A Bit of a Rest Day.

 A Bit of a Rest Day.

 

Other than doing the last load of laundry for this week, zero work has been done around here today. Cooked some steak and some chicken thighs to eat on over the weekend, but a glance at the thick dust on the TV table did not seem to make any difference in the cleanliness of this ol’ house. The ceiling fans with their lights have the same amount of dust as this morning, but the wind did finally die down after blowing about 20 mph for most of the morning. No sense in dusting as long as the wind is whipping through here to re-dust the house and all the surfaces.

 

The hens are doing a good job and have some more eggs boxed up for the next kid to make it over here. Jenn said she bought two dozen at the store the other day—at $4.29 per dozen. By the next day, she had two or three eggs left. Guess Gary likes eggs. But her boys like eggs, too. But when nothing else sounds good, even the old woman likes scrambled eggs—with or without bacon.

 

Went to bed with wet hair last night and woke up looking a bit like the twin of Medusa. Some of my hair on the sides goes fairly straight, but the backside still curls somewhat. But then, the sides are white and the back still has some color in it. Grey-ish is a color, right? It seems to me that these women who can keep their hair in an attractive order are to be admired. It just is never going to happen to me.

 

Trying to make myself consider doing some uncluttering. Have things that aren’t used that need to go somewhere. Texted Brenda Jones today to see if she wanted some of these extra egg cartons. She sells her eggs to customers who come get them. Mine go to Ft. Worth or to the homes of friends here in WF. The grandson who now lives in WF said that his refrigerator is not working, so fresh eggs will come in handy for him. They don’t have to go in the fridge. Anyway, maybe this next week will find me getting some stuff ready to give away to the re-sale shop for the Women’s Refuge.

 

John Rhoads brought some chicken feed over the last time he picked up eggs, and the hens have eaten about 25 pounds of it so far. They eat stuff like that pretty quickly. They have about 20 pounds of sunflower seeds left and maybe a pound of black soldier fly larvae in the bag. Those things are expensive, but they are supposed to help the hens have hard shells on their eggs. Can hardly stand to touch those things, but the hens are super happy to eat them almost as soon as the bag is opened! Just don’t get in their way!

 

Have a paperback book called The Complete Guide to Edible Wild Plants. Dear Hearts, it might be helpful to some folks, but it is anything but a complete guide. It does not even mention “lambs’ quarter” or some of the plants that the old woman recognizes as edible. Nut grass or nut sedge, for instance, is quite plentiful and the rhizomes can be made into a flour or cooked and eaten like a hearty cereal. Now, just because everyone hates nut grass is no reason to leave it out of a book of edible plants. However, the book also did not mention groundsel which is poisonous and looks a bit like dandelions. Anyway, will draw a few more pictures to put in the back pages of things like lambs’ quarter and give the book to my son-in-law. Things like this are of interest to him. If the old woman had a good, color printer, the pictures would glue in there easily. Oh well. Told myself a printer is kind of useless. They always run out of ink right away! But nothing manmade is perfect anyway. We can only try.

 

For the things that we know to reach for in our lives are listed in Galatians 5:22-23—But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, (23) meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.