Katys Place.

 Katy’s Place.

 

Just got off the phone with Katherine of Katy’s Place. She has something like 46 dogs to feed and care for, and 32 of them are special needs dogs. Probably most of these dogs are small ones, but even so, that is a LOT of dogs and a LOT of work. She has a vertebra that needs help, but she feels it is impossible to think of having anything done since she has no one extra to take care of the dogs if she is laid up. She is in a lot of pain, but her husband tries his best to take care of her. Love helps, but Dear Hearts, it is not pain relief for messed up bones. Let us pray for her and all the dogs. She said that their yard is hopeless right now, but she can’t mow it. Wish that were something that the old woman could help with, but even my yard has to have a hired hand to help. Wish someone in Petrolia would help her at least with the yard, but most of those folks are like me—old as dirt.

 

Read a bit of the news this morning and felt so sorry for those hit by the tornadoes and hail yesterday. Those folks have no electricity and have all kinds of destruction in Wisconsin, Illinois, and parts headed south. We know what that is like here in Texas. Again, we need to pray for those folks and the ones who are trying to restore power and rescue people and critters, or clean up the mess. And this storm system is headed south. May God protect and bless those in its path.

 

Put on some ribs to cook in the roaster this morning. We—the dogs and the old woman—finished up the sliced ham yesterday. Thought about taking the shredded chicken out of the freezer today, but Thompson is getting pretty picky about his meals right now. Yesterday, when Sylvia finished off the fatty pieces of ham, Thompson got a can of tuna. He never—well, so far—refuses tuna. Go figure.

 

Wondered if the two broody hens needed some green stuff in their coop this morning, and then it occurred to me that they had not been eating anything green while they monopolized the two nests in the front coop. Such is life for a hen.

 

Need to run up to United and pick up some chips to use with the guacamole stirred up yesterday. Forgot to get chips in my order, so now a quick trip is needed. The chips may be a considerable amount of carbs, but how else is one to eat guacamole?

 

After my shower this morning, the old woman noticed several new bruises. HOW does this happen? Well, maybe the question should be WHY does one forget what happened to cause the bruises? Strange places for bruises sometimes and no likely connection to “normal” activities. Go figure.

 

Let us remember not only those who serve to protect us, but those who also pray for us. Our prayers make a difference.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.