Umbrellas with Breakfast!

 Umbrellas with Breakfast!

 

We actually had some rain for a little bit this morning. While Lance was putting away some sawhorses and cutting down huge sunflower stalks, it began to sprinkle. By the time we thought about going to the feed store, it was doing a fairly good job of threatening rain. Rather than haul feed in the rain, we just went to Pioneer on Maplewood and had some breakfast. It was just too much food for both of us, so we got a big to-go box and brought some home to the dogs. While at Pioneer, two older men came in with their umbrellas and still looked as if they had plenty of rain blown on to them. Another man had his little girl eating with him for breakfast and had clothed her in a cute rain suit. She was just precious! What was truly funny was that his clothes—while a different color and size—matched hers! Daddy and daughter day!

 

Sent some “tech” jobs home to the oldest Dickerson kid. Lance sent a message shortly after returning home to tell me that the little freezer cubes still worked correctly but that the energy cubes used to plug them in were the wrong size to charge them fully. Go figure. Those came with the silly things! Oh well. Maybe the roaster sent home with Lance will be made to work again while the tech person is doing the magic of repairing things.

 

Lance and Tracy also found a rather tall thing that swivels with a fan that has a container for ice and water in it. The fan cannot cool a room completely, but it certainly makes my living room feel better. Anyway, certainly appreciated their thoughtfulness! This summer has been a booger!

 

Had the feed inside the middle coop with the door closed today to attempt to keep the wild birds out. However, the hens acted as if they were starved this evening when the door was opened. They had wheat, sunflower seeds, and all the water and grass they could get, but only a small portion of lay crumble was in a feeder out by the workshop. It still had crumble in it tonight as well. Think it was just the idea that they did not have the regular feeder at hand is why they acted all silly about the door being closed. Oh well. That means the critters are creatures of habit—just like us.

 

Lance sent a picture of a tee shirt design that said: “Sons of Arthritis—Ibuprofen Chapter” on it. Had to laugh and sent it to Jacqui. Guess she showed it to Sterling, anyway, she said her shirt would have to say “daughters of . . .” and the old woman sat here and nodded her head. The older we get, the funnier some things seem to us. Like predicting the weather by the twinges in our knees!

 

But let’s face it, not everyone is as privileged to get to our age! God took care of us for so many years and through all of our foolishness, and now we can appreciate watching others learn the same way we did—one sore muscle at a time! Sitting here hoping that Lance is not sore tomorrow from hauling feed to the workshop, rearranging the back yard, repairing the fence, cutting out a couple of trees, and other assorted silly stuff that the old woman finds difficult.

 

The weather is still reasonable this evening, but the fans still make things feel pretty good. The hot stuff is supposed to be back tomorrow. Sigh. Even so, this little cool spell offered hope. Keep remembering that we can’t do anything about the past; the future is not promised; and God gives us the present to appreciate life right this minute. And Dear Hearts, He has been so very good to me and mine. Love my family and friends. Love this nation. But most of all, the savior known as Jesus Christ has my undivided love. HE is the source of my hope!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.