Definitely NOT Playing.

 Definitely NOT Playing.

 

You have heard of “playing ‘possum” so you know that sometimes this animal will act dead in order to escape later. Not this time. Thompson got it out from under the piece of plywood and Sylvia took care of the killing part. Actually, would like ‘possums except that they kill chickens for the fun of it. Anyway, it was a very large critter that the old woman had to heave into the bin this morning.

 

The ”excitement” of the capture had the dogs all in a tizzy so that it was hard to get them to settle down to go back to bed. Have no idea what caused Thompson to go look for it in the first place, but both dogs had to have their faces washed off before they could go back to bed. Just so glad that it did not get in one of the coops and get my hens.

 

Steven called this afternoon and wanted to buy some eggs. He said a carton of 18 was basically ten bucks! We did some horse swappin’ since selling eggs is against my standards. He was able to get my neck to relax somewhat in exchange for a dozen eggs. The headache that had been threatening all day did not get to me because the bones actually relaxed into a line instead of kinking to one side. Still tired from lack of sleep, but at least feel somewhat better.

 

Cleaned out the middle and first coop. The hens were not exactly thrilled with the rearrangement, but it did not prevent them from laying eggs. Also, the “scratch” bin is down to the last of that kind of feed. Won’t buy any more of it now that the temps are going up more every day. Corn makes chickens hot, so that is not needed now that spring-ish weather is around the corner. We may get rain Sunday, or at least we can hope for the answer to our prayers about the rain. If we don’t get some rain soon, we might as well get ready for another drought. Pray for rain!

 

Sterling had Jacqui send pictures of the “box” for my stepstool for the bed. He built something that should be about the right height for me to use to get into my bed. Have been really having to stretch one leg to get up there. The step-stool that Lance built is too high and not exactly balanced for this purpose. But it was not meant to be used for a bed lift mounting block. Pretty sad that this old woman who used to jump onto the back of her horse can’t even hop onto her bed!

 

Had to have another shower after cleaning the coops this morning and was surprised that my hair decided to curl. Not sure just which shampoo it is that makes this stuff stick out like my finger had been inserted in an electric socket, but this body wash is doing great for a change.

 

Talking to Sterling about our childhood illnesses and both of us were thinking that we had more than one kind of measles—the three-day measles and the “German” measles were pretty rough. Mom made us stay in bed and kept the room dark to protect our eyes. We were never allowed to eat in bed, but we got dry toast and bouillon while we were ill. Have no idea why. But we both agreed that the smallpox vaccine was the stinkingest situation of all. Dr. Hurn scratched us with a piece of glass and swabbed that place with something. We were told not to scratch or bother the scab. It just makes me shudder to remember how that scab stunk! The scar is still there, but not nearly as noticeable as years ago. That is one disease that was supposed to be eradicated in the U.S. Wish that having the mumps were a guarantee that no one would that mess ever again. Had it in both sides of my jaws!

Daughter-in-law would not let us near the baby until we had had a “fresh” vaccination for all that MMR stuff. Carla Beard said that we are actually supposed to get another measles vaccine every ten years. Think this old woman will skip that one. Had all those things as a child—plus chicken pox!

 

Re-reading in Lehman Straus’ guide to Revelation. Every time that book is opened, it brings another surprise. He explains how the word “throne” and “thrones” can mean different things. Of course, we know that THE throne of God is one, but it still makes me curiously confused when it talks about the 24 elders and their thrones. But then, when he explained about the separation between salvation and crowns, some things made more sense. Not sure my explanation could help anyone just yet. But it seems that crowns are the “works” that we were supposed to do while we lived. Sitting here hoping that the old woman did not miss or mess up in that situation. May God forgive me if something went undone!

 

Let us pray that we can see things more from God’s perspective than from the viewpoint of man. True vision does not come from this world since it belongs to Satan still.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.