Projects and Promises.

 Projects and Promises.

 

Sitting here hoping that a certain young man shows up in the morning to build the new coop for the baby chicks. Of course, have also asked him to put a new roof on at least part of the coops. Bought the materials he thought he would need for the coop to the tune of $108.68. Could have been worse. Now if he supplies the tin for the roof and puts it on, we will be doing some good. Just about ready for the sixteen little pullets to be put outside in the coop. Have to come up with some sort of idea for a roost for them to use later and to start them on now. Chickens, even little chicks, love to fly up and fly down. Anyway, the materials are in the shed waiting.

 

The young man who was recommended to remove and repair the stupid front window came this afternoon. The guy who originally was hired to put the window in did it totally wrong. Roger Thonton came over to see if he could do anything about it shortly afterward, but it was beyond what he could do with just caulking or whatever that stuff was he used. Anyway, let’s lick this calf over again even if it has to be done by a different critter. Don’t even remember the name of the first guy, but he had no idea what he was doing and he got another man to do it. Neither one knew what they were doing, apparently. Such is life.

 

Got some mowing done and some weed eating, but still have a bit of mowing that needs to be done. The back yard could use it, but it is not going to see a blade until the old woman has much more energy. Doesn’t seem to take much to wear me out!

 

Tomorrow is the meeting of the Route 66 Group. Usually enjoy these meetings. Think Linda Fleming plans to be here this time. Haven’t seen her in quite a while. And Pioneer is a fairly good place to eat a meal.

 

Noticed today that Thompson is giving in to his back left leg. Guess he has hurt it running or something. Guess the two of us are getting older and slower in the comealongs. As the world turns, at least some of us are looking around wondering what happened. Guess we all get older and things just change one way or the other.

 

Today Patty said that she did not think this latest generation had a clue about what it meant to really work—much less work for a living. Some of them think that working is boring and just don’t see the point. Strange. Have read about the man who said that if you are doing something you like, it will never feel boring. Teaching always appealed to me and made me happy, but some of the students were terribly disappointing when they just behaved as if learning anything was worthless. Noticed a long time ago that you get out of something what you put into it. If you don’t care about doing something and doing it well, the return is not going to satisfy you either. That applies to everything from keeping the house clean to learning to live in a marriage. But, to be fair, each generation has felt critical of the following generation for one reason or another. At nearly 75, editing still is enjoyable to me, but the idea of working in a school every week just makes me tired!

 

God gives us the energy we need when we are young to do all the things that are required in life. Raising a family or providing a home are just the minimum for our efforts. But if we truly care about how our life is to turn out, we need something a lot deeper than just providing food and shelter. We need to work on relationships with others, and especially with God. We may not need to belong to a particular church to be encouraged to know about God, but for some, it is truly helpful. Again, the minimum means reading His word. Let us encourage others softly and quietly, but continually.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.