More Visitors.
Recently told my daughter that no one ever came to visit.
Then began to have visitors! This morning the front room need to be dust
mopped, and then decided it needed a good wet mopping. Got a message from my
oldest nephew that he and his daughter and granddaughter were going to stop by.
THOROUGHLY enjoyed their visit. Kristen even took a picture of Danny and his
Aunt Nancy—a first for us! So, now will have to tell Jennifer that visitors are
on the list again of reasons to keep the house nice and neat. Or at least a
reason to keep the piles of dust blown out of the house after a dust storm!
Today my youngest Ostand grandson turned 25. Amazing that
these kids get so much older while this old woman doesn’t get even a day older.
Ahem. But think all the kids are taller than me now. Didn’t notice when hugging
Rylan the other day whether or not he was taller. Probably is. But his girl
friend Isabella is not taller than the old woman at least. Lance’s daughter
Rachel is definitely taller—and stronger! But maybe it would not take much to
be stronger. Sigh.
The day started out so very calm and nice, but the wind has
started up again. Not sure all the dirt will ever quit getting in this house!! Only
got one floor cleaned this morning, and all the floors will need cleaning when
this stupid wind stops blowing!! Used to think that the wind and dust at least
cleaned the air somewhat, but not so sure about that any longer. Need to
connect up a water hose and clean the outside of the windows and the front
porch. Sat down on the bench out there and got the prints of the slats on my
pants. Sigh.
About Monday, it will be time to go pick up chicken feed.
Sent off for those black soldier fly grubs, but will ask at the Feed and Garden
store if they carry those things. The hens go crazy for them. Cut up the skins
on the chicken thighs cooked today and gave the skins to the hens. Those are
not good for the dogs. And tomorrow the old woman needs to cook a bunch of
carrots. Both dogs and humans find carrots are pretty good eating.
Read an article about Rosslyn Chapel, Roslin Midlothian
(Scotland) today. It made me very glad that Jennifer was determined that we
would get to see it while we were there. The article also showed the column
that the apprentice made while the master carver was out doing something else.
It was so very beautiful that the master carver was furious and hit and killed
the apprentice. Strange how stories linger in history. But there was so much
more involved in the building of the chapel. It was not even finished. It was
supposed to be part of a much larger church, but that never happened even
though its construction was sponsored by the Sinclair family.
Rosslyn Chapel was a Protestant location during the Reformation.
This day has been a bit tiring even without reason, but
there it is. Maybe another good night’s sleep will have tomorrow as a better
day with at least a little bit accomplished. Re-reading Galatians to help me
have a better understanding and outlook. Seems that Paul heard that some of the
new Christians were attempting to go back and observe the days and some of the
laws from their time under the law. His remonstration intended for them to
realize that the law might tell us what we have done wrong, but forgiveness and
grace is from God’s love, not the law.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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