That Exercise Thing.

 That Exercise Thing.

 

My friend BillieRuth had a stint put in her heart ‘cause they thought her lungs were in trouble. The lady who came to see to it that she had plenty of exercise told her not to stop exercising. BR said, “Well, I HAVE to exercise. I have chickens!” See, she said some days she would just as soon stay in bed, but she knows her girls need to be turned out and fed and watered. Critters are good for us, just so you know.

 

Had to tell BR about John and Mary Rhoads as patients. First Mary had her knee replaced, and then John had his ankle rebuilt with washing machine parts or some such. John claimed that Mary was not just a real good patient as she hurt so bad it made him grit his teeth. But am pretty sure that Mary believes that John is worse that a bad patient because he is NOT very patient. He wanted to get up and go to work LONG before he was supposed to have that ankle allowed anywhere but up in the air. All this makes me think of my cousin John Pollard who informed me that dialysis three days a week is “just another adventure.” Unreal! But that attitude helps when nothing else would do.

 

John Rhoads sent me a joke by email and it made me sit here and laugh out loud. The dogs were concerned about me. But then had to send it to Sterling who called back and laughed just as hard. Will hope that no one is totally insulted by the joke, but if it is offensive to you—well, sorry about that. The finger through the TP was the one that nearly made me fall out of my chair.

https://youtu.be/mpFZiwn-Ltg  Now this may get me in trouble with FB, so if you don’t see me any longer . . . .

 

The dadgummed wind has been blowing well over “moderate” to the beginning of “strong” all morning. Wanted to go out and water and dig in the flower bed, but it feels pretty hopeless at the moment. When a body opens her mouth and gets the latest grit from Amarillo, well, it makes opening one’s eyes harder than chewing on the barbed wire residue from up in irrigated cotton country.

 

Patty went to see her dentist around noon. They took an x-ray and told her that if it happened again to come in to see them tout suite. Then they could tell what was going on—maybe—but currently nothing showed up to tell them which tooth was the problem. Such is the “practice” of dentistry.

 

Recently bought a bag of “fried chicken pieces” that could be put in the microwave. The bag said that the microwave would not produce as crispy a product as the oven. Duh. Not bad tasting, but think the little toaster oven might do a better job than the microwave. Will try that next time. Probably about time for some more tuna salad with peppers. Thompson said no thanks to the chicken, so that tells you what he thought of it.

 

Looked at my cell phone this morning and realized it needed to be recharged. Memory problems include words, charging phones, making lists, and a few other things not currently brought to mind. Sigh. BR said she has a cousin who comes to help her every so often, but doggoned if she could remember his name. He takes care of trapping and sending possums to heaven so that they don’t eat her hens. But we commiserated with one another over the things that seem to slip by our memory. Told her that even worse than trying to make a list of her meds for her doctor was trying to see what the letters on the bottles said! Lists need to be big enough to see without glasses, don’t ya see.

 

Don’t currently know what is going on in the world and can’t say that it bothers me overly much. My world is whizzing by sitting here too close to a highway and its noisy traffic. SO glad my dogs can’t get near that road! Sylvia keeps earning her keep by trying to help me breathe; Thompson keeps everyone’s hands away from the fence tops—bites of people might not taste good, but they never offer the second time.

 

Will ask you to pray for rain. My part of the world is so dry that the trees are beginning to whistle. Then, seriously, pray for those who are healing and attempting to get over infections (Sharon Dickerson) and surgeries. Will remind you all to be sure that you are staying hydrated. WATER is good for you, especially before bed.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.