Yards and Acreage.

 Yards and Acreage.

 

Not sure exactly how much land these four lots encompass, but let me tell you that lots of grass and stuff can grow up out there. Today Stephen brought the twins and their zero turn, a good weedwhacker, and a push lawn mower. Then Stephen worked on mine, and glory be if it did not start! SO happy over that. Now maybe the old woman can do her own thing with cutting just the areas that need to be cut and leave the rest alone to flower. But, last night when sitting around grumpily assessing the necessity for grass conquering ways to suit myself, danged if the old woman did not get online and order one of those push lawn mowers that runs on a battery. Stephen will undoubtedly have to help put it together, but at least it should be here by Wednesday. Anyway, did a little weed eating and pulled some grass from the front flower bed. It will take several days to get it under control, but such is life. Sitting on my backside is not all that difficult for weed control, but some of those roots are really embedded. Wish the hens were able to help me. Even the dogs love this grass.

 

Went down to Patty’s to let the dogs run a bit. Both of us were having trouble breathing. No excuse on my part except for allergies and the high pollen count. She has some fire ants, so sprinkled poison under the table and tried to keep the puppers out of it. Finally gave up and left them next to Patty, so she took them inside. Her tree trimmer is supposed to be here Tuesday, so we will see what gets done. Meanwhile, have to call Oncor and see if they will come cut the limbs out of the high lines. Have seen them make a V-cut in trees before, and that is fine with me. If the stinking Bradford pear went all the way to the ground, it would not really be much of a loss. It is good for bird nests, but that is about all. Otherwise, it is only a small amount of shade for the front yard. Meanwhile my yard looks pretty good. No one would understand why only part of it is cut, but if they walked out and saw the Bachelor Buttons growing up tall, they might understand. Stephen accidentally got some of the poppies growing up next to the front flower bed, but that is not exactly a disaster. Still have plenty in the bed and in the edge.

 

Cooked a beef roast last night and have been using it for topping off kibble for the dogs. It was a really small roast, but it still fed all three of us. Now have the GOBO or BOGO roast in the bottom of the fridge thawing. Will probably cook it tomorrow. These initials for things have thrown me for a loop more than once: get one, buy one or buy one, get one. Silly stuff that we are supposed to be able to translate. Sigh

 

Picked up a case of water the other day at Market Street and then had to put it in the wagon back at the house, so guess whose back is somewhat sore. Yes, really stupid thing to do, but no one was around at the store to ask, and here at home the dogs can’t help me lift much either. Oh well. The tap water is not that bad lately, so anyone with a brain cell would use one of those filtered jugs and just keep a closed mug handy. May have to think about that and decide if my mugs will work for that. Use one for hot coffee when going somewhere, but not here at the house. Silly, huh.

 

Athena the hen is looking mighty droopy. She does not seem to want to eat, but she does not show signs of illness. Not sure if catching her and dosing her with VetRx would help or not. Catching her would be the hard part. She is definitely a squawker!

 

Well, tomorrow the time on the clocks will change. Guess what. The hens do not give a rat’s behind what the clocks say. Open the coop door and they will either get off the roost or not. Same in the evening. If the sun is still up, they hesitate to go to roost. They live by daylight and dark, dear hearts, not anyone’s time piece. Why can’t we do that? At least it should remain the same all the time like they do in Arizona. Stupid time changes! Now have to go through the house and mess with the clocks again. Oh well.

 

Sitting here wondering if my brother is doing ok with his gimp foot. Called him and he said he forgot he was a gimp and stepped down off the trailer where he was hauling wood to his ex-wife’s house. Reminded him quite quickly that it was still might sore. Ah, such is life. He told me the mower would make it a lot easier for me. Here’s hoping. Wondering if Roger Thonton and his wife Susan are mowing their property out in Petrolia. That has to be a pretty big job. But they have a zero turn as well. Ah, my thoughts just went to the fact that gasoline for my zero turn needs to be bought. Danged stuff is expensive as everything right now. Oh well. It is just money, right?

 

Let’s remember to be grateful for life and laughter and friends who are as sweet as honey. Let us ask God for His mercy for all. Life is not complete without His love.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.