That 30-Day Pause.

 That 30-Day Pause.

 

You know how FB gives you that option of not exactly unfriending someone but simply putting their comments on a 30-day pause: well, that is what the old woman would like to have for summer. Just put this hot stuff on pause long enough to keep from having to run the AC units most of the day and some nights. And if it is not simply the heat that drives a person to stay inside and be still enough to hibernate, how about we put politics on pause until the end of November. It’s bad enough that we have to listen or read about what is going on in Gaza or in the Ukraine, but we can pray about those situations. But not sure that God has any plans for removing this excessive heat that is roasting our world in places.

 

Someone said we are in for a new ice age. Let ‘em visit Texas right now. Yes, we nearly froze to death in ’21, but part of that was losing electricity because of electric lines being downed with iced trees and other problems. We still have seasons—either heat to bake us or hail to wallop everything in sight or wind to blow us to kingdom come!

 

Have noticed this year that fewer birds are in my neighborhood. Put some water out front for the little critters, but whatever bugs everyone else finds to gripe about apparently are not visiting our hill right now. Have seen maybe three or four grasshoppers, and everyone else says the hoppers are eating up their gardens and flowers. Not here. My hens would love to get out and find some of those little tasty treats on the hop.

 

Killed another scorpion last night in the bathroom. Didn’t even need my glasses to notice or figure that one out. Think it was sickly, but that room has been sprayed twice so far this year. So thankful for protection from those creatures!

 

Took a nap today while the chicken thighs were cooling in the roaster before being deboned. Guess Thompson could smell them only so long before he let me know he was ready to eat. He has a certain kind of whinish voice for “time to eat.” And he will be persistent if he thinks he is being ignored. Anyway, both dogs are fed, the skins off the thighs are peeled off, clipped into small pieces, and given to the hens. Two or three more days of topping to put on their kibble is now in the fridge. Have one container already thawed from the last time it was breast meat that was cooked. Think the old woman may just make a small container of chicken salad out of that one. Two birds with one stone, ya know.

 

Trying to stay away from any of the “news” around the world or even here at home, but it is not easy to do. Don’t think anyone wanted to read what was written about my take on justice, but that is ok. Sometimes my opinionated blog posts just are not interesting unless it clashes or agrees with those of the people who read them. The nicest thing about following a blog, if it looks uninteresting, it can just be scrolled right on by.

 

Posted something from my friend Carol Thonton. She has some stopped up veins in her thigh. Somehow the surgeon hopes to harvest some better veins to replace the main one that is stopped up. Sounds as scary as when Roger (her brother-in-law) had to have some veins replaced in his heart. But guess that was an entirely different situation. Anyway, my prayers are with Carol and the surgeon who will be working on her. That’s coming up on the 12^th of July.

 

Maybe in a few days the gumption will arrive to help me get something done about putting together another raised bed. Seems like the wind and heat are awfully hard on the two places where they will fit, but nothing out back is any better. Have a bunch of branches and sticks to put in the bottom on top of a bunch of cardboard. Just have to see if some hay can be brought up and used for filler before actual dirt is applied. May still get cucumbers planted this year!

 

Have read about so much that is uncertain in this world lately that it makes me so very happy to know that it is not my job to be concerned about all the ins and outs of world finance, religious chicanery, or political stupidity. Did find that one meme that talked about how the Romans put their senate members through a test of financial integrity by examining their finances both before and after their one-year term was complete. If they made money off of being a senator, they could be put to death. We would not have even one congress person alive today with those standards in place! But the best reason for none of us to have any particular concern with what is going on in this world is simply a promise. That promise is one that can never be broken or otherwise warped into any strange meaning. Our Father said that we can trust Him. So, no worries.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.