Laundry?

 Laundry?

 

How is it possible for doing laundry to tire one out when the machines do all—well, most—of the work? Getting into separate types—towels, clothes, socks and other whites—is not that big of a deal. The hamper has wheels on it, so it is not like it is hard to move around. Then just changing the stuff from one machine to the other, folding things, and putting stuff away is hardly difficult. But the old woman picked up three fifty-pound bags of feed and oyster shell sometime during all that. That might have been part of the resulting fatigue. Oh well. Those critters have to be fed. Despite the wild doves, the freaking wild ducks, and the occasional flock of black birds, the hens consume an enormous amount of lay crumble. Today they even got some bread and a couple of tomatoes via Patty’s kitchen. So, maybe it is not the laundry that took it out of me.

 

Maggie Sewell came today and picked up three dozen eggs and brought a five-pound bag of little red potatoes. Will be taking a double bunch down to Patty. She likes them as well. Put some on to cook for later, but may not eat them until in the morning. Cooked and heated up in the skillet is good. Reminds me of hash browns. But today the cucumber, red onion, and tomato salad got made again. Really love that stuff with Italian dressing. It might make my breath smell like onion, but according to Willie Nelson, “Bad breath is better than no breath at all!”

 

Tried to take a nap this afternoon, but that did not happen. The dogs heard a motorcycle and came unglued! Such a reaction! You’d think it was in the yard as loud as it was! Oh well.

 

Listened to my grand-nephew sing a song for his grandmother Susie in Louisiana. This is Jacob, the Lion-Hearted, Carol. He has grown up and has a great voice and such a sweet personality. May God continue to bless him that he may live to an old age despite the scleroderma. We just never know.

 

Have not seen anything from Angel Ambrosius about little Zeke or from Mike about Tami Yonts. All we can do is to continue to pray for them. We know that ultimately, we will all be healed in God’s Kingdom. My heart longs for Lewis, Hanan, and others in my family. We just have to have patience and continue to try to live as God would have us. Whatever He chooses to do with our lives will be for the best.

 

For as long as memory serves me, the role of the Catholic church has been either condemned or uplifted in the face of ignorance. The different branches of the church were the only source of education for so very long. We hardly understand that at all in our time, but once there were no books and no one could read. It was also the church that occasionally helped women leave the role of servants to become those who could live in quiet and faith without being the object of some family politics. But this morning the head of the Catholic church died from a stroke, coma, and heart attack. Soon there will be another pope who will attempt to lead the greatest “non-political” branch around. Each time a pope is chosen, some folks wonder if he will be the anti-Christ. It makes me wonder why they bother to guess. It occurs to me that when things go sideways in this world, most folks won’t even really notice what is going on. Each person has his or her own agenda in life. What the person can “get” or how things affect the person specifically are all that matter for the most part. We could all be better prepared for the future, it might seem, by watching what is happening to Israel. THAT is the land that God gave to Israel. The outlines are much greater than what we see today—including Gaza and the Left Bank and parts of Jordan. All the political shuffling going on with other nations will never wipe out the purpose that God has for His people. We shall see.

 

Have started on Matthew in the Bradford lessons and find it makes my mind boggle just a bit. We—or at least this old woman—know so very little of how things were meant in those days even years after the death of Christ. Learning more makes my head feel full. Or maybe that is my allergies! Funny!

 

Wednesday is Holocaust Day. That is one that really does matter to me. Reading Exodus by Leon Uris when in the eighth grade made me realize the world was much more complicated than what was in Clay County, Texas, or any part of my world. God gave them a new start the year this old woman was born. Imagine being born in that little piece of desert in 1948.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.