The Clocks and Such.

 The Clocks and Such.

 

Didn’t bother to reset the silly clocks this year. No sense in being concerned about what a clock says when it depends on the hens for when things need to be done. It’s just a bit after six according to my hens and the un-forwarded clocks. The computer says differently, but that is ok. My phone and the computer are on government time—or whatever this mess is called. Doofless Silly Time. My hens look at the sunshine. Pretty smart on their part in my estimation. They are happy scratching around for bugs and such as long as they have the right kind of light.

 

Patty happily called me this morning to tell me that the shyster who did not pay OK Concrete had actually paid the bill and that their lawyer had removed the lien on her place. Honestly! Slimey sack of scudwater should have been taken out and kicked around a bit, but the man who discussed his practices of bilking old, sick ladies must have made an impression. Anyway, a call to their law offices satisfied Patty that all problems were alleviated.

 

Then a friend came by with the first order of division of properties for a divorce. If a person has to leave a marriage because of abuse or constant infidelity, that is understandable, but taking everything they own except the debts is a pretty sorry way for a person to treat someone. Made me rejoice that divorce had never been a problem in my life. One man was all God gave me, and God knew what He was doing. We learned to love each other with more than just the physical effects very quickly. Compassion for hurts and slights can turn a person’s head quickly when we understand how someone has been treated.

 

Finished reading Revelation this morning and have still been slogging through the studies by Straus. Sterling said that at their men’s Bible study that they are going through Romans. He says he has just as much trouble as anyone trying to keep up with Paul’s thinking. Studies like these tempt me to repeat what we have heard about the thief on the cross when asked how he was able to enter paradise: Jesus said I could come. No matter how confused this old woman may become, the assurance is still there that my invitation has my name on it.

 

Walked down to check the rain gauge. We got one- and one-half inches the other day. Not bad for a “springish” storm. At least the wind did not take off any rooves around here. [Yes, rooves is preferable to roofs in my book. Think about hoof and hooves.] We learned to watch for storms when we were just little kids standing on the steps down in the cellar. But we also enjoyed hearing the farmers talk about the inches of rain—what we got versus what we really needed. We are going to need a whole lot more to fill up the stock tanks and the area lakes. But pardon me if dreading the storms comes up rather often. These two dogs and the old woman get a bit jumpy when the wind gets over 30 mph.

 

Please remember Tami Yonts, Mariellen Rose, and others like Danny Pollard who are fighting for their lives and trying to overcome cancer. May God bless and comfort them.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.