Chocolate and Hamburgers!

 Chocolate and Hamburgers!

 

Talked to Michelle Malay a bit ago. She wants a hamburger, so tomorrow the old woman will make a visit to Whataburger for fries, burger, and onion rings! Sounds so good. [No, this person will not be partaking, but it still sounds good.] And Tim tells me that Mother Malay gets up at night and looks for the chocolate. Oh boy! Like my puppers, they want treats!

 

Tonight’s dinner for dogs is beef tips or whatever kind of beef that stuff is over their kibble. Have to let it cool before they can have it. It smells good, but did not put any real seasoning in it—just a bit of salt and pepper. Oh well.

 

Got to visit just for a minute or two with Maggie Sewell. She said David still has to do the infusions and something else, but he is doing better as nearly as they can tell. Cancer really sucks! Anyway, she got some eggs and left a sack of those tiny apples that make decent applesauce. So, the apples are ready to be mashed into sauce now. No sugar, just apples. Sigh. Maybe some monk sugar.

 

Spoke with my cousin Eba Solomon and found that she had had a bit of a car wreck on the way home from Florida and checking on her 98-year-old mom. She thinks mom should not use that wheelchair! Told her this ol’ girl knows how it is when the body gets tired and just needs to rest. Trying not to take any more Nsaids than absolutely necessary. Think those things make it easier to bleed, bruise, etc. But who knows?

 

Sterling is snorting as if he might have a winter cold coming on. Hope not. He said the chicken houses have some kind of stuff in them right now that is taking out hundreds at a time. Forget what he called it, but it seems to be seasonal. How can they ever raise chickens without something like that hitting them?

 

Sterling will have to stay out of his workshop during most of the month of January when he has eye surgeries. Can’t imagine how he is going to keep himself busy. Hope he can read or cook or do something to occupy him.

 

Have thrown out a bucket of scratch that the wild birds mostly ignored! Dadblast them anyway. They want the good stuff that is perfect for my hens. Still have nearly half a can of the good crumble for them before a new sack can be opened. They are just a wee bit spoiled, but that’s ok. Love the silly critters.

 

Patty told me about the judge who was involved in that “cash for kids” case where he sent eight-year-olds to these privately run “prisons” where some of the kids committed suicide. How that judge could have his sentence commuted is beyond me! Horrible thing to do to young children! Sitting here thinking that he should really watch his back. Some parents could not prevent the county from picking their children up for truancy, which is hardly enough to make them into criminals. A kid who has been sick with pneumonia could be at home for a good reason! But no matter how horrible the crime, justice will eventually be served in either this life or the next.

 

Looking back over this blog post, and it does not sound the least bit positive. Just positive the old woman has an attitude. Maybe Robin C. will do a post for us if she is feeling better. She is a reader of all kinds of literature and can keep us up on what is good to read. Until then, let me assure you that life and Texas wind keep right on going—wherever it takes a notion to go. May God guide us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.