coop, but not sure what to expect from them tonight. They don’t seem to follow around any of the hens right now. It seems to me that the Marans took a couple of months to get to the point that they would huddle with the Black-laced Wyandottes back when they were put in the same coop. We will see. They just make me smile running around together. Three little black coated critters fluffing along has got to be pretty amusing.

 

Know less than nothing today. The weather forecast does not call for any freezing stuff the rest of this week—hooray! Would like to enjoy the sunshine without being blown to points south or east, but that is always a toss-up around here. Nothing to gripe about because griping has not done one iota of good in all these years. Can’t see that griping does anything except maybe exercise a couple of muscles. And you KNOW that brain cells look more like fat than muscle tissue.

 

Have thought about getting the mower out, but just have not decided yet whether or not to do it. The gasoline has been in there for over a year now, and that might not be good for the motor. And how would a person remove the old gas to put in fresh gasoline? Seems like they make some kind of suction device to do that, but maybe it would be something that Harbor Freight would have? Wish the old woman were not as ignorant as a doorknob, but such is life.

 

For some reason, my body is tired. Would it do any good to blame it on the weather? Too bad that reading does not provide the exercise that the physical body needs. Sigh

 

Let’s just be grateful for all the blessings of life that God has given us. Never take life for granted. It has been a gift that was given to us.

 

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.