Two Showers!

 Two Showers!

 

It has not made me extra clean, but the old woman took two showers so far today. The first one was entirely perspiration! Had to PEEL my clothes off! But got the eleven bales of hay placed on the back drain line! Still have some bags of dirt to move since my feeble mind decided to wait until next year to put together this last raised garden bed. Those bags may be enough to completely cover that line. Cooler weather (think ice to the max) seems quite appealing at the moment. The wind whipping across the lake about January may change my tune!

 

Did you know that you can cook a ribeye in the air fryer? Makes sense, doesn’t it! Have cooked salmon in there, so beef is not the least bit of a problem. Medium-well throughout was just perfect. The two dogs got to have some pieces of fat, but for the most part, the old woman has had her steak for the month! Back to chicken, tamales, ramen, and veggies!

 

Thompson’s arthritis pills came from Sam’s this morning. Thought it was close to $160, but it was $134 for the 60 pills. That will enable him to keep jumping up on my bed. Ahem. No, it does not matter if the second dog jumps up there, but it does get crowded when they start playing early in the morning!

 

Wanted to tell you a little story about a six-year-old girl. She was just a wee bit different. She was good to mind her parents and loved to play in the dirt without needing to be watched. But she was supposed to start school when her mom went to work and the family had to hire a babysitter. Well, the babysitter was supposed to walk the little girl to school each day. The little girl was easily distracted, so the day the babysitter stopped to talk to her friend, the little child went to look at the crow in the cage. When she thought about her babysitter, that girl was gone already. The little girl walked half a block back to her home. She sat on the front porch and cried because she did not know how to get to school. The sweet old neighbor lady saw the child, comforted her, and then loaded her up and took her to school. The child had a new babysitter the next day.

Now in those days, it was not too uncommon for a child not to talk much (be seen, not heard)! And terms like ADD, ADHD, and autistic did not even exist. Children were either good and sharp, or bad and dumb as dirt. Now, the mother of this child could not understand while the child could not remember why she was sent to the store. Then one day the mother was sewing and needed something from the little store. The child went to the store and told Mr. King (the owner) that Mom needed “ricochet.” Mr. King, smart guy that he was, asked the child what Mom was doing. “Sewing, and she needs some ricochet!” Taking the child over to the sewing section, Mr. King asked, “Does it look like any of this stuff?” Well, sure enough the child picked out the rick rack for sewing.

 

Now the girl was not dumb as dirt, but short-term memory was almost non-existent. She could read before she began school, but the concept of tying her shoe laces was totally out of the question. And remembering TWO items to pick up at the grocer’s meant that she had to repeat: “bread and milk,” until she arrived—and then sometimes forgot as she stepped through the door!

 

The point of this story is that we should not label children as slow, dumb, autistic, or whatever term suits your prejudice. We ALL learn differently—and sometimes differently from a time in our past even! The old woman should probably make a list for every destination, but so far—if the list does not contain more than three items—making a list has not helped—probably because it got left on her desk. Just a reminder here: don’t label me forgetful or dingy, and don’t label any child something that would bother him or her.

 

We need to pray steadily that the storm surge, the high winds, and the damage to buildings and other things that we can mention, but most of all, let us pray for the protection and rescue of all the people and their critters in Florida and other states affected by this hurricane.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.