Shorter Grass!

 Shorter Grass!

 

SO glad that Blake was able to come today to cut the grass on this hill for my place and Patty’s acreage. Dear Hearts! It was getting wild out there. Noticed that the dogs were up to their bellies in grass—and that doesn’t even count the sunflowers! Blake left a small circle of sunflowers in the top east lot for some reason. Maybe it was rough riding, or he may have just decided that the sunflowers might turn out pretty in that spot. For whatever reason, they are still there and still growing. He even used his weed eater to clean off the dressed stone walkway that leads out to the coops and workshop. It really looks so much better.

 

Looking over FB last night and noticed a post by the daughter-in-law of Beverly Fuhrman. Apparently, she died on Thursday in Dallas. Had no idea that she had been ill. Was sorry to think of her being gone from down the hill from her parents’ house on the highway to Henrietta. We used to ride together some when we were younger. She was only a year younger than me, but she had more grit than many a man. She once rode a bucking bull at the rodeo just for the fun of it. Have no idea if she stuck long enough to score, but it had to have taken some courage to even consider straddling that beast! Know her family will miss her desperately.

 

Thompson has been restless today and has not eaten anything except what was given to him by hand. Surely hoping that he is not allowing the pain to keep him from eating. Have been giving him extra gabapentin since he has been licking his ankle joints again. Poor fella. Know just how he feels! It is just miserable some days when moving around hurts and sitting hurts just as much as the moving. Only exercise this old woman has had today was taking the trash bin over and back again and walking down to Patty’s to put her two bags in her bin. She simply can’t handle walking out there right now. Sounds like we are a bunch of invalids, but we still enjoy life just as much as those who are much more active! God has blessed us so much!

 

Caught a picture frame with one finger the other day and it still hurts almost as much as when it first happened. Bruised, most likely. Then managed to stub my thumb in the holder thing for Patty’s broom when putting it back in its place after sweeping the mesquite blooms off her front walkway. What is it that makes one either clumsy or otherwise accident prone? Doing things more slowly might make a difference, but then there is the way we have always done things—quickly and without much thought involved in the effort. Have thought that maybe that is about the way my life has often happened. So far God has protected me from most of my stupidity, but it makes me wonder if it is His patience or something that He has planned out that mostly keeps me out of trouble. So many times, my life has obviously been protected—a horse that rolled over me, a rearing horse that nearly hit me, and a tornado that just missed us. Yes, thankfulness is basic for this old woman.

 

May God bless the decisions of those who lead our nation and protect us from the stupidity of those who have no common sense whatsoever.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.