Getting Brown Out There!

 Getting Brown Out There!

 

The grass is not quite prickly brown with crunchies, but it is certainly getting there. It tickles me pea green to see the girls take off as soon as the coop doors are open. Three in one direction and several in another direction and then more of them heading off into the east lots happens every morning. They are very happy hens. The grass is fairly green where the grey water drains from my washing machine, but for the rest of the east lots, it really is getting pretty brown. Guess we know what time of year it is even if we did not have a calendar.

 

Thompson can’t really decide if he wants inside or outside today. Think he keeps seeing a stupid squirrel, but he comes to the office door and tells me about it. Then he runs to the living room, jumps into the recliner, and looks carefully out the window. Yeppers. Something is out there that needs his attention. Sylvia could care less.

 

Judie Brunson let me know today that she is available as a “go-getter” after my surgery if something is needed from a store or wherever. She is such a sweet lady. She and her husband Weldon were so very good to Hanan while he was working for them. And their critters looked for Hanan as soon as they heard his voice. Know she misses her horses and old Harreld the donkey. It would be nice to get a “snootful” of horse scent again. But only know two people with horses these days.

 

Cooked up the hamburger meat this morning to use for the dogs—or for all of us. Seasoned lightly, that kind of stuff makes a good addition to a package of veggies along with cheese or some sour cream and butter. And no, the old woman is not hungry right now, but that is how she thinks—two dishes from one package of meat.

 

Have you ever started reading about something on FB that is basically an advertisement and gotten so thoroughly disgusted because, even if it is a “selling” advertisement, it will take thirty minutes to listen to the stupid, repetitious mess? Well, one of those ads is about cleaning the teeth for your dogs. Would rather go for a filling myself than to have to sit through another one of those darned ads! The vet has said that Thompson’s teeth will need cleaning one of these days, but in all my years, can’t remember having the teeth cleaned on a dog of ours. Know that horses have to have their teeth “floated” so that they can eat and chew, but Thompson really likes the red rocks (lava) that come out of volcanoes! If he finds a piece in the backyard, he chews it up. Go figure. Anyway, when he was younger, nary a tree limb ever was safe from his beaver-like chewing! So much has changed in what we are told we need to do for our animals. And truthfully, think our dogs were pretty healthy just eating leftovers and the rabbits that Dad shot for them.

 

Thinking about dogs, saw a comedy routine by a vet saying how the different breeds of dogs would go for a walk. The chihuahua was the one that just about slayed me: She says, “I have three teeth, but I WILL bite you!” Then there was a herding dog that separated all those on the walking paths by hair color—“brown hair on this side of the path and black hair over here on that side of the path!” About right!

 

It's too hot to work outside unless it is before the sun comes up or sometime after it goes down, so Gregg and Vickie will come over this fall to remove the trees in the fence row. It’s not like they are going anywhere—the trees, not the people.

 

Still watching just a bit of the political dumpster fires among the Democrats after it was discovered that they were “paying” for endorsements. Whoo boy! Sooner or later our nation is going to have to work out some standards for elected officials that make sense—beginning with term limits and a balanced budget. Eventually people will only run for office because they desire to actually serve America. We can only ask God to give us those who are honest and have HIS laws in their hearts and heads. Otherwise, our nation is going to crash and burn in the depths of deceit and animosity. May God forgive us for not already demanding better of those running for office.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.