Another Fitting.

 Another Fitting.

 

Ya know, some folks (young ladies) go for several fittings to get their dresses to fit just exactly how they want the thing(s) to fit. Me, this ol’ gal goes to the dentist office multiple times to see if the upper plate can fit well enough to help chew food thoroughly! That’s pretty sad, but necessary. Next time might be the charm when it comes back from the company that is making it. Just going to hope.

 

Got outside and cut up a bunch of branches that will go in the bottom of another raised bed for planting. Have not totally decided where it will be placed, but think it will be alongside the front fence next to the old driveway. Not sure if it will get more or less sunlight there, but as hot as it gets out there during the summer, less sunlight could not hurt anything. It’s not like starvation will be the next event if my tomato plants don’t make it. Plenty of weeds around here to munch on! Seriously! Not particularly interested in eating henbit or purslane, but know it is edible. Even know that the “wild lettuce” would be a good pain reliever if that is needed. Here's hoping that this particular knowledge will never be needed.

 

Read online about how goats or sheep will clear out a pasture or fenced yard down to the ground within a twelve-hour period of time. Not really wanting the vegetation totally cleared out, but would love it if some goats or sheep would eat all the wild lettuce! That stuff is prickly and almost takes over given a chance. Then there is the beggar lice. Not sure anything will eat that stuff. Will have to ask someone like Brenda Jones or Olga’s daughter about their goats and what they eat.

 

Kinda think the cheese and dill pickle sandwich eaten earlier is going to be called supper. Not particularly hungry this afternoon. But then, have been feeling better today and not hurting as much as a couple of days ago. Got energy to spare for a change.

 

Have decided on the house warming gift for oldest grandchild: an order of a case of bathroom tissue and a case of paper towels. Seems like everyone needs that stuff. Not sure where he is going to store it, but he is a pretty clever kid, so he will figure it out. Jennifer did a “facetime” with me yesterday to show me how the floors look now that they are finished. They were about to start cleaning from the top down to remove all the dust. Do not envy them that little task in the least. Still fighting to get my floors cleaned long enough to see a little shine in the living room. It amazes me how quickly the dogs are able to make a mess of that room!

 

Lewis would have been 80 years old this year if he had lived. He was 30 years old when Jennifer was born and 26 years old when Lance was born. We were just kids having kids in my estimation. And yet, today it is more like it was with my parents—16 and 18-year-olds having children! How do young ones ever grow up today? Unless they have some older role models living near them, how do they learn to have respect for others? Our children had teachers who repeated the Golden Rule to them: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Remembering Dorothy Hughes having that on a plaque on her desk in her classroom makes me wonder what would happen today if a teacher had something like that on his or her desk. They say that God has been taken out of the classroom. If they can’t live and speak about their belief in God, then that might be true. Would certainly not want to be a teacher in public school today. Would not want any position of responsibility in any such school. It is easy for me to understand why so many parents are choosing to homeschool their children. My belief in God moves my actions and thoughts each day. Oh, the hens do not get sermons, nor do the dogs get lessons in civility, but let’s face it, being around someone who feels blessed by God is better than being around someone who has no conscience about actions toward others. Pray for our nation.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.