Positive Thoughts.

 Positive Thoughts.

 

Mom used to say that we should always harbor positive thoughts rather than letting things stay on our minds to bother us. And Daddy would always say, “Well, I am positive this is going to bother me!” Yep, it is difficult sometimes to work on being positive with that kind of attitude. And Dear Hearts, yours truly quite often lets that problem Daddy had sit down and have a discussion with me! But we must work on these things. If nothing else, we can make funnies out of the bad crud that happens. Last night the old woman sang a song to Maggie Sewell that David’s wounds brought to my mind: “Well, I was going down the hill doing ninety miles an hour when the chain on my bicycle broke—I was skinned all over by the rocks and the gravel and punctured to death by the spokes!” See, now that sounds pretty positive the way my dad would sing it! Then he would go get that horrible mercurochrome stuff that stung like fire to put on the scrapes!

 

Finished the second batch of chicken quarters and cleaned up the roaster after bagging a gallon of chicken meat to put in the fridge. The dogs will have chicken breasts one more meal and then the dark meat for the rest of the week. At sixty-nine cents a pound, it is pretty cheap. Just wish it were not so time consuming and messy. Oh well. It’s not like the old woman has to work these days. Although, both coops need to be cleaned now and DE purchased at either Tractor Supply or the Feed and Garden Store. See, that is the reason that commercial dog food—the good stuff—is so expensive. They probably have a much more efficient process than what goes on around here, but machines still put stuff in there sometimes that should not be given to dogs.

 

It seems that memory becomes more of a problem every day. Know that my week is pretty well already planned—feed store or TSC tomorrow as well as Sutherlands to return the unused can of foamy stuff for holes. Then Tuesday a trip to the Clinic to take Patty for her check-up. Have to remember to take extra dog kibble down to her house for Roxy.

 

Just had to get up and go check on my two dogs. One of them got a little rough and made the other say something doggish. They play like kids. Truly love these critters. But watching them play “Big Mouth” and play growl is pretty funny.

 

Took the second arthritis pill for this dumb knee a bit ago. Would really appreciate it if the thing would heal up and stop being a pest when the old woman needs to walk around and get things done. Can understand now how my mother-in-law was hurting when she rubbed her old knee. Her house smelled like Ben Gay or his brother Guy. My house smells like a wet dog, but that may change if we ever get cold weather. Will give the dogs a bath and threaten them if they roll in any dirt! We would actually have to have some rain for them to get muddy enough to matter. Yes, they go out and get in their water trough and then get their feet dirty, but that is not usually the entire dog that is gunked up with mud!

 

Will mention that Monday is October 7, the anniversary of the horrible attack on Israel last year. Not sure if they were celebrating the New Year last year or what, but the days of the year in the Jewish calendar change from year to year because their calendar is set with the moon the way God set it up in the beginning. Anyway, just like 9-11, they may respond in a manner that makes us all wonder. At this point, all the rest of us can do is pray for Jerusalem and have faith in God. Oh, and in a conversation with Patty this evening, we were talking about how the Pope said that there are many paths to God—(other religions). Nope. Jesus said that HE is the way, and without Him there is no way to God. It’s in the Bible if you care to look it up.

 

Looking forward to seeing my brother Sterling and his wife Jacqui after next week. Wish it were not so far away to drive there. And wish that the old woman were much braver. Sigh.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.