One Cup Wasn't Enough!

 One Cup Wasn’t Enough!

 

Cleaned out the holder that keeps the dirt and dog hair inside and very carefully cleaned out all the dust on the sides of the holder. Then began to vacuum again. Couldn’t quite figure out if things were working properly. Well, duh. Had forgotten to put the holder back in the top of the vacuum. Sigh. Another cup of coffee to go.

 

Haven’t finished with the vacuuming, but have all kinds of good intentions for using the wet mop. My floors! Oh my! The dogs have such a good time stepping into their water trough and getting cooled down. But sometimes they go to the dirt before they come back inside. Sigh. Oh, my dogs! Earlier the old woman had to take her glasses off and leave them on the dresser in the bedroom. The perspiration was like rain on them! No seeing through those drops! But at least the AC in the office has me cooled off right now. Still, the house smells like peppermint because of the spray throughout the house. Walked over to plug in the vacuum in the office and met up with a great big wolf spider. Knocked him on the floor, but did not see him come out from under the cedar chest. Spritz, spritz and peppermint to the rescue! Sorry to have to use it in the bathroom because the geckos stay in there, but maybe they will stay on the ceiling.

 

Gave some girl in front of United Supermarkets a twenty-dollar bill the other day because the kids were collecting money for the new high school for something or other. Not sure just what they were doing, but she gave me a piece of plastic with a bunch of small print on it. Someone might want to use it, but think it is some kind of coupon thingy for different restaurants here in WF. AS IF the old woman would go to any of those places! Will see if the kids across the street might want it. They might go to one of those places. But just thinking about how we just had to pass some kind of tax bill to build these two new high schools, and already the kids are being sent out to collect money for whatever. Sigh.

 

When Lance was here the other day, he was somewhat surprised about the fact that we now have only two high schools and that the buildings with which he was familiar were no longer used for anything other than middle schools or whatever. Think Old High where Lewis graduated is not even being used as a school any longer. It was the oldest of the buildings. Lance and Jennifer both graduated from Rider, but not sure what it is being used for now. Not that it matters. SO glad none of my children are in public schools now. University classes for my granddaughter will be finished in a few years when she has her graduate degree, but other than that, the grands are through with schools. Do not feel envious of anyone with a child right now. School days are definitely different in this day and age.

 

Visiting with Lance and talking about what to try to keep the little pad on the rattan couch and he suggested Velcro. Well, duh. Why didn’t the old woman think of that! So ordered some Velcro patches today. We will see if Sylvia can remove that pad as easily as usual. Had to wash the big dog bed from Caballas this morning as she had mud all over it. Argh! It’s something all the time.

 

Sat down to listen to some video casts and read some funnies on FB when Roger sent me a couple of things. One was a lady running and being followed by her hens. Yep, mine meet me at the kitchen door and get right under my feet. Then one hen, Red, does a little dance so she will be picked up. She sits there and purrs to me while being held. So sweet. Showed Lance one set of eggs in a box not quite full and explained the different colors to him. The chocolate ones mean that at least one Marans is still laying. The really speckled one means that Thelma the Turkin is laying. The pink one is one of the reddish hens. The white ones come from the Amberlinks. It is so neat to have different breeds of hens and different colors of eggs.

 

Noticed this morning that FB is getting more political. Then read that all the immigrants just coming into the U.S. were able to vote. Hardly can believe that would happen in Texas. Last time the ladies at the voting place checked everything except my shoe size! But then saw someone posted about a van in a cemetery and the thought that maybe they were just there to register new voters. Oh dear! Surely hope that Mom and Dad are not still voting!

 

Just about finished off my salad, so will leave you with this thought: We have His promises. Whatever is allowed to come into our lives, He will use for our good. No matter if we don’t feel we have the strength to stand up to trials, HE does have that strength! Let us trust Him always!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.