Gluteus Maximus?

 Gluteus Maximus?

 

Dear Hearts, bend over and pull grass or weeds out of a flower bed for a bit and see what hurts that day AND the next day! Whew! Caleb used my wonky shovel to plant three little bushes for me because my get up and go got up and went. Been just a wee bit busy. It’s the season, probably. At least that is as good a blame as there might be.

 

TSC had their plants on three for $12. Kinda high. The bushes were 25% off, but the water sprayer was not on sale. The one out back was made out of plastic and went south one day this week. A water sprayer seems necessary to me. However, when we were kids, we put a thumb over the end of the water hose. Couldn’t stop the water unless the person was strong enough to bend the hose double, but don’t remember ever having a good pistol sprayer back then on the water hose.

 

And yes, pullets were back in the chick section. Wrangled the metal water trough and put it in the big bathroom. So now the bathtub and the water trough have chicks in them. The first chicks look to already be about a week old. They were leftovers from what had already been bought. So, four naked-neck chicks and five Easter eggers (straight-run so can be either rooster or pullet) are in the bathtub. Four blue Australorps, four Wellborn, four gold sex-links, and four Amberlinks are in the water trough—all little ladies. Have a man coming for my four black-laced Wyandottes and the two little roosters that came from Jolene sitting on some eggs. Only have one pullet out of that situation. Going to keep the two Coo Coo Marans and the five copper Marans. They are not as friendly as the Wyandottes, but they produce well. So far, have never had any hens that were just stupid or ornery except the Hamburgs. They would hide their nests and sneak out of the yard to do it!

 

Ordered some soup bones, ribs, stew meat, and fajita meat this morning from Bill Brown Beef. Had been intending to go down to Megargal to try out their restaurant, but they are closing it the 30^th of this month. Running a café or restaurant is a hard situation. Either employees that are dependable are hard to find, or customers are not real reliable—or both. Anyway, sorry to hear of its closing. But at least the price of his beef is still reasonable.

 

Jennifer sent me a picture of Grayson’s sunflowers that he planted out by the putting green. They will make a neat screen when they start getting taller. The seeds he got were the pretty colored ones, so here’s hoping he can save us some seeds. He also raises peppers and tomatoes—well, something like that. Will have to ask again. Right now, the yellow bell peppers, English cucumbers, and mint are on my mind. Have lost a passel of mint this past year. Have not had very good success with tomatoes for some reason. Good tomato seasons are only a memory now.

 

A man stopped to ask about houses in my neighborhood this morning. Don’t think there is such a thing as cheap real estate these days, but his church was trying to find someplace for a woman and her three children to live. Nope, not much available with anything like a decent price in WF. But it does seem as if the guy who owns most of the property over on North Church is getting his buildings fixed up. More of his family moving in, no doubt.

 

The poppies out front are so very pretty, and the bachelor buttons down in the east lot look pretty neat in my estimation. If the three little bushes planted this morning actually live, maybe a Rose of Sharon will be one of the things to make the front flower bed look as nice as it used to. Have some more seeds to spread out there, too. Watering is a bit iffy when the wind blows, but watering at night still works for most plants. Here’s hoping.

 

Talked to my dingy brother a bit, and he told me that when that new knee starts to squeaking, he will have to ask the surgeon where he put the oil insert in that thing. He figures the doctor will hand him a can of WD-40 and tell him to go on about his rat killing. We laughed about how we would look walking down a street with me with a hand on my right hip and him with his cane and both of us just a wobbling. Couple of old crows. But at least we can still laugh about it.

 

Guess we can consider ourselves very blessed with rain and no hail. We will undoubtedly be dry again by next week since the wind hasn’t stopped blowing, but maybe we will still miss the hail and tornadoes. We can ask for protection, anyway.

 

Remember those who need to be healed and those suffering from emotional stress. Our entire nation seems to be riddled with problems of the heart—the spirit of violence is upon us. God forgive us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.