Project Guidance!

 Project Guidance!

 

Jennifer and Reece came today. Reece wanted to hold a hen, but they are not exactly unwitting creatures. And Reece doesn’t exactly understand patience with silly critters. So, the hens outran him. He picked up a chick, and it bounced from one hand and out of the other. But he got them to eat out of his hand when he held it close enough to the ground. Got some meal worms (dead) for him so he could tempt them. They are flying all over that end of the green house side. Still think it is going to be next best thing to impossible to clip one wing on each chick. Not sure it will even be necessary, but will spend some more time thinking about it. They are still small enough that the dogs might snatch one up to taste. The dogs don’t bother the hens, but that is different.

 

With Jennifer’s suggestions, think the workshop will soon look much better. She put up some nails for hanging things and managed to put some things in different places before we went back inside and then out for breakfast. We went to Jimmy’s Egg where we had to wait just a wee bit before being seated. Service was pretty good and the food was tasty. Not sure what the spicy stuff was in my meal, but if it was jalapeno, did not see any great big slices. Reece was pretty tired and wanted to sleep, but Jenn would not let him, so he bought an energy drink and we walked around the new United. Jenn was shocked at the prices. Some things that she buys at Kroger were about two dollars cheaper at our store. She was saying that we have got a real bargain with this store! My feelings exactly.

 

Called the Habitat for Humanity store and made an appointment to have some things picked up that will never be needed around here. Hoping that they will take this great big air compressor out of the shop for me. Think the window that was in one corner was one Jerry put in the shop. Who knows where it came from! But it is leaving with the Habitat man. Meant to ask Jennifer if she thought any of the family would want those huge sledge hammers. Dear Hearts, an old woman could not pick one up off the ground. Drag it maybe, but not pick it up. And to think, Lewis used to swing that thing like a regular hammer! That man was SO strong! His sledge has his initials welded on it so one of the other guys would not claim it. They tended to “borrow” tools from him and not bring them back. He made some of his own tools in order to work on the big Cats. He was pretty good at it, too.

 

We got a tiny bit less than a third of an inch of rain last night. And we did not even have to use the thunder shirts. Not being greedy or anything, but a couple of days more of rain certainly would not hurt my feelings. My brother and sister-in-law are back in Arkansas, my kids are all at home, and my grain and feed bins are refilled, so it can just rain to beat the band as far as my feelings are concerned. Still thinking of a rain dance of jubilation!

 

Sharon Dickerson is going to try to go back to church tomorrow, so she is doing somewhat better. Saw that Tami Yonts was still cheerfully hanging in there. Noticed that Olga Weurk’s family are still looking happy and playing with all the little goats and calves. Haven’t talked to Maggie and her husband this week. Honestly, just about everything is right in the world for some folks.

 

We are reminded that we are to accept folks for what they feel about themselves even when they are determined to be a bit different from the rest of us. Not sure just what is so good about being me, but it is too much trouble to try to be anything else. Jenn reminded me today that some folks don’t want to be called Mexican or Indian or whatever. She has a friend who was adopted as a baby and raised in Iowa or Ohio or one of those strange places that are American but not Texan. Anyway, the young woman is dark as in from India. Folks insist that she tell them “what” she is or where she’s from. She just tells them she is American. Hello, if you can’t say Texan, then there’s no sense in beating around the bush. My family roots are Irish, Scot, German, Cherokee, and English—and who knows what. So, that makes me a Heinz 57 unless the Texan thing comes first. As Popeye said, “I yam what I yam, and that’s all that I yam.”

 

Oldest sent me a picture that included the U.S. Naval Observatory in the background and a guy with his shirt pulled up looking at his navel. Ahem.

 

Let’s be grateful for each day and the blessings in life! God has us in His hands.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.