Working Up a GLISTEN.

 Working Up a GLISTEN.

 

Have to laugh at the idea that a woman doesn’t sweat; she glistens! HA! Dear Hearts, this old woman was soaking wet with perspiration this morning while weed eating around the front yard. Finally, got the back walkway cleared and went in to take another shower. Now the old body really could use a nap. Sigh.

 

Walked down to Patty’s to take her some pills that Michelle Malay sent for Roxie and her worry wart situation when we have thunder and lightning. While down there, Roxie found the droppings of one of those three strange dogs that were down there over the weekend. Yuck. Had to force her mouth open and get it out of her. She was not happy but did not try to bite me. Honestly, sometimes critters will almost tell you when they think they should bite and when they won’t. So far, old snaggle tooth fangs have not punctured me. She has never even growled at me. But then, my experience with small critters means that knowing where the teeth are is what matters.

 

Maggie Sewell came and got the grocery sack full of Clay County Leader newspapers. She said when she finishes them, she will pass them on to Shirley Standridge who grew up in Petrolia years ago. So many folks from there keep up with those who stayed in Clay County.

 

Well, it thundered a bit and dropped a few drops of rain here and there, but nothing drastic today. Watched the news about Missouri and felt sorry for those folks. Know Angel Ambrosius is petrified of storms. Understand completely. The one in ’79 gave my entire family a super good understanding of what a storm can do.

 

Went out to gather eggs again and see how many rat snakes were out grazing the coop. Missed the one yesterday, so will be keeping my eyes open. While weed eating this morning, found a nest the hens had made in a nandina bush in the front yard. Little sneaks! Anything to be different! See, this is the reason some folks keep their hens penned up. They don’t like those Easter egg hunts every day!

 

Let us pray for London, KY and those families who have lost members—and may the searchers find any who are missing. It is just too horrible to contemplate the damage and death involved. May God comfort the survivors and heal those who have been wounded by this storm.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.