Decent Day, Decent Jobs.

 Decent Day, Decent Jobs.

 

Had to put the dogs in their thunder shirts last night when the wind, thunder, and lightning started. Got a VERY short shower, but will not even gripe. Supposed to maybe get another shower tonight to increase the humidity for the next several days. It figures. But maybe we won’t get anything over 104 for several days at least.

 

Got out early and cleaned out the two main coops and replenished the DE in the shelf in the middle coop. That stuff just makes it SO much easier to clean up after the girls. May, one of these days, create something like that shelf with sides in the front coop. Just need to rearrange the “junk” in long coop so that the stuff along the outside of the workshop can be placed inside out of sight. Don’t want this place looking as if Joe Bell lives here. A story goes with that name—Joe Bell—because his “house” looked like some of these squatters’ places made out of junk and stuff. Would not want my daddy to think he had driven up to notice a “Joe Bell” place!

 

Cooked some carrots and managed to walk away and let them stick to the pan. Argh. But then got back to the kitchen and cleaned all the pork meat off the bones and packed it into Ziplock bags. It is never just said and done when buying meat for the dogs. Cleaning up the cooking utensils, deboning, packing Ziplocks, and freezing the packages is all part of it. Oh well. It beats trying to buy that fresh dog food in the stores. And the ingredients are never a surprise. They may not exactly love carrots that have been slightly scorched, but they will eat them.

 

Mentioned today to Sterling how hard this ol’ ground is, and he reminded me of how Daddy dug the hole for our cellar. Each morning before he left for work, he ran the hole full of water until is came just over the edge of the work he did the day before. Then, that afternoon after work, with pick and shovel, he dug out whatever could be taken out. Sometimes, Sterling said the pick would just bounce on that ol’ clay! Don’t know how Daddy managed to get the oil tank inside that hole to make it into a cellar, but it worked well for years. The opening in the top where the oil field man would check the levels was the air vent for the cellar. And with Mom and Dad both smoking like freight trains, we definitely needed the ventilation!!

 

Still considering getting a small baby pool for the hens. Every time the fountain gets more water in the pan, at least one hen has to wade into the pan and drink out of the fountain. It seems to me that they just enjoy getting their feet wet as much as drinking the running water. Not sure, but they like things that move.

 

Lance plans to be here tomorrow. Looking forward to having him here for the day. He always is happy to load feed for me or do any of the number of things that are a bit much for an old woman. Really would not want to live down there near the Metromess, but the one and a half to two hour drive up here is not much fun in this heat. Well, and then the traffic on 287 is always such a challenge.

 

Saw that WF is getting bids on taking down a hotel near the river walk. The company that is giving it up gets to keep half of the land and is getting out of the lawsuit that was held against them. Guess the next thing will be the Sikes Mall. It seems the things that more or less made sense at one time are just going by the wayside. Right now, if a woman wants clothes and doesn’t want to go to Walmart or use Amazon, it’s either Cato’s or Kohl’s. Not much left in the mall. Oh well. Maybe we all just need to reuse and make do.

 

The folks in Japan are concerned about the possibility of another major earthquake. The trains are slowing down just to try to prevent any major derailments, and that really does make sense. The government is suggesting not going anywhere that is not essential also. It seems that they are trying to employ common sense even more so than anyone in California ever considered. And now, today, a big container ship blew up in China when someone forgot to plug in the refrigerator on some chemicals that needed to be kept cold. Duh. From one extreme to another, folks are either using common sense or entirely being sloppy about taking care of things.

 

Meanwhile, our job is to pray. Not going to suggest a place, a people, or a situation considering that hardly any of us are so unaware of what is going on in this world. But it is totally up to God to direct the consequences. All we can do is be as kind and considerate of others as possible. Let us trust Him for the outcomes.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.