Expiration Dates.

 Expiration Dates.

 

Did ya know that dried beans have an expiration date? Well, they do. SO glad that the old woman did not go ahead and mix the sausage and stewed tomatoes into the beans before deciding that the beans were NEVER going to get good and done. The chickens may or may not enjoy the suckers, but they are going to be poured out on the ground after they cool. Talking to Patty about my silly beans not getting done. She googled it and told me that they were either too old or the water was too hard. Now we know. One other bag of beans are going outside to just get poured into a hay bale. Wonder if they will sprout since they are out of date as well.

 

Read that some company that manufactures medications in India had almost all of the meds recalled for lack of proper handling procedures. That is not too encouraging. For awhile there, they were saying that we had a shortage of saline solution. It made me wonder how that was possible, but the companies producing that stuff may have had similar problems. And then there is the demand from all over and weather conditions—think hurricanes. Probably the most of our solutions come from Australia—go figure!

 

Stripped the bed this morning and walked around that sucker forty-leven times before it was totally remade. By the way, the term “forty-leven” was one our oldest son came up when we asked him how many chickens Paw Paw Garland had. We have used that number many times since then with a smile.

 

Some people here in this area celebrated the Passover and the Days of Unleavened Bread this week. It seemed like an opportunity to share that information about the study of the Torah with them. Can hardly wait for my neighbors to get home to share with them. Learning things from different viewpoints can have some very good side effects. One’s perspective can always be broadened and the way other people think can be more appreciated. Would really like to know if any of you looked up the lessons on Genesis by Tom Bradford.

 

The washer and drier have finished their work for the day with all the sheets, bedspreads, and assorted covers used for the dogs. They “share” my bed with me. That is, they get up there and play “big mouth” with each other and otherwise mess up the linens. But they enjoy themselves! Love my critters!

 

Patty is suffering with gout in one foot. It has been ongoing trouble this entire week and does not seem to go away. Seems like Dr. Hurn gave Grandmother Pollard something for that mess. Was probably a drug that is no longer even made! Maybe the Advil will do until it fades away.

 

Let us remember to praise God for this spring and its beauty—along with the extreme pollen! At least maybe the trees will set fruit.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.