The Dust-Bunny Massacre.

 The Dust-Bunny Massacre.

 

Maria came this afternoon. She loves the long-handled dust mop that easily goes under my bed, so today she took full advantage of it and killed all the dust bunnies. SO glad she had time for me in her schedule. Someone else had to go out of town for her to have the afternoon free, but she came here and then went on down to Patty’s place. It feels so good to have the little rugs washed and dried and all the floors mopped. Simply don’t have the energy to do all that stuff any longer. Besides all that, she is such a sweet lady!

 

The dogs received a package today that was ordered recently. The “dog house” part of it was not as tall as it could have been, but Sylvia may eventually like it anyway. Thompson said “huh uh” in no uncertain tones of dog. But ordered some more sweaters for him so he can sleep warmer anyway. Gave one of the smaller ones to Maria for their dog. Thompson growls when his legs are picked up—probably from the arthritis. Sylvia just doesn’t really need a sweater as much as Thompson. Ah well. They were happy to tear up a couple of toys in something less than five minutes!!

 

Sent a carton of 18 eggs home with Maria and have almost another full carton ready to go to Dr. Blackwell if she can come by on Friday. Think she only works half a day on Fridays—or maybe not. Really never have asked.

 

Cut a bunch of stems off the coleus plants in the living room and put them in the bed out front. They will curl up and die in the cold, but that’s better than having the leaves all over the floor. The other plant—name unknown—is just filling the pretty pot Jennifer gave me. In the summer time it has beautiful little blue flowers all over it. Love flowers, but they do tend to get messy in the house.

 

Can hardly wait until it is time to put up the hens. This ol’ girl is pooped. Not sure just exactly why, but there it is. It’s supposed to get cold tonight and then warm up later this week. Go figure. Niece Lesli said that they had a dusting of snow up near Chicago early this morning. They can keep that stuff for right now. Pretty sure February will be a beast. Cold weather is somewhat better than extreme heat, but at least the AC keeps us from melting in the summer. Winter has a tendency to be a bit more scary if and when the electricity goes out. Most folks have electric heating rather than gas. Not many have wood burning anything. We did years ago, but hauling and cutting up wood is a major pain even when we were young. Not possible to do that stuff now.

 

When the old woman was a youngster, the effects of allergies were so bad that it was difficult to rest or even concentrate for all the itching and pain. Mom had me memorize a verse back then and say it to myself when things were bad. “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

(Phil.4:8-15) The pain associated with those stupid allergies is no longer with me, but you know how age affects those of us who are blessed to live for more than five or six decades. That verse still sits there in my mind and in my heart. Let us think on those things that are true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent, or praiseworthy. Praise God for His love for us above all else.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.