Just Little Things.

 Just Little Things.

 

Decided to switch the curtains in the living room so that the curtain rods would not be an issue. Got those changed out early on and then chased down the city truck to tell them they did not need to come up our road. Well, so much for what the old woman knows! Number Nine is paying for recycling whether or not they knew it before now. They can still get the green bin if they want it, but they can only put specific things in there—branches, green stuff, little pieces of lumber—the stuff that can actually be all chopped up and put in the landfill for recycling green stuff. Not exactly my concern. But it might help that they now know not to go down to Patty’s driveway.

 

Got ONE shelf cleaned in the middle coop before giving out. The hens may or may not appreciate it, but it required a shower for the nasty old body who shoveled out the stuff. Actually, the shelf was not that bad, but it stunk because someone did not put the DE on top of the straw. Sigh. It’s fixed, DE and all.

 

Thompson has not been interested in eating much lately, so he got hand fed today. No kibble, just ground turkey. Surely hope this is not a sign that he is going down. He is the sweetest dog ever. Got him from the Texas Pit Crew when he was 8 weeks old and taught him to come. However, we never have conquered the “don’t pull” command. He still is the most protective critter on this hill. Will always remember the evening he jumped up in the air like he did when he was younger in order to grab the freaking raccoon that was headed for my face!! He shook that critter and then slung his head while spitting repeatedly. Must have tasted nasty! Still, if that stupid coon had bit or scratched me, would have had to take the rabies vaccine! Horrors.

 

Have the back dog door latched to keep it from whamming open in this wind. Have looked at the wind speed a couple of times and the highest was nearly 20 mph. For sure, it can push us around out here on this old hill! Wish it would rain—at least enough to water the grass and fill up the stock tanks and area lakes. But that is going to take more than one day of moisture!

 

Haven’t really looked at much in the way of headlines. Not really sure it would help the state of the world and certainly not the mental health of an old biddy. Just appreciating the stuff my daughter bought to put on my sore knee. Still limping, but at least getting around is not nearly as difficult. Old age is a privilege, don’t you see. The rest is only to be endured.

 

Let us remember the children and families in need right now. Spring may bring green things, but for some it has brought measles and flooding. God bless those in such circumstances.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.