Not Exactly!

 Not Exactly!

 

Years ago, back when Grandmother Pollard was having the book club ladies at her house one day, she was passing out plates of whatever and looked over at me and asked what would do for my lunch. At the time, some country western singer had a song going about a cheeseburger and a bottle of beer. Can you guess what my answer to her question was that day? Not sure if she was totally embarrassed or not, but all the ladies had a big laugh.

 

Today my silly thoughts ran to that cheeseburger and bottle of beer. Noon is absolutely not the time of day to go pick up food anywhere, so the old woman got out some pork steaks that Albert Leos had mentioned were on sale. A steak and a package of those instant fully loaded potatoes made a decent lunch—along with that bottle of beer. Shiner Bock! Sat there thinking that on one hand the number of bottles of beer brought into this house in nearly forty-four years of marriage could not quite cover one hand in counting. Lewis just did not drink unless it was a pretty special occasion. We had a bottle of rum or something like that which stayed in the bottom of the deep freeze for years. Big drinkers!

 

The men from Burkburnett came this morning early and mowed mine and Patty’s places. The entire place looks very nice. One brother weed eats and the other one runs that zero-turn thing across the lots like a race car driver! They get both places done in about an hour—and dear hearts, that is a lot of territory to cut and chop! The wild doves and my hens thoroughly enjoy all the freshly cut stuff out there. Looked down at the east lots and saw that they were covered in little grey feathered bodies!  

 

Michelle Malay called and said she was going to try to be here tomorrow afternoon. Surely hope so. It’s about the only really good hug that comes to my house! Anyway, she reminded me that United had their ground beef on for $2.97 a pound, so the old woman went up and got a couple of packages and then repackaged them into twelve little Ziplocks. The freezer now contains some beef for a change.

 

Saw a crack at the top of the back door the other day and realized that a snake could crawl up the door and come right on in. Guess who is going to see about putting a small spacing board right next to the place where the door closes at the top. Have had snakes—one at a time, mind you—in this house and am not fond of those critters! May let Amazon bring me one of those long-handled things that squeeze around a snake to pick it up.

 

Have mostly rested today since yesterday evening found every muscle aching pretty badly. Michelle thinks it is the weather since she is hurting as well. Who knows. Whatever causes it, nothing like being shut down just from trying to move around inside the house. Not every day is like this, thank God, but it would be nice if a warning could be posted before the aches really take over! And then, too, we are supposed to be in for some storms for a few days. The lakes must have missed all the rain because the city still says we are losing water. Guess we are all just going to have to ask not only for protection from the storm winds but for all the rain we need to even make it through this summer.

 

Patty seems to be doing pretty well today. Think she realizes that Rudy was so very thoroughly loved! Not many rescues have it as good as Rudy and Roxie have had it. It just amazes me that so many folks are having the same experience right now. Not sure why that is, but we each understand the meanings behind the love that goes into living with our animals. Love is so much more than just creature comforts. God has gifted these animals to us as examples of unconditional love.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.