Searching in All the Wrong Places?

 Searching in All the Wrong Places?

 

The topic started out to refer to looking for a handyman to do some yard work for me, and sure enough, in all probability, the old woman was looking in all the wrong places. Asked a friend what he was doing about his yard and discovered that he had found a man who worked for ten dollars and hour plus meals. Not bad! Asked Paul Dowlern to give me an estimate for the work on the front yard, so we will see just how much to expect to have to pay for real landscaping when he comes by on Monday.

 

Both dogs just wanted out: 4 a.m. Now both dogs have had a bath. Guess why!!! Yep, another freaking skunk! The house has settled and the bathroom door won’t stay closed, so Thompson jumped out of the big bathtub and watered the entire bathroom floor, the bedroom path to the hall, the hall, the kitchen floor, and anything else that would cause an old woman to slip, slide, or otherwise be unstable on her feet. SO much fun. You’d think she would learn not to let the dogs out!! Now you know why someone wrote a song about “Who Let the Dogs Out?”

 

Now that both dogs are settled down, it makes me wonder if the house is going to smell like skunk or if it is entirely in my nose that this smell resides. Guess that means mopping the floors again in the daylight with some Mr. Clean! Sigh.

 

8:38 a.m. Yes, the old woman went back to bed trying to rest after all the clean up from giving the dogs a bath. Think skunk smell is in my nasal cavities! Sigh

Have bedding on in the washer trying to get any smell out of that, but not sure that it will be all that effective. Had to take the special tag out of the holder on Thompson’s collar just so his could go in the wash with Sylvia’s. Next up are the towels used to semi-dry these critters. Even had to take down the cover for the doggie door to get the smell off. For the sake of dogs and sanity! And no, have not found any skunk bodies out back this morning. Maybe that is a good thing.

 

Just consumed a protein drink called café latte that Jennifer had delivered from Sam’s for me. It has caffeine in it, so it is a morning-only drink. Not that it is really all that “morning-ish.” The hens were certainly disgusted with me, but they had feed and water in their coops, so there’s that.

 

Yesterday Jennifer looked up whether or not chickens can have raw cashews. They can—in moderation as a treat. Bought a big bag from Amazon not remembering that they needed to be roasted. Can’t stand them raw! Bleah. And no, they will not be put in the oven to “roast” to make them more palatable. The hens thought they were mighty fine for the few pieces given to them.

 

My neighbor promised to come over to help me put some stuff on Marketplace on FB. Once before, when Janice died, Connie and the old woman put furniture and assorted junk and stuff on to help get rid of the stuff that might have some value. But those pictures are still on there and need to be deleted. Plus, my fantastic idea of making raised beds out front never happened, so now all that hay needs to be given to someone who wants it. Anyway, Laisha said she would help me with putting things on the site.

Just checked on the hens and the egg situation. Coming back through the kitchen door, it seemed the skunk smell was stronger, so now the door, the side of the cabinet near the door, and the dog door have been wiped down with Mr. Clean. Let’s hope that this helps the situation. May have to call in the family “nose” to see if she can figure out where the worst of the odor has been deposited. Sigh.

 

Have thought to ask Max and Laisha if the old woman can walk Sylvia across their yard several times to help file down her claws. Their yard (originally planned by Jerry Hobbs) is solid concrete except where it meets the road—and therefore has weeds that need to be cut down. Anyway, have hopes that the concrete might help to reduce the sharpness of her claws. Boy! Those things are sharp!

 

Know only what the news (on Fox) shows and have hopes that things in Israel will improve but am not going to hold my breath. President Trump is trying so hard to maintain some kind of peace in Israel and that area, but we all know that Satan has his own plans. May God bless Israel and her people.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.