Just Some More LITTLE Jobs.

 Just Some More LITTLE Jobs.

 

Started the day relatively early and got a shower after about an hour or doing little things in the bedroom. Put away some blankets and sheets in the chifforobe and put a different cover on the crate for Sylvia. Now to get the floors cleaned again! By the time a few things were done, my tee shirt was soppy wet. It’s just that time of year.

 

Finally got the big bathroom and my bedroom mopped and took the vacuum to the kitchen to start in there. And that, Dear Hearts, is where the old woman stopped long enough to make sausage, avocado, and boiled egg breakfast. Sylvia thought it was good enough to watch for any possible bites—she got three or four. Had to pick up eggs after listening to several hens carry on, but the first egg was messy with a thin shell. Proceeded to give the girls another helping of those larvae that are supposed to be good for protein and calcium. Bleah! Those things are just yucky looking and don’t smell any better. Oh well.

 

Have a series of books to read by Steve Higgs. The humor and the neat descriptions are both amusing and amazing. Who knew the inner workings of a cruise ship? Anyway, the second set of books about Patricia Fisher have been excellent. They remind me very much of Agatha Christi books. The way the clues are set up, nothing is immaterial, but sometimes the clues don’t lead the same direction as the crimes. Anyway, this set is almost finished. Have read them before, but had forgotten enough to make them interesting again.

Even though tomorrow is the last day of June, the calendar got flipped over to the next month early this morning and the appointment for the ninth put on that day. Afternoons are pretty busy at the place where Dr. Vietenheimer works. Anyway, Jenn said she would go with me, so we can decide what comes next and when as it fits into everyone’s schedule. Life is pretty busy it seems to me. The kids have work and other things to take care of on a daily basis. My life is quite simple compared to what my children do. The world moves on.

 

Have been thinking about the birthright citizenship situation. When someone has a child in the U.S. simply for the right to have that child become a citizen, it is about like sticking duck eggs in with your broody hen. The hen is not equipped to teach the duckling how to swim, and the duckling is not likely to exist with just the type of things a hen can scratch up in the weeds unless there is an excess of grasshoppers and such. Oh, surely ducks are not people, but unless the mother duck makes her life out in the barnyard, the duckling will either starve or be abused by the rooster. Just a thought. Lots of ducks out there in this ol’ world.

 

Let us ask for compassion for others. Life is never all that easy, but surely, we can do whatever we can as individuals to help others. May God help us to have compassion and love for others in our lives.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.