Just Watching the Birds.

 Just Watching the Birds.

 

Today has been one of the days that seems to keep a person interested in just about anything except what needs to be done. So, no, the living room floor did not get dust mopped today despite the fact that it desperately needs it. Maybe early tomorrow. Or not. Plenty of dog hair in there to create dust bunnies or dead-on jack rabbits!

 

The Baltimore orioles started the investment of my time this morning by attacking the blooms on the trumpet vine. It looks as if they try to cut into the stem end to get to the nectar. It is not easy to tell, but the one out there this morning definitely was picking on that end of the blooms. Not many insects—well, maybe bumblebees—will mess with the trumpet vine. Not sure just why, but it might be that they would get inside the bloom and not be able to get out. Whatever. It was fun to watch this sassy and bright yellow fellow banging about the blooms. Then a tiny little wren spent quite a bit of time looking over the front part of the porch. My guess is that she is looking for a good place to put a nest. If the old woman were any good at all, she would put a small basket out on the porch post for her. The only problem with a basket would be the mean squirrels that would eat the eggs and kill baby birds. Sterling gave me a bird house that is supposed to be for bluebirds, but I got Lance to put a perch on it, so the bluebirds won’t go in the hole. The sparrows tend to take it over. Maybe removing the perch would give the wren a place to raise her babies.

 

Dr. Blackwell is supposed to come by tomorrow afternoon to pick up eggs. We are going to discuss blood pressure meds and diuretics again. Not sure just why my ankles have been swelling, but the knee doesn’t surprise me. It would be nice if our bodies came with those computer things that give us a readout that tells us what they need or what needs to be done to them. As it is, we have pain to tell us to stop doing stuff or headaches to remind us to calm down and breathe. God has His own way of letting us know what we need to do. If only we were closer to understanding what He wants from us!

 

Talked to Patty today and she said she was about out of the kind of dog food that we shared with her before. My dogs get a 31.1-pound bag of the stuff, so giving her a gallon bag is not going to put much of a dent in their container. And then too, some cantaloupe has ended up in the fridge that needs to be shared. Having stuffed myself with fruit is one of my sneaky ways to avoid too many calories. Not buying anything with carbs might help that situation, too. But it is really hard to avoid carbs—well, or sugar. But eating fruit when longing for a burger with all the trimmings has kept me from gaining forty-leven pounds recently! Maybe not LOSING weight, but not gaining is helpful.

 

Have refused to look at any “news” today. Can only deal with so much before it gets pretty depressing. We all know that at least one “news” service will actually attempt to tell the truth about what is happening, but when six other stations are lying through their teeth, it just gets about sickening. We all make mistakes—people, governments, companies, cities—but when we do our best to put people first, it should matter. Sometimes, however, God is the only one who can tell who is intending what. Guess maybe that is why this old woman prefers to let Him handle things. Not like she can do a thing to change life around us.

 

Let us ask God for His guidance for ourselves and for those in power. May we listen and obey as God would want from us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.