Scrambled Eggs.

 

Used up about a dozen eggs this morning making scrambled eggs with pepper jack cheese. Pretty good stuff. Of course, most of it was intended for these two dogs. Just wanted to be sure the eggs were used before they got out of date. These were laid the last week in June and needed to be cooked. Thompson does not mind eating eggs or toast or anything of that nature, but sometimes he will wait and try to eat it later. With two dogs, that seldom ever happens. Sylvia is just a bit of a long gut! Anyway, those are all used up and have eggs ready for Dr. Blackwell to pick up tomorrow afternoon.

 

Just finished making some guacamole and putting most of it back in the fridge. Will try to eat most of it by tomorrow since the lemon juice has apparently already been used. Oh well. DARK guacamole is just as good as the light green color—unless it has been left out. That is a no-no! One has to be pretty careful about leaving anything out on the cabinet or table. Food poisoning is not funny!

 

Talking to Lance last night about their “grand dog.” Seems she ate one of the books sent home with him from here. The children had several Disney books, books of fairy tales, and the Dr. Seus books. Their daughter’s dog ate a Disney book, so she looked online and found another copy. He says it does not smell the same as the old one, but it is readable. We laughed then and talked about Jennifer’s favorite book—Hands, Hands, Fingers, Thumbs! It may have been a Berenstain book, not sure. But she carried it everywhere with her. One day, after turning on the oven, a smell told us something was burning. Sure enough, she had “stored” her books in the little broiler door at the bottom of the oven. Rescued the books, but her favorite got a bit browned on the cover. She just took it to her daddy and sat in his lap to have it read to her again! Sweet, sweet memories!

 

While we were dredging up memories, we talked about his blue toad. No, toads are not normally blue, but he caught one under the cucumber vines in the garden and brought it in. It scared the wee out of his mom when he screamed because he thought a snake had him—it was the cucumber vine and the toad just hopped onto his foot. But back then his mom could still jump a chain link fence to get to him. Whew! He brought the toad into my kitchen where Jennifer was sitting at a little table playing with finger paints. Honestly think the paints back then were a higher quality because the color stayed longer—in the case of that toad, it was at least two years. You see, Jennifer said, “See, see!” So, Lance asked and mom nodded and the toad ended up on her little table right in the middle of the blue paint. Lance and mom ended up at the bookcase looking up the difference in a toad and a frog, so when we walked back in the kitchen, the toad was gone! It was not too difficult to find it. Blue splat marks went across the kitchen linoleum. Lance was disappointed that his toad could not stay in the house, but he put it in the flower bed where it would find bugs. The next year he found his toad again and KNEW it was the same one because—you guessed it—the toad was still blue in spaces. Oh, and did you know that toads will eat the canned dog food and the dog will just back off and let it?!

 

Carol goes in for vein surgery tomorrow, so let’s keep her in our prayers along with Zeke, Jacob, Nate, and those dealing with diseases that are too much for nature to heal without help. We may only have God and prayer, but that is more than anything else that can help.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.