Street Work!

 Street Work!

 

TXDOT is at its best. We have one lane going south on Kemp from Sw. Pkwy to Fenoglio and beyond headed to Hwy 79. Oh boy! Have a call in to someone at TXDOT asking if they can open up the entrance to our street by moving some of the concrete over even ten inches to give us wider access to the entrance. Otherwise, we have to make a 90-degree turn to the right to get up the street! We will see if the person ever calls back. The young man from TXDOT says it is a city street and THEY would have to take care of it. The city says it is up to TXDOT. Years ago, the city said it was a “private” street. They are not responsible! ARGH!!

 

The new denture is going to take some getting used to. Sterling says he still bites himself all the time trying to get used to his new one. Such fun. NOT! At least this one has some points above that touch the one below!

 

Went down to Patty’s this morning and visited for a bit. She had borrowed a few things to make it easier for her while her bathroom was being remodeled. We sat there and watched Roxy until the dog finally decided she was hot. She likes the kind of kibble that my dogs eat, so she gets a handout every so often of about two cups for her to eat along with her other food. Really think she has lost just a bit of weight since Ruddy died. She does not beg for food the way Ruddy did. Her big thing is being afraid of noises—thunder and any kind of loud noise. Last night she kept waking Patty up over the storm we had. Maybe they both will sleep tonight.

 

Got up and out to the east lots and started digging up sticker weeds—those long slender ones with multiple stickers on each stick. Filled up a trash bag before it was finished. Will get up early tomorrow and try to get the ones on the outside of the fence all dug up and thrown into a bag to dump in the bin. Despise those stickers! Father-in-law planted Bermuda grass in his field one year and had wall to wall stickers! Guess he did not know they were in the sprouts that he got, but he ended up with stickers everywhere before it was all over!

 

Have talked to a couple of places now about our street problems. The trash truck has made a “buffalo wallow” out of the end of the street on Patty’s land. We will see if the man from the city will call me back today, but if not, he will get another call tomorrow. And the day after, etc. Nothing like having to be an old battleax bother to pester until something is done right. Sigh.

 

Now that Israel has just about leveled most of the land in Gaza, it seems that Hamas might want to negotiate. Of course, Israel is still having to deal with the tunnels that lead under the border into Egypt. Hamas might be interested in releasing some hostages—or not. Seems to me that Israel needs our prayers more every day.

 

Speaking of prayers, Carol Thonton has that vein surgery on Friday. She goes in early that morning and has to stay a couple of days. Like most of us, she rather take a whipping than stay in the hospital. Meanwhile, the rest of us can pray for her and the healing that she needs.

 

May we have peace in this nation, and may common sense prevail in spite of the ignorance that seems to abound.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.