A Warped Sense of Humor.

 A Warped Sense of Humor.

 

Spoke with Lance last night. Mentioning the surgery, he assured me that if the old woman was left with just a stump on that side that he would be happy to make me a pretty, shiny peg leg. He is good with wood that way. But then he decided that it might need to have a metal case so that the kids could start a collection of those fridge magnets. That way, every time they took a trip, they could bring back a magnet to slap on the stump. He could just imagine someone asking me if a trip to Barbados had been fun. Of course, the answer would have to be that just one of the kids had brought back a magnet. Crazy kid! We got some good laughs out of it anyway.

 

Jennifer is nearly here according to my Google find app. That is one of the neatest things on my phone. Even Thompson can be tracked with that thing. He has a tag on his collar that can be made to beep. Well, beep beep! A lady just delivered flowers with a note but no name. Suspect my friend John. He’s like that.

 

Jennifer is already wrangling hens. She found one sitting on top of six eggs and just panting to beat the band. Jenn put her in the water bowl to cool her off. With two broody hens, keeping the little hen house closed up is about the only way to make those two hens stay with the others.

 

We put the fresh sheets on the bed and are waiting for the soft blankets to finish drying. Everything is nice and clean—not mopped, but cleanish. Will have to call Maria to mop the floors this next week.

 

Jenn is in the kitchen carving up a cantaloupe. Of two purchased, this is the only one that is the right texture. The hens will take care of the one that had harder flesh. As long as something has no salt in it, they can deal with it. Did you know that salt will kill a chicken? Mother-in-law accidently put salt in her big container where she kept her sugar. Made a cake and it was horribly salty. Disgusted, she threw the thing out the back door to the hens. Killed several hens that day.

 

Sterling called and said he has an appointment with a foot doctor to try to do something about his toe fungus. Kay Brough told me that she had to wear sandals year ‘round because of that crud. Guess it must be awfully easy to hurt one’s toes because of such stuff. Anyway, all we can do is pray it will heal up. Then Sterling has to teach a Bible lesson on Thursday on the seventh chapter of John. Bet he will do just fine. Christ said that no man knows when Christ will return, but only the Father. As long as we are doing our best to be faithful to His laws and be as kind to others as we can, not much more can be expected.

 

Thank you to ALL of you for your prayers.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.