Storms, Hail, Rain.

 Storms, Hail, Rain.

 

Had some groceries delivered after 4 p.m. yesterday and apologized to the delivery person for having him come out in the driving rain. He said it was ok, and not nearly as bad as delivering out in the hail! The hail here at the house came in two showers. The first one was with stones only larger than BBs. The second shower with hail was colder and had hail about the size of a dime. No big deal. Water stood in the back yard for a bit and made nice puddles out there. Not going to gripe even a tiny bit. We needed every drop of that rain. It will take a lot more to fill up Lake Wichita.

 

Jenn sent me a picture of the clouds before the storms hit their area. Their wind was ferocious. They did not get the hail, but 80 mph winds can get pretty vicious. Just glad that they had no real damage.

 

So many places have seen strange weather so far this year. It makes a person feel that the entire world is standing on its head at times. But then, sitting here with the front door open, the birds tell me that they really are happy. It is not too cold for them, and they may find bugs soon so that they can raise families. Little things matter.

 

Have been thinking about Jerry Hobbs today. It’s enough to make a grown woman cry to think about how his life and death affected his mom. One officer stood in my front yard and said that the only reason Jerry was not in prison was because of a “technicality.” Nope, DNA is not a technicality, dear hearts. And his was not on those two girls. While Jerry’s case eventually changed some laws so that those accused were immediately represented and recorded rather than browbeaten and abused, it is still difficult to prove a negative—how does one prove one has not beaten one’s wife, or dog, or child? Sometimes the folks in prison deserve to be there. And sometimes those who connive to get them in trouble in the first place are the ones that really need to be punished. Someday true justice will prevail. God knows the time.

 

For what it is worth, the house has been vacuumed and straightened somewhat. How it gets so messy? Well, let’s not blame it all on the dogs now. And the hens and the chicks never come inside unless they are carried inside. And you know who picked them up. Right. The wobbly hen who walks like a penguin is beginning to walk more like a chicken now. Maybe her back has improved or healed somewhat. Poor girl. Now if only the dogs would jump the hens instead of plowing through them!

 

Plum dumb today. Talked to Patty and texted Jennifer, but otherwise have only visited with the two dogs and several hens. They are pretty good company. Prayers are lifted up for those today who are ill with whatever malady mankind may develop. And may those who are prisoners remember that they are never alone. God stands next to all of us. Let us pray for peace of mind for those who have to stand back and weep for reasons known only to them.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.