Soup of the Day.

 Soup of the Day.

 

A banana and coffee with creamer made up a breakfast on the hill this morning. Then after Dr. Pitts got through with me, my entire mouth and nose, jaw, and lips felt as if they belonged to someone else. So, soup a la Ramen with freeze dried veggies made din-upper. Just did not feel as if chewing would be good for my tongue or the inside of my cheeks. But, here’s the best part: pain-free filling. He has only been doing this for 20 years, but he understood when told that my dental history had been “rough.” Yes, he knew what they used to do to kids, adults, horses, and any other critter that needed dental work. And going back this Thursday does not even give me the slightest case of hesitancy.

 

Have been praying part of the day for more rain and none of the possible tornadoes for which we are to be on the watch. Walked the east lots to check the fence line and noticed how dry the ground beneath the clover has become. Just hope that any rain does not just make the weeds grow around the neighborhood without anyone taking responsibility for mowing. We have at least two overgrown lots that will be true fire hazards as soon as it gets just a bit drier. And even my place is going to need some trimming of the front yard again. Will try using the little battery-powered weed eater in spots to make it look nicer. The iris and poppies are just going great guns currently, but neither of those flowers will cause fires.

 

Fell asleep after my bowl of soup and could easily just sleep until tomorrow—well, it feels that way. Not sure if that is from the stuff used on my mouth or if the old woman’s body is just a wee bit tired. When the young woman asked me how many years had accumulated for me, it took me a second or two to think. How funny!

 

Walked down to Patty’s to visit and exercise the puppers. Both dogs are doing well, as is Patty. It began to sprinkle after a bit, so we did not stay out long. But someone had brought a 50-pound sack of wheat while we were down there visiting. Mr. Miranda had been here. Put the wheat up and looked for more eggs, but only had three eggs less than two dozen. They wanted them anyway and came for them. Told Mr. M that he did not have to bring wheat or anything but could have eggs anytime they wanted them. Think his daughter explained to him. My Spanish is non-existent and his English is probably better than the Texan spoken here.

 

Mary Rhoads came the other day and invited me to the iris show this Saturday. Will try to remember to tell my neighbors about the show because those are the most awe-inspiring flowers and colors a person can imagine. Have only been to one show, but it is the sort of thing that makes a person who loves flowers just drool. As it is, the line of all yellow irises along my southwest fence makes me smile every time they bloom. Will be sharing some of the yellow, the purple, and the rust-colored ones with Grayson for his new yard as soon as he is ready for them. Michelle Malay said she had some extra ones she could share as well that would not be too difficult to dig out because they are so shallow. Just want to be extra careful not to somehow dig up a copperhead snake with the flowers. Her nephew shot ten copperheads one night coming out of the oak trees in their front yard!! Yikes!

 

Will ask you to pray for Israel tonight as we thank God for His many blessings upon us. We all know that prophecy tells us that these incursions and strikes against God’s people will continue for the duration, but nevertheless, we need to pray for our brothers. This entire world is like a haybarn full of problems and firestorms. One match in the right place in the exact time will be all it takes. May God bless and preserve us and protect His children.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.