Lost Count Again!
Killed two more scorpions last night, but have lost count of
how many that is now this year. Usually, not always, but if they are in the
house, it takes my breath away for just a bit. It also makes me decide to spray
at least some parts of the house again. So, today the house smells a bit like
peppermint because of the bug spray. Last night, the first one was in the
corner of the bathroom ceiling near the back door. Got a curtain rod out of the
bedroom and killed that one after the Windex failed to soak it enough to make
it fall down on the floor. Later, in bed, the sound of something hitting a
shade on the ceiling fan made me wonder, but the scittering feel of something
across my back had me sitting up and looking for whatever it was. Sure enough!
Great big scorpion was hiding under my pillow by that time. Picked up one of
the antlers the dogs chew on and killed that sucker! Then had to clean off the
sheet. BLEAH!! Despise sneaky critters that hurt folks and my dogs or hens! And
yes, this old woman told God thank you for the protection from these horrible
creatures!
Had all kinds of good intentions for going to United and to
the feed store today, but good intentions didn’t go get the truck up and get
any of that done, so maybe tomorrow or even Monday. Then the question of WHY
the old woman does not buy TWO cans of Bavarian sauerkraut at a time comes up.
Have noticed that either too much sausage or too much sauerkraut works out to
one or the other being left over. Hmmm. Maybe put it on the grocery list with a
question mark?
When Sterling came the other day, he brought Mom and Dad’s
Petrolia Pirate annual from 1944. Daddy graduated that year, and Mom was a
sophomore. Both were on the annual staff that year. Then they married July 31
before Daddy went into the Army. They turned 16 and 18 that November. Looking
through the annual, Carol Rutledge’s mom and some of the folks my parents ran
around with were in there. Then Donna Furhman Reeves’ daddy was in there along
with so many people from the Petrolia, Charlie, and Dean area. The young ones
were listed and their pictures shown. It was a walk down memory lane. Sometimes
the stories my parents told me remind me of what things were like for them
before cars were totally the only way to get around. My dad rode his horse to
school some of the time while he was growing up, but he only rode to Petrolia
school for a while. Not sure if he rode to school with Granddad the last year
or not. Wish now that we had talked more about those things. Think one of the
neatest discoveries was a picture of Myrtice Moon who taught like 7th
and 8th grade kids. She was one of my favorite teachers years ago!
Checking on Patty this morning and discovered that she had
been up because of sciatic pain since about six. Went down there and applied
some cream Jennifer had bought for me and discovered that her husband had
bought something similar a couple of years ago. So, she now has a good supply
of the same thing that stays on my bedroom dresser. Honestly don’t know how
folks made it before Aleve, Tylenol, and that assortment of pain meds were
invented. Remember that my great-grandmother’s house always smelled like Ben
Gay! Well, maybe even the mother-in-law’s house smelled that way, come to think
of it.
Not getting’ into politics, mind you, but saw a post about
the next Super Bowl being between the patriots and the stealers. Had to laugh. Jacqui
informed me that my oldest niece is violently anti-Republican. Oh well. Some
people don’t see my posts on purpose.
Will remind you all that some of these children, especially,
need our prayers. Raye Louise, granddaughter of an online friend named Diann
Dennis from Arkansas, is having to have treatment in her eyes for cancer. And
then there is the grandson of our friend Angel who had the seizures and was
treated with a medication that increased the problem. Let us pray for him and
his parent that he can totally recover from the damage caused by that drug and
whatever caused the seizure in the first place.
Finally, may those who grieve be comforted. Even Christ knew
grief, and wept. He knew the final outcome, but He also knew how loss affects
us.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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