These Little Songs.

 These Little Songs.

 

It’s been a bright, sunshiny day! Does anyone else do this? Little songs run through my head occasionally that mean something about situations or people. Probably no one has one that says something about the intense heat and humidity we shall have in the not-too-distant future, but you get the idea.

 

If anyone made a song about the love we have toward our sons and daughters, that one might stick to so many folks. But maybe this weekend it would be a memorial song for those who have gone before us to make it a better, more secure future. Or maybe our hearts have to do the singing for us when our mates, our children, our parents, and even our close friends mean so much in our lives. Some days are just made for singing from the heart.

 

We had some rain late in the afternoon yesterday that included a humongous clap of thunder with smaller bangs all around it. Can’t say that one is the least bit familiar. Huge bangs are not all that unusual, but this one shook the house and sounded like major fireworks. My cell phone began to ding about the thunder and lightning—as if no one had noticed its closeness!! Laughable.

 

Hoping the skunk who has been scenting our neighborhood has found a different place to roam. It worries me to let the dogs go outside at night in case they happen to bump into each other. For some reason the dogs have a routine of wanting out around 3 in the morning. Not happening! Know for a fact that they can wait longer—at least until daylight.

Not sure what Sterling saw, but he said he saw a picture of my son-in-law on Facebook. Hmm. Not much telling. The kids have several pictures of their boys with them in various places. They seem to travel quite a bit. Well, like Aberdeen at the moment. Loved the tee-shirt Jenn was wearing on the plane this time: “Scotland is calling, so I must go.” If I had to live anywhere else except here on Fenoglio Hill, Scotland would be my choice. Colder than most places, but it has heart the way Texas does.

 

Visited with Patty and Roxie this morning and had to dig into Roxie’s mouth to remove some garbage she found. It always makes Patty gag to think about what the dog might have found. Yep, it is definitely gag worthy. But such is life.

 

Got an e-mail from United Regional saying that they had reduced the fee for the MRI. Only $250 instead of over $300. Can’t tell me that this stuff is not jacked up in prices! And it can be paid out instead of up front for the total. Good enough.

 

No reading in the Torah today. In fact, have not even accomplished one little tiny thing except keeping up with the egg and water situation. Had to dump the big, black water tub again because of the danged ducks. Really wish they would find a better place to play.

 

Let us pray for our nation and those in the path of storms. Let us also pray for our president and his assistants that they will make the best decisions for all of us. Let us trust God to lead them and those who can make a difference.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.