Twisting Winds.

 Twisting Winds.

 

Last night the winds were ferocious. Stepping out onto the deck, it sounded as if a whoosh of wind was actually twisting the plum tree, the crepe myrtle, and the seven-sisters rose bush. This morning, not one bloom remained on the rose bush. It still has some buds that have yet to open, but not one full bloom. Patty said that she stepped out onto her side porch and saw the same twirling effect upon her cedar tree in the dog yard. It frightened her into remembering the last time we had a bad wind like that which removed two of their large cedar trees, one cedar in our yard, and a paradise tree down near Mr. Black’s house. That was one shocking wind!

 

Wind or no, the stupid raccoon came back to visit. It got into the trash bin and knocked it over. Had to clean up the remains of the dead hen for the second time since it was now shattered over the front walkway. Danged critters! Not sure how to prevent the raccoon from getting in the trash bin again. A cinder block is pretty heavy for an old woman to lift, but that might work. [Put a stretchy cargo strap on it instead of a cinder block.]

 

Got my brother’s birthday present today. See large grin on the old woman’s face! Asked him today how the knee was doing. He is still in a lot of pain trying to keep it limbered up, but needs to do the at-home exercises more. He gets busy doing what he wants to do and then suffers when he goes to rehab. And now he and his friend George have set up a router for his wood work. Told him to be extra careful with that thing. Remember it was not the sort of thing that Lewis enjoyed because it was so dangerous. Don’t remember to whom we gave that tool.

 

Kinda considered mowing some weeds this afternoon, but not sure it will get done. Being lazy is habit forming. Just keeping up with these two dogs, six grown hens, and twenty-five chicks can keep me semi-busy. Hoping that the nine older chicks can be allowed to roam around in the green house section next week. It is not cold, so they don’t need a heater. We will see what next week brings. The forecast for tomorrow is a 60% chance of rain.

 

Had to laugh at the conversation that King Charles III had with someone while he was in his carriage. He does not like waiting around and not being “on time.” Think his little grandson Louis has the same temperament—“Boring!”

 

Oldest Dickerson grandchild graduated from North Texas University. No stage walk, but still has the piece of paper that says the years were worth it. Both of those children were able to get concurrent enrollment so that their stay in classes was shortened somewhat. If Lance had been able to turn all his advanced placement classes into concurrent enrollment, it would have been so much less expensive to send him to college.

 

Cooked a couple of soup bones for the dogs. Thompson seemed to really enjoy his. Sylvia turned up her nose for some reason. Oh well. Whatever suits them is their problem and not mine.

 

Wish the flags were not having to fly at half-mast. Since we know that rocks are just as deadly as any gun, we can’t be sure that trying to restrict gun use will do any good. It would seem to be more difficult to carry around large chunks of rock to the mall, however. We may all get to the point that we want everything delivered so we are not put at such a disadvantage by being in public places. As long as the world is full of hatred, greed, bigotry, and just plain stupidity, none of us will really be “safe.”

 

Let us pray for God’s Kingdom to come. His rule will be as the King of Justice and Mercy.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.