Confusion: Thy Name Is Old Woman.

 Confusion: Thy Name Is Old Woman.

 

My friend Judie Brunson came over this afternoon to bring some bread and some fresh fruit—cantaloupe and watermelon—to the hens. She told me that she was not having surgery for anything on Monday. Then Maggie Sewell assured me that it was not she who was having surgery. Well, maybe it was a late night or early morning dream! Anyway, Maggie let me know that Stacy Parker, 95, the principal out at Petrolia years ago, has gone to glory. Only time the old woman got sent to the office, and he was the principal. Will tell you that Barbara Higdon was the cause of that little episode. Not that anyone could have bragged on my attitude at the time. But Sterling and several of his big friends were standing outside of the office to be sure that the paddle did not come out that day.

 

Heard a low cackle earlier today out in the front yard. One of the hens has been laying out there, so gathered up those six eggs and put them on to boil. The dogs will eat them or the hens will eat them, but they won’t be sent home with anyone. Fresh hay in the nests and some hens decide to lay in the iris bed! Sigh.

 

Just a bit ago the bed called to me and the two dogs wanted to be loved on. A slight nap took place, but it did not last too long. Have a feeling it will not interfere with sleep tonight in the least. Not sure, but think maybe age is catching up with me. Sterling says that he sometimes has these little naps as well.

 

 

 

Well, it is Sunday, June 1, 2025. Someone online thinks it is the first day of summer. Nah, not until June 21 or maybe even later will summer actually BE here. Meanwhile, it is just going to be hot off and on until it is roasting time.

 

The laundry is in the dryer and the decision is made for what needs to be ordered from United. Will put enough frozen veggies in the freezer to last as long as all that frozen chicken. Believe it or not, the price of frozen veggies is just about the same as that chicken when it is on sale! Guess it is so expensive because it is convenient. Whip out a sack of frozen broccoli, heat it up, cover it with some cheese and we have a good meal!

 

The middle coop needs to be cleaned out sometime today. Walked in there earlier and decided it had a definite poo odor. Usually the diatomaceous earth prevents that, but we have had so much rain. Come to think about it, the forecast is for rain Tues through Thursday of this week. Guess cleaning out the coop might should wait until after the rain. No sense in having to do it twice since the rain makes it hard to clean up in there.

 

Just talked to Gregg Donaldson and his partner Vickie about cleaning up the front flower bed. They charge $25 per hour for work. And Gregg can repair the overhead door on my porch as well. It is worth it to me since getting down begs the question of whether or not the old woman will be able to get back up. Life is always so very interesting.

 

My friend Beth Graf just wished me a happy Pentecost. She got to listen to Tom Bradford explain the seven holy days today on his broadcast. Those were the days we used to keep so diligently. He said that the very first church service was on a Sunday. How about that. It doesn’t mean that the sabbath has changed, however.

 

Cleaned out a drawer on the desk in the living room while looking for a new battery for Thompson’s air tag. Not much telling where that extra battery is! No organization must be my middle name!!

 

May you all enjoy the beauty of these days and find comfort in knowing that each day is another chance to show love to others.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.