Shona's Formula.

 Shona’s Formula.

 

Today my sweet neighbor explained to me how an old woman overdoes whatever she is doing. See, if the job is there, and if the energy is mostly there, then the job gets done. And if something STILL needs to be done and the old woman is still standing, then the effort is put forth to finish—mostly—the entire job. Nevermind this doing it in stages so that one’s energy does not totally drain away. Suspect that this is an inherited trait, by the way. Does that tell my daughter anything? She just needs to remember that it is THEIR job, not hers. Anyway, still finding plenty to do around this house, and that’s not including the sorting of screws, nuts and bolts, and junk ‘n’ stuff in the workshop! Still have to find the right screws to go with the drill bit to repair a board on the door to the middle coop.

 

Went to United early and came home with 30 pounds of chicken. Cooked one roaster full so far and deboned it. Another roaster full is on cooking currently. The other ten pounds may wait until tomorrow depending on how much energy is left at the end of this day. Made some chicken salad earlier and was not all that happy with it. Seems the breast meat was a bit stringy. Argh. Chew, chew, and chew some more and it still left a cud. Sylvia was not impressed. May leave the chicken breasts at the store for a good long while. The chicken quarters waste some of that money due to the bones, but at least every bite is tender. Sterling says that he always prefers the dark meat for taste. Think he is right.

 

Shona went with me down to the end of the street to look at the abandoned car. As we stood there, one of those wrecker trucks pulled in just because they saw us standing there. The men thought we might have had car trouble. Anyway, they hauled the thing off and told us to let them know if anyone did it again. Kinda think that the Green person who hauls illegal immigrants might have been the one to leave it there. Saw a mess of skinny legged men/boys climbing out of that car and getting into a great big 350 pickup truck that night. He is the only one who has one who has been in this neighborhood, and he owns a house over here on Lakeview. Oh well. Good riddance to the car.

 

The dogs and the old woman took a short nap this afternoon until the trash truck rumbled up and got Thompson into barking mode. Sometimes even a short nap makes a body feel so much better. Just renews the energy gap a bit. Thought about going out to work a bit in the workshop, but the ground outside burns! And a certain person needs to go out and put water under the deck for the hens. They are hot, too. Will be so glad when it cools off a bit and the rains soften the ground. Would like to plant a few carrots and turnips. Not much else will do any good right now until frost. As it is, we have lightning in the neighborhood even if we don’t get a drop of rain!

 

Michelle Malay gave me a book called “God Is with You Every Day” by Max Lucado. It usually stays in the bathroom on the little table so that it is handy. The reading yesterday was “Will you be Someone?” The idea is that someone is nearly always willing to help others no matter what the problem may be. In our world we need a LOT of someones to pray, to help lend a hand, to ask for assistance. Lucado made the point: Mary and Martha sent someone to tell Jesus, ‘Lord, the one you love is sick.’ And because someone went, Jesus responded. Now we are not physically going to walk to the nearest problem spot, but surely we can send our prayers to Jesus. We can ask for healing for those who need healing, comforting for those who sorrow, and peace for those whose minds will not allow them quiet. Let us be one of the someones right now, while we have all our marbles and strength for compassion.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.