Those PLANNING Days!

 

We all know what happens to plans, don’t we. Yes, best laid or simply impulsively random, plans can go all out the window or the nearest hole in the wall, but you can bet your biscuits they won’t go exactly the way you might have expected if you had had your druthers. Such is life. Had planned to go to Sam’s today to fill an Rx for Thompson. Thought about getting a membership and talked briefly to my girl. So will wait on Sam’s a couple of days. Why they charge more if you don’t have a membership might make sense, but it still irks me. But it is still cheaper to buy his meds there rather than at the vet’s office or Chewy. Then there was the plan to go pick up some cabbage and get the second shingles shot. Not bothered too much by the price of the cabbage, but certainly not looking forward to that shot. The first one just about kicked the old girl’s backside! Ouch and ooooh! And that was the second and third day! Sigh. Still better than what Sterling has.

 

Sterling said to get some kind of silicone spray to put on the tops of the shelves in this new pantry that would help keep them sliding freely. Want to do my best not to gum it up or mess it up, so asked again just a minute ago. Yep, had it right. While he was here, he fastened the battery back on the zero-turn. It works like a champ as long as the old woman can remember the right position for those handles. They have to be in the up position to begin cutting. But they have to be in the down position to start the thing. Oh well. Hear that rattling sound? That’s the brain up there.

 

One of my beautiful black Maran’s died. She was sick, but had no idea what was wrong with her. It’s not like it would be worth taking her body for an examination. Doubt seriously if any of the vets around here know diddly about chickens anyway. But at least the danged ducks have not been out in the backyard this morning. Talk about nasty creatures!! Now the water bowls might stay clean more than fifteen minutes!

 

Reading a mystery about a small California town where all the people pretty well know each other. Grew up in a small town like that. But some of us were never part of the gossip circles, praise be! It was enough to know that if we were seen doing anything even slightly wrong, someone would call our parents or grandparents—very quickly! Guess that would have been a good thing. Generally speaking, most of the kids who grew up out in our little Podunk town were good kids. Yes, they wrote on the water tower and then got called in to go clean up their mess. But if that is the worst thing a kid could do, they were still good kids. And the Ag classes all helped out if there was a fire that needed putting out or any other problem. They learned to weld and made cattle guards for ranchers. Think my friend Roger learned to weld in that class. And many of the 4H boys learned to shear sheep because my daddy taught the Ag teacher how to do it. And daddy had to learn from watching the gang of men who came up from Mexico each year to shear everyone’s sheep—all except for Grandmother Pollard’s sheep. She made the head honcho angry over something, so they took care of all the others until it was time to do her sheep. Then they left and did not come back. SO, my daddy sheared her sheep that year. That was the year that Granddad’s ram hit Daddy while he was bent over a ewe’s leg. His head made a nice impression in the shingles on the side of the house. Then Daddy roped “Satan” and snugged his head up to Grandmother’s clothes lines pole. Granddad had to reset the pole the next day! And Satan went to the sale barn.

 

Growing up out in the country was an experience! Wished many times that my children could have enjoyed it like we did. But they did pretty well right here on the hill overlooking Lake Wichita. Lots of room to roam. And all the neighbors watched over each other’s children. It really does take a village.

 

Let us rejoice in this beautiful weather while it lasts. God has blessed us with cooler temps and no really bad storms just yet. And spring is just now getting a good start.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.