Thunder and Misting Rain.

 Thunder and Misting Rain.

 

Got up before the hens came off their roosts this morning and walked out to open the coop doors. Thunder was rumbling around above and misty rain filled the air. Not sure if Blake will be able to mow the mess unless it clears off soon.

 

A grandson got me out of bed asking questions about the Dickerson clan. Think we might have ONE young woman left here in WF, but most of the rest are in Quanah, Vernon, or the Dallas area. Saw one of the Dickerson offspring (Richard) at United Regional out on Barnett Road last year. He was the son of Olan who was another of the thirteen children Grandma D had. He is about my age. Can’t even imagine that Olan is still alive unless all the alcohol preserved him.

 

Ok, Blake mowed the grass and had him even mow down the Bachelor Buttons down in the east lots. It was beginning to look very dry and might have been a fire hazard. Certainly was a bunny hazard with cottontails hiding in there! Now it really looks nice.

 

Not sure if it was the pain pill or something else, but the old woman took a nap today and snoozed hard. If sleep doesn’t easily come tonight, at least my Kindle app is full to the brim of things to read.

 

The water bill got here today to the tune of $75.23. Not too bad, but it always irks me that they include an envelope to throw in the trash. Would really like to have the option of not getting that envelope. Seems wasteful. Oh well. Will get online in a bit and get the bank to pay it. That seems like the easiest way to go and the water department does not charge extra for getting paid that way.

 

The old woman has finally finished lesson ten and has started on lesson eleven in Tom Bradford’s Torah study. Yes, that is slow for someone who can read, but such is how things have gone today. Some things just take more thought than others.

 

It still feels like rain outside, and truly, it doesn’t bother me, but Patty wants it to dry out so she can have the dog groomer drive his truck and trailer into her yard so that Roxie can be bathed and get a blow dry. Imagine dog hair flying!!

 

Despite the nap, the body is sore and stiff in places. Maybe by Monday energy will abound—yeah, right! Only got some vacuuming done today, but maybe by Monday the living room floor might get mopped. We can hope, at least.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.