Wet Dirt and Dirty Floors.

 Wet Dirt and Dirty Floors.

 

It’s so nice to have a good clean rain coming down out there without any real stormy weather. The rain makes things grow good, and the dirt out under the trees just makes nice stuff to track into the house. Just ask the dogs how nice it is to track inside with all that good stuff. They will just look at you and smile with their tongues hanging out. Even if the floors get another layer of dirt, this weather is worth it.

 

Had a cup of coffee and some banana bread for breakfast. The neighbor across the street cooks when he has nothing else to do. Kinda glad his wife is not fond of sweets since he could not eat an entire loaf by himself. Didn’t mention freezing pieces wrapped in Handiwrap and taken in a lunch. He will figure out the best way to keep his lunch cool and use up things like that. His wife brings home cookies and some kind of bread that her coworker shares with her. Those things make nice desserts, too. But she must not indulge very often as she is still just as slender and cute as a girl can be!

 

Patty called this morning to say that she is feeling better. But she couldn’t figure out at first why Roxy was sticking to her like a burr. Then she looked at the weather. Yep, it might not be audible to us, but a dog can tell when it thunders more than ten miles away!

 

My friend Michelle was supposed to come stay awhile today, but she woke up in so much pain that she could hardly move, much less drive herself up here. Not sure just what it is about the weather that is causing us to have so many aches and pains, but doggone if it has not affected quite a few of us. Used to think it was funny when some folks could predict the weather with a knee or an elbow, but, Dear Hearts, it is true and not the least bit amusing!

 

Training mechanics from EU countries at the Base, my neighbor told me about the student who asked about a certain button the instructor was saying would be depressed in order to remove a panel. Student wanted to know why the button was sad. Told my kids about this and they did not get it. Maybe it was the way it gets messed up in my explanation?

 

Watched a movie on my notebook last night. Lance downloaded Netflix for me so that it is not just the Kindle app that get used on there. The movie was called Mysterie. It was about a young girl who stopped talking after her mom died and her surgeon father who tried moving them to the mountains of some country to help them both recover from the loss. The father took them hiking in the mountains and got them lost, and an old man in a cabin helped them. But the old man also gave the girl a puppy who turned out to be a wolf whose mother had been killed by sheep farmers. Well, it was a great movie and just about what was needed right now.

 

Read a series of books about a young woman whose fiancé was killed in the Korean War (nevermind that it was not called a war). She became a “Zepherette” on the California Zepher train that ran from San Francisco in the West to Chicago in the East. The description of the train with the domes on top where the passengers could observe all the beauty of the surroundings just amazed me and made me wish for such a trip. Of course, most of the western portion took them across the deserts where we have driven before, but even so, the trips at night and during the winter sounded astounding. Have seen a train trip across Canada advertised that sounds very interesting, too. Not sure that Amtrak would be as good as what the Silver train was back during those days. Ah, nostalgia.

 

Received my first copy of the Backwoods Home magazine and have tried more than once to sit down to read some in it. Just too many things to read right now. Sometimes my reading leads to prayer, and sometimes it leads me to see blessings right in my own front yard. Yes, the tiny squash that are growing in the flower bed, the sweet potato vines taking the pots, the watermelon vines sprawling across one section of the zinnia bed, and the four okra plants that seem to be doing their best to put on big, bushy leaves are all among the blessings! Can you imagine someone praying over a raised bed planter? Well, it happens around here. Maybe our Father appreciates our love for the little things as much as He feels our concern for the greater things that bother us. Knowing He is in charge of all things is certainly a comfort to me.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.