Getting Sleepy.

 Getting Sleepy.

 

When a body doesn’t sleep the night before, it is not uncommon to feel extra sleepy sometime during the next day—or late afternoon. Such is the case today. Between sneezing all day and doing just a bit of fence walking, the old woman is somewhat worse for wear. Not a biggie, but there it is.

 

Started reading a book about a small town of about 6,000 people who all know each other and have a couple of clubs—one for the men and one for the women. They also have dog lovers, cat lovers, and maybe bird lovers, and about five or six different denominations of churches. This book has given me something to laugh about nearly all day—at least when the dog was not trying to find a new place to exit our yard. These danged cottontails are causing all kinds of trouble. Last night a skunk made its presence known, and Patty said when she opened the blinds on her front door, a big black and white kitty just looked at her from the wall next to the doorway before hopping down and taking off. Told her that she should be glad it was a real cat and not the striped kind.

 

Gary and Jennifer will be getting into London around 6:30 a.m. their time. That is one long flight. They posted a picture on the plane that made me smile. Nothing like enjoying life vicariously through one’s children.

 

Speaking of enjoying life through the children, one of our friends in the Route 66 Group has been married twice. Somehow, in my feeble mind, his current wife seems to love him for himself rather than for anything he might be able to give her. Now that is just my impression. But he still seems to long for the first family. In my estimation, if God provides a replacement that should be more than happiness that one could otherwise expect, it could be considered disrespectful not to stop pining for the past when it did not provide happiness. God gives us each day, each situation, and plenty of opportunities to be loving in THAT day. So, it is our job to do the best we can with what comes in that day—not look back like Lot’s wife to what was behind us. Just my opinion.

 

Just went out to fasten up the coops and saw Thompson take off to the end of the east lots. He had the pleasure of running a cat up a tree. Sylvia saw him take off like a rocket and just sat down and watched. Kinda don’t blame her. That dog is FAST!

 

Wish it were easier to find out about house inspectors and the rules that go with home purchases. The kids across the street have a humongous hole in their roof and the inspector who said the house was ok could not have had a brain cell active to not notice the problem. And they had to PAY for that inspection. Wonder if the bank that made the loan would help them find out more about it? May suggest that they ask around.

 

Let us pray for peace and for patience to deal with our everyday problems. Nothing that happens today will probably matter six months from now. And we know God watches over us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.