Vocabulary of a Texan.

 Vocabulary of a Texan.

 

Now many a person from the real South has probably heard someone saying that a bate of greens “shore ‘nuff” sounded good. Well, Siri does not recognize the word “bate” unless it is spelled bait—which is fish food as far as some of us are concerned. So, online looking found some instances of the word “bate.” One can wait with bated breath—think butterfly fluttering of heart in anticipation. Only one instance of bate was found that sounded anything like what is familiar to me: Ah et a bate of peas. Well, whatever the OED [Oxford English Dictionary] might have to say about this word, will just tell you right now that this particular Texan cooked up a bate of green beans last night. Thank you, Maggie Sewell.

 

Think my son waits in the hall while his wife sings at church, but he called me this morning to wish me a happy Mother’s Day. He asked if the card in the book amused me. It definitely did. Landon picked it out and said it fit: “Even the best moms yell ‘Sh*t’ sometimes. Happy Mother’s Day (and all that sh*t). Just have to appreciate that grandchild! This was the grandmother who gave him the wonderful book when he was younger called: “The Fart Book.” It named the different kinds, don’t you see. His other grandmother does not use that type of language. Raising eyebrows briefly.

 

It has been muggy and moist today. Think it rained a bit sometime either in the early hours or at least before this old body removed herself from the bed. The hens were happy to be released and the chicks seemed to have made it through the night well enough. The nine ninnys were running around in the green house side of the coops as happily as if they knew what they were doing. They may or may not have stayed in the coop up above the floor. Just did not concern myself with it. They can either get up or stay down. Not going to worry about it. Will eventually put some kind of roost in the side so that they can climb to suit themselves. Had even thought about giving them away, but have too much invested at this point. Shucks, they cost over $4 a piece just for a day-old chick. Then put another two or three dollars’ worth of feed in each one. Guess they will just have to stay here. The ones that grow up to be roosters will eventually find homes or a cooking pot at someone else’s house.

 

Looking forward to having my granddaughter come tomorrow for a visit. It is great that all the kids can drive now and have their own vehicles. But that drive is always going to have me praying for their safety. It is only two hours, but lots of trucks, deer, hogs, and other wildlife travel along that corridor. And the lack of “facilities” always makes it interesting.

 

Still don’t know much. Sharon has not improved considerably and has to get her blood pressure down before they can do the surgery. Landon is enjoying a liquid diet until they can take his gallbladder out Tuesday. Have not heard today how Reece is doing with his muscle strain, but am guessing he is trying to be still and not hurt himself further. Know how miserable that can be. Pulled whatever that muscle is between your shoulders once upon a time. Dr. Schaffner wanted me flat of my back for ten days. This was when the youngest one was big enough to talk and bounce but his was the little body caught in the air while heading straight for a window. Mother-in-law came and took care of my family as long as both of us could stand it. She taught Hanan the three bears’ story. You have no idea how a child of two can tell that story to warp it up. Then there was the three little pigs’ story. Take the two of them and combine for the umpteenth time. Yep, that was some sore muscles and sore brain cells combined. Still, it was sweet of Joy to help us out.

 

We may have rain again tomorrow. Promise not to gripe even one bit. That rain now will make a big difference in the lake levels this summer. God has just blessed us with some decent amounts without flooding us. If the hail stays away, we will be in good shape.

 

Let us remember those who mourn, those who need to be healed both physically and mentally, and those whose spirits are broken. Only God can truly heal all of us. Let it be so.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.