Pretty Snakes?

 Pretty Snakes?

 

Mind you, the old woman is not fond of snakes, but some of them are actually kind of pretty. However, having any in the hens’ nesting boxes is not too good for the blood pressure! Grabbed the snake catcher and then the machete and went after a pretty neat—and long—rat snake this morning. Asked Lance if he could sharpen that machete next time he came up. Whacking the snake did not actually feel as if anything was being cut. Despise the idea of just clubbing something to death. Really would not mind that kind of snake if it would just stay out of the hen house. Am pretty sure that plenty of rats live behind me in that jungle across the fence. And, too, Zupkus mowed his field, or at least part of it, so more rats or whatever will be inundating the neighborhood.

 

Sitting here wearing a very soft, yellow tee-shirt given to me recently. Love big ol’ baggy tee shirts. But getting one with soft cotton type material is pretty special. Thank you, Michelle.

 

Boiled ten eggs this morning and plan to make some deviled eggs. That will be part of the meals tomorrow. Today one meal included slivers of cabbage, thin slices of apple, some beef rib meat, ranch dressing, and salt and pepper. Pretty tasty. Unfortunately, the old woman recently bought some ice cream and had some. Sigh. Oh well.

 

Started reading another series by Steve Higgs that appealed to me again from the first time it was read. Love mystery stories with some light hearted funnies in them. The one finished this morning was not the least bit light-hearted—Deer Season—about a bunch of good ol’ boys who were murderous as all get out. Really had myself convinced that a woman caused the first attempted murder, but found out that one has to follow the evidence—as always!

 

Jennifer gives me a hard time about having so many books on my Kindle, but sometimes they are worth re-reading. And then every once in a while, some old woman accidentally deleted one of her daughter’s books, so now have forgotten how to delete them.

 

Have made an appointment in July to talk with the surgeon again but taking Jenn with me this time. Sterling told me he did not even give his doctor any time to talk about possibilities—he just told him he wanted his knee fixed. Sterling will be 80 tomorrow, and he has not become any less hard headed than he ever was. Think he just has more patience than when he was younger.

 

Saw that we had a possibility for a few showers today. Not very likely, but would not gripe at all. Patty wants it to stay dry down at her place until the mobile groomer can come give her dog a bath and clip her nails, etc. Got tickled at Sterling saying that he took Rosy, his big dog, to the vet. He gave her pills in her morning feed after not feeding her the night before. She licked up every bit of it and then the vet gave her more later. She got her toenails trimmed, a haircut, a bath, and maybe something else. Now she is on a diet since she is not any bigger than one of my dogs and a bunch heavier! My dogs get fed twice a day, but their feed bowls always have dry feed in them. They just think they need something special on top of the kibble! Spoiled just like me.

 

As if the world did not have enough problems, now someone has decided that there might be too much arsenic in some rice and maybe undisclosed allergens in some chocolate truffles. Wow! And then there was that meteor that got our attention when it hit our atmosphere and went bang! At least one good bit of news for the day was posted on the computer news—some kid is an ambidextrous quarter back! But on the weather front, Iowa, Minnesota, and Wisconsin are under bad storm watches this evening. We can pray for those under warnings from storms, for sure

 

Now to get busy and see if AOL will allow me to get online to check my email and see if a bill has come in for the last set of x-rays! Shaking my head at the idea that one stupid email service can cause me so much stress! How very silly!

 

Let us try to focus on the things of the spirit—the things in this life that really matter. May God forgive us for being so easily distracted by sights, sounds, and silliness.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.