Fried Dill Pickles.

 Fried Dill Pickles.

 

Michelle Malay brought some stuff by one day that included a package of chips—fried dill pickle chips! Not many folks would probably buy something like this to try, but these things are just plum morish—one bite calls for more. Made by a company called Utz, they come from Pennsylvania. Have a feeling that my tongue will be sore by the time they are a memory, but still, enjoyment means new flavors at times.

 

My weather station indicates that the rain came down to amount to over an inch. Not bad considering all the thunder and lightning. That was something else! The dogs were miserable even with thunder shirts on for the duration. The only part that bothered me more than the thunderous bangs was the wind that whipped around out there. It must not have been too bad as the irises that were already in bloom did not get torn up. And the poppies still look pretty happy.

 

My stupid front window leaked again, and the hen coop roof did likewise. Anyway, a young man by the name of Cliff King is supposed to call me tomorrow to see what he thinks about my windows. Then if things are reasonable enough, we will see what he thinks about the entire roof of the green house and chicken coops. Not like spending money is the most enjoyable pursuit, but some things need to be done no matter what. It’s a bit like being sure the brakes work on your vehicle.

 

Made some spinach noodle pasta with Italian meatballs and Rotel tomatoes with extra stewed tomatoes. The dogs were not impressed and it was really too much for one person. It is not easy to plan for one appetite sometimes. Oh well. Fresh veggies are all better than anything, so should probably just stick with them.

 

My brother tells me that soap operas are a mess and a never-ending situation for some people. And all kinds of folks get caught up in those messes. So, this afternoon SS was able to come down to Patty’s to get his Jeep. He thought he had a restraining order on his wife, but the judge had taken a week off because the courthouse was flooded. Sheesh! Guess his attorney did not bother to tell him that it would take another week. Meanwhile . . . But what really made me feel that it was worse than a soap opera was the fact that she took his service animal. Now that is just mean!

 

A young man who knew Hanan years ago is supposed to come tomorrow to see about these front windows on the east side. Have hopes of seeing them reset or whatever it takes to get the leaks alleviated. That water leakage can not be good for the walls. Here’s hoping it does not cost an arm and a leg.

 

Found a flea on me today. Guess the house will have to be sprayed again. This morning a spider joined me for breakfast. No, he got whammed onto the dishwasher and did not go into my food, but still. Spiders, snakes, assorted critters—and this is not just because the house in on the lake. Keeping a gallon jug of Home Defense has been the standard around here for years now.

 

Saw some memes earlier this morning that suggested that politicians were the least favored people in the U.S.—or maybe anywhere. Some of the jokes were much better than the folks who got elected in various offices. Guess that may always be true.

 

Storms may be pretty bad down around Waco this evening. Let’s pray that no one gets hurt and that property is not destroyed. We all needed this rain, but the wind and hail, not so much.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.