Sobriquet or Handle.

 Sobriquet or Handle.

 

Laughing about my wobbly gait around here when trying to explain to my friend what it looks like: Walter Brennan walked like this, bringing one elbow up as he tried to balance in his walking. But his honestly was a put-on act, or it would have seemed that way. And then Hopalong Cassidy must have had some reason to have such a strange handle. Anyway, getting around these days might look awkward as all get out, and truly it isn’t all that funny, but getting there is half the battle. Such is life.

 

We seem to be getting a good rain right now. Bet my neighbor Patty is pretty disgusted. She has been waiting for the ground to dry out and her dog groomer to be able to get out here to wash her dog and trim Roxie’s nails. He can’t take his truck and trailer out on her yard lest he bog down and have to have it towed! Honestly felt like we needed the rain, but whatever.

 

Had all kinds of good ideas about making raised beds for veggies and stuff, but my plans and my physical capabilities didn’t match well enough to get those things done. Haven’t decided if it would be too much to ask Lance to help me or if it should be one of those jobs that needs to be hired out. Still would like to get several bags of dirt to put on top of the hay and try to make another raised garden. Everything requires lots of walking and lifting, so maybe it would just be better to forget it and haul off the flats. Deep sigh.

 

All this thunder and lightning for the dogs has become quite frightening. To tell the truth, it was not much fun going out in it to shut up the hens. Not a fan of lightning. Willing to bet that we have already received at least an inch of rain. The backyard appears to be floating!

 

The dogs keep needing reassurance. They are quite a bit like us at times—just need a hand on our heads to tell us that we are ok. Wonder if God ever feels like He has billions of nervous critters to reassure? Peter looked at Christ walking on the waters in the storm, but then the noise and the effects got to him. Have a feeling that is me most of the time. Only so much can be ignored when everything around us seems to be pouring in and making more noise than the still, quiet voice that is always there. It is difficult to listen for the voice, isn’t it. Maybe that is why we need to be able to cry out as often as we feel that we may be sinking in the problems around us. May God forgive us any doubts and help us to feel reassured.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.