Prayers and Promises.

 Prayers and Promises.

 

Please pray for my sister-by-another-mother Sharon Dickerson. She had to go into the hospital early this morning with what she thought was food poisoning. Some of the same symptoms, but it turned out to be gall stones. They are not sure she can handle the surgery right now and may insert a tube in her side to try to remove gall stones—this is according to her husband Jimmy. Not sure he got it right, but he said he had to come home because he had things he had to do. Has a physical in the morning at eight and won’t be back to hospital until around noon. Anyway, please pray for her. She has had it pretty rough so far this year for one reason and another.

 

Stephen and Caleb came early this morning after it stopped raining and worked on the coop for the new little chicks. It may be a while before it gets finished, but he also plans to put sheet iron on the roof to cover the middle coop and part of the green house. He said it would need a light in there, but it just so happens that Jerry left two good windows here that he got somewhere. One window might not be much light, but by the time the chicks are ready for the yard, it might be enough.

 

Went out to meet with the Route 66 Group today. Kinda splurged on a steak with mashed potatoes and fried okra. Asked for medium well and got red inside type of meat. Did not eat the meat and brought it home to recook and put on meat tenderizer. Won’t order that kind of meal again. Sigh But at least it was a good visit with the ladies at my end of the table. One lady had lost so much weight that she really looked unhealthy, but she had a sweet attitude. Sometimes that is the most one can ask for. At least she seemed to enjoy her soup and crackers.

 

Went over to TSC to pick up a bag of scratch. The hens still think that they need that stuff no matter how much good stuff is in their feeder. Spoilt rotten, just like an old woman and two dogs around here. Picky, picky, picky.

 

Have managed to pull a muscle in between my shoulders and sitting here griping to myself. Jennifer told me the rain storm this morning was God’s way to tell me to slow down and take it easy. Ok, but it was 90 degrees this afternoon—that is the Texas steam cooking type of weather. But Stephen and Caleb will be back tomorrow to put on the new roof and work on building the coop for the sixteen pullets. Have to go out after dark and pick up the nine ninnies because they haven’t got sense enough to go back inside their little coop at night. Picking them up two at a time and putting them in the laundry basket is such fun—well, sort of. Still hoping Caleb will be able to weed eat the east lots either tomorrow or soon. By that time the entire back yard will be standing weeds! Dang! Some farmers grow good things to eat. This old woman grows the healthiest weeds ya ever did see!

 

Caleb found the tennis ball thrower out in the chicken coop today and threw the ball for the dogs. Now Thompson is whining because he ran too much. Poor baby. Not sure if they make muscle pills for dogs. sigh

 

Jennifer knows that these silly chickens make me happy, and she thinks of things that are neat for them, so she had a “donut” type rubber ring thing sent to me so that corn could be frozen in rings for them to eat this summer. Those chickens have no idea that others even have a thought in their heads—much less thoughtfulness about their fun. Lance knows that words matter to me, so he sent a book called “P Is for Pterodactyl, The Worst Alphabet Book Ever.” Had to read it immediately! Sat here and laughed to myself. Oh, and learned a couple of things. “All the letters that misbehave and make words nearly impossible to pronounce.” Hello! They could have just listed several town names from different places in Texas—Pflugerville and such or Bexar County.

 

These two children both were born in May and remind me that this is the very best time of the year. Somewhere among all the pictures is one of Jennifer sitting on her brother’s back and working him over with a toy hammer. Yep, they loved each other then and still do today. So very thankful that they have a good relationship.

 

Prayers are going up for my son and his daughter Rachel as they fly out to NC tomorrow to drive her car back home to Texas. Let’s hope that the roads are clear, the traffic is light, and folks are kind enough to drive with caution. Family really is what God wants us to understand so that eventually we will know how to behave in His family.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.