Losing the Days of the Week.

 Losing the Days of the Week.

 

Judie Brunson stopped by and we both had to stand there and shuffle around to remember which day of the week this one was. Tomorrow can be just about anything if one has lost the internal calendar that keeps up with what is going on around us. Silly ol’ women, maybe, but that is just how it is.

 

We talked about flowers. Want to pick up some snapdragons somewhere. Mine would be blooming already if the hens would stay out of them. Guess if any are brought home, some chicken wire might have to be employed to protect them. Love my hens, but they can dig up things faster than any Caterpillar out there—well, proportionately.

 

Sterling called today. They are still praying that their minister can get back on his feet and be there to give the sermon Sunday. He has been down sick with a fever and cold. Lot of that stuff going around lately.

 

Patty is still having a terrible time just trying to breathe lately. The pollen count and the humidity is a bit much for all of us, it seems, but it is much harder on her. She has to carry her oxygen around to go outside now. Roxie took off and had to be called back inside with the whistle that Donny used to keep on his boat. That silly dog just means the world to her, but it also takes a lot of effort to keep up with it.

 

Think my neighbors should be out of Japan and back in the U.S. by now. Had to employe a Braum’s bag for all their mail. Somehow the message to hold their mail did not get delivered or something and their box was stuffed when the old woman emptied it.

 

Found another couple of packages of beans—well, chick peas and black-eyed peas—that were out of date. Plan to throw them in the back flower beds and cover them with hay this evening and see if they will sprout. They have soaked all day, so if the hens get to them, maybe they will not hurt the girls by puffing up in their craw. We will see. Absolutely zero has come up in the raised bed out front. SO disappointing. Such is life.

 

Please remember to pray for little Zeke, Tami Yonts, Mariellen Rose, and Michelle Malay. We take our health for granted most of the time, but the older we get, the more important we discover that being able to take care of our own needs matters. Little Zeke is pretty much totally dependent on his parents. Let us ask for endurance and comfort for them.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.