More Mail.

 More Mail.

 

Of course, two pieces of mail were basically political junk stuff, but then there was also an envelope with a very sweet card inside. Max and Laisha sent the sweetest bear card. On the back it said, “Welcome to the whimsical world of Hallmark artist Mary Hamilton, where the bears are gentle, the conversation is kindly, and tea is served promptly on time.” Inside was a message from the two kids who lived across from me for over a year and a gift card to Cotton Patch. Just wish they could know how much fun that card was! Then the Amazon driver came and brought me a package from Jennifer that held two very slippery pillow cases that are supposed to be good for skin and hair. What is truly great about these slippery things is the zipper in one end that will keep the case on the pillow!! My pillows travel all over the bed for some strange reason! Once had a pair of satin sheets that had ME traveling all over the bed—whether or not the travel was intentional! Don’t remember who ended up with those sheets, but it might have been oldest son and his wife. Wondering if they traveled on their bed as much as they did on mine!

 

Haven’t accomplished much today, but what DID get done was necessary. Took some bags of ice and two gallons of tea to the kitchen at Lakeside Baptist Church for a get-together we are having Thursday. Jennifer wanted to know why they needed to be there TODAY rather than Thursday, but she has no idea how grouchy her mom has become. Only one thing at a time can get done in my estimation. Thursday the Texas caviar will need to be made and put in a container (black olives stuffed with cream cheese) and the grapes will need to be washed and clipped into sections that are easy to put on a plate. Then the “white elephant” gift will need to be loaded into the truck along with the food. The gift is going to be fun for whoever wins it in Bingo. It is a lamp with a magnifying page folded into it. Anyway, those little things are enough to do on Thursday other than getting myself over there. It does not take much to wear me out lately.

 

The only other thing the old woman did today was to spray the grass on the dressed stone sidewalk out to the workshop and the Bermuda grass on the front sidewalk. Did, however, walk over to Max and Laisha’s house to spray their grass that is beginning to come up between the sections of cement lawn. Patty’s part of the road also needs the spray, but my energy ran out first. Maybe another day.

 

Sterling called to tell me that we hit Iran, so you know the TV had to be turned on to check out the news. Ended up watching a political thing for an hour or so out of New York where Trump was trying to encourage folks to vote Republican. That state is almost as bad as California as to the type of people who have been elected. Sad, just sad. Nothing was said about any new attacks on Iran, so whatever Sterling saw must have been something older on the news. Just wish the mess could be finished and the bad guys wiped off the face of the earth. Guess that is almost too much to think about. Left alone, Iran will continue to be a vicious mess like rabid skunks that will stink up the entire world. Just thinking about 9-11 hurts.

 

Going to ask for some prayers from you all today. My nephew Daniel Wayne Pollard has a bone infection in one of the fingers he lost in a fan of the chicken house where he was working. Oh, the fingers have been gone for awhile now, but the infection just keeps coming back in one finger and making what’s left swell and hurt. He absolutely HAS to have this infection cleared up before he goes in on July 2^nd for the kidney transplant. His daughter Kristan is giving him one of her kidneys, but he can’t have any infection anywhere in his body before the transplant. Please pray that the doctors will get him in good shape before the transplant. Anyway, thank you for your prayers.

 

Thompson just came in here in my office to inform me that it was time for their dinner. Now they got “extra” food this morning when we went to Whataburger for their “mom” to get a caramel coffee and a taquito, but those two junior Whataburgers were just a bit small. The whole idea was to let them go out for a ride in the truck. We got back at just the right time for the mailman to get to see them behaving so sweetly and minding me while we walked up to the front door. He usually sees them barking and acting like big bad dogs. They really are sweet dogs, but we won’t tell their secret.

 

About time, and then some, to go bring the trash bin back across the road. Then maybe read a bit before bedtime. May even wave at Shona since she has her new grandson visiting here.

 

Let us pray for our troops and our leaders. May God bless them with common sense.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.