Sauerkraut and Sausage.

 Sauerkraut and Sausage.

 

Cabbage does not have to be raw to go well with this diet. So, the sauerkraut and sausage was ready on the stove when AJ brought over some chicken stew from Shona’s house. Very tasty! Only used half of the sausage in my pan, so that is going to be a couple of meals tomorrow. And learning to like coconut milk should not be all that difficult. Shake it up good and it almost tastes like real milk.

 

Folks may get tired of listening to me growl about my knee and this diet, but that is pretty much all that is on my mind other than how to get out to take care of the hens without giving in to more than growling. Judie Brunson said she is having fits with her knee, too. But she has that really bad kind of arthritis. She has even broken bones just going through a pole fence! Just don’t want this mess to get any worse than it is.

 

The wind was so bad last night that Thompson could not settle down. And the branches that Lance piled up in a hole blew across the yard and landed by the middle coop. Drug them back and kinda hope they stay there this time. Anyway, no sense in worrying about what blows in or out around here. It’s Texas, and the wind is going to blow!

 

Took some time to read this afternoon about a family that ranched in Montana. Mineral rights and ecological considerations seem to be the most trying part of living in some of that part of the country. Could not stop thinking about what the oil pumps have done to West Texas. Out there the unplugged holes from old wells have started shooting salty water high into the air. The water will ruin the ground for growing anything, of course. And the oil that is still in the ground can be set on fire if folks are not careful. It’s just a horrible way to treat the earth. Digging any kind of mineral out of the earth should be done carefully, but greed is always the winner in any endeavor, it seems. Wish folks were always more considerate of the earth and what our actions do to those who live there.

 

Watching a little bit of the videos from western NC this morning and the group from Samaritan’s Purse. An entire swarm of them were cleaning up stuff around the edges of the river and out of the trees. It reminded me of all the tin from barns and such that was wrapped around the mesquite trees here at home when the tornado finished that night in April of ’79. Driving back out to Petrolia to see my parents, we saw that there were zero fences for holding in cattle or any kind of livestock. Made me wonder where all that wire went to. In NC, everything had to end up somewhere at the end of all those rivers. A big ol’ wall of water could move most of a mountain one way or another. But the same is true in Florida along the coast. Just makes a person shake their head and feel amazed.

 

As a child, someone gave me a little necklace with a mustard seed inside a glass bubble. In Luke 17:6 Christ said that even if we only had a bit of faith—as small as a mustard seed, it could grow so that one could say to a mulberry tree that it should go fall in the sea and it would. It seemed to me that the last hurricane got whittled down by the believing prayers of those who wanted folks in Florida protected. Right now, my prayers are that God will give this nation a strong leader who will not attempt to hobble Israel. Common sense tells us that to fight an enemy, we don’t let them keep their strongest assets. So it is up to us to vote and to pray to God to protect Israel and also this nation that was founded on the belief in His laws.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.