Now to Wait.

 Now to Wait.

 

Next Tuesday is surgery day. Asked Dr. V today about walking afterwards, but he was more inclined to discuss the range of motion needed to keep the leg in the right position to heal. Guess that makes sense. No trying to sleep with the knee flexed. He wants it lying straight away. Guess the old woman will adjust. Jennifer giggles and tells me that this make break me of sitting on my legs. Danged kid!

 

Spent some time trying to decide what kind of “activities” that will be done these next few weeks. Sterling said not to push to do stuff that normally gets done around here. May ask Maria to come do the house next Wednesday if that suits Jennifer. After the appointment this morning, went straight to the feed store and have already unloaded two sacks of feed and put the big sack of dog food in its bin in the kitchen. Have a couple of roasts on in the crockpot to cook to keep us for a few days next week. Will let Jenn decide what she wants to do about meals. She does not eat very much and seldom the kind of stuff that is considered food around here. Peppers and romaine, English cucumbers, avocados and that sort of thing keep me relatively happy. Will try to fill up the fridge with easy stuff for us before next Tuesday. We can always have scrambled eggs and bacon or just scrambled eggs. Funny that the old woman hardly ever eats eggs. Also, have a big Ziplock of nuts and dried fruit pieces for nibbling that Jenn should enjoy. Sent off and got some pistachios to include with the other nuts. Those are Lance’s favorite. Tried to find some good pecans at the feed and seed store this morning, but they did not have any just plain ones.

 

Just threw together a salad for din-upper. Barely had any Romaine left, and the two regular cucumbers were just a wee bit bitter. That is why English cukes are so good—they don’t have to be peeled and they are always tasty. Had a couple of carrots already peeled and grated those into the mess. They are always good. Mexican shredded cheese and some Ranch dressing just about takes care of the situation. No tomatoes. Tomatoes are better on bacon and tomato sandwiches with a slice of pepper jack cheese. Yum.

 

Hoping that Gregg gets here this afternoon or the old woman is going to have to wobble out to the fence row on the east lots to look for stickers. Surely don’t want Blake to mow a bunch into the rest of the grass. Those things really hurt. Guess God had His reasons for making grass burrs, but these are just nasty!

 

The zinnias and some marigolds are showing out in the front flower bed, but the tomatines are pretty well taking over the place. Had no idea those were even in among my seeds. Vickie planted them for me, but bet she had no idea either. The little fruits are the kind they put in green sauce for enchiladas and other stuff. Have never eaten one plain, but guess it might be interesting to try.

 

The avocadoes put into my salad today were a bit bleah. The problem with letting someone else pick your groceries for you is that they just reach and grab without actually feeling of the things. These were a bit shriveled. Sigh. Oh well. Beats wobbling around over half an acre of concrete floor.

 

Have you ever given any thought to Ruth? She came back to the nation of Israel with her mother-in-law after her husband died. She could have stayed in the land where she had lived before she met him. But she decided to go back to the land where he and his mother had lived before. She was not an Israelite, but a Moabite. But my guess is that she was a fairly good-looking young woman. At least she felt determined to take care of herself and her mother-in-law. She learned to glean the corners of the fields where they settled. She may have had to put space between herself and some of the young men who were working those fields, too. Use your imagination. She did not have a husband to protect her, only her common sense. But she was loyal to Naomi (MIL) and returned to Bethlehem to live. She was noticed by Boaz, the owner of the grain fields, and he told the threshers to be sure to leave enough standing wheat for her to gather enough for her needs. Then Naomi noticed the amount and told Ruth that Boaz was a kinsman. Threshing wheat by hand is tiring work, so it was no wonder that Boaz was not immediately awakened when Ruth lay down at his feet one night and covered her feet with his blanket. You know the story. He decided he wanted her and bargained for her with one other kinsman. Their son was named Obed. And from that child came a king—our savior. However many generations it may take, God seems to always have things worked out ahead of time. If we knew where we were to glean the fields, don’t you feel that we would do it with a glad heart if we knew that the outcome would be a miracle? Do today your very best to put your hand to gather what is before you—good works, kindnesses, and encouragement for others. God still performs miracles.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.