Stocking Up.

 Stocking Up.

 

Filled up the wheat bin and added some hen crumble to the bin in the workshop. It never fails that it rains or does something this time of the year if the old woman lets her stash of chicken feed get the least bit low. Had the young man put the two bags inside the truck in case my energy ran out before getting the feed put into bins. But it is done and down to cooking for the dogs.

 

Ten pounds of chicken quarters are cooked, deboned, and the meat bagged up for these two dogs. Also, they each got a toy today. One has the squeaker deader than a door nail and the other one has stuffing dropped into the trash can. But they enjoyed them. Got them some pumpkin snacks that they liked, too. Don’t ask me why the old woman doesn’t just get busy and make them herself.

 

Got some fresh spinach, a handful of radishes, some cabbage and such fresh stuff as that to keep me occupied. Found the celery stalks instead of the little bags of pieces this time. Love making chicken salad with celery, pecans, and tiny pieces of apple. Need to go over to the Pecan Shed to get some decent pecans. Those in the store have been frozen or something. Anyway, had teriyaki salmon with a spinach salad for brunch today. Had planned to have some more fish this evening, but just not in the mood. Cottage cheese with blueberries instead. After cooking all that chicken, it doesn’t even appeal to me.

 

We have had thunder, lightning, rain, and some wind so far this afternoon. The dogs are right under my feet. How that helps is not really clear to me, but kinda agree that it feels better than being alone. Think we all need to cuddle up once in a while.

 

Looked at just enough news to make me pray more for Israel and the pilots from the U.S. that went over lately. Those planes are amazing, but they are not bullet-proof. Nothing but God’s spirit can protect His people—in Israel or anywhere.

 

Sterling was talking about the fact that Trump is a business person rather than a politician. Think about this: the founders of America were businessmen, farmers, lawyers, tradesmen, and men who worked with their hands. They were not from royalty or any syndicated group of people from Britain. They were on their own and aware that no one was going to do anything for them other than friends and neighbors. Gotta tell you, not much has changed in that respect. Who helped the folks in the mountains of NC? Men from West Virginia came and built a road for them. Neighbors helped clean up the downed trees. Those from the Amish or Samaritan’s Purse came to give them food, clothes, some little houses, and any kind of help they needed. That is the American spirit. We can depend on our friends and neighbors here in Texas, and it is about the same in every state. God has blessed us with the love for our fellow man. Remember to be thankful.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.