A Bit More Rain.

 A Bit More Rain.

 

A nice cool breeze was blowing a while ago when Mary R. came to pick up eggs and bring more egg cartons. We talked knees and how the body manages to adapt to one-sided problems. Those of us who have not yet decided to go for knee surgery, just have to do our best to keep all the parts working and staying in line with our backs and hips. Such fun! Could honestly be much worse.

 

Got a message from Jenn this morning to let me know that they had arrived in Aberdeen and the hotel where they will be staying mostly. Hope they were able to get a good nap before getting out and looking around. That flight is something else, and then they had a layover in London.

 

The thunder has Thompson under my desk and Sylvia in her dog bed next to the pantry. Bet Patty’s Roxie is trying to hibernate in the couch behind her. She is such a nervous little dog.

 

Have some pork chops on and a few potatoes in the roaster. The dogs ate up the last of their hamburger with rice and green beans. Apparently, it was mighty tasty. They cleaned up their bowls completely. The pork chops won’t last long at all. We share.

 

It’s now almost time to close up the coops. Last night the skunk smell was pretty strong. Not sure where it is, but as long as it does not meet up with these two dogs, it can just wander around all it wants. Well, and away from my hens would be good, too.

 

We may have more rain along this week. At least the fig and the lavender won’t have to be watered. My crepe myrtle is blooming on the west side of the tree. No blooms on the east side for some reason. Go figure.

 

No matter which desk—the one in the office or the one in the living room—Thompson thinks his place is on top of my feet. Sylvia is fond of a space right behind the Papasan chair next to the bookcase in the living room. These dogs!

 

The news keeps telling of more and more storms all over the place. The tornado alley going down through the middle of the country seems to have widened to include more states east of us. So sorry for these folks. As if a hurricane is not enough, now they have to endure the miserable tornadoes. But it is like one guy said, as long as it is just things and not people who are torn away, we can live through it. May God protect the people of this nation.

 

My allergies are so bad that it makes me wonder what is in the air to cause me to stop up or to sneeze so much. Crazy! If Daddy were still alive, he would be recommending Vicks vapor rub! My friend Roger says that Vicks keeps the skeeters off, too!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.