Prepping for a Luncheon.
Mornings are brighter when lists make things feel more
approachable. In this case, the five pounds of potatoes have been peeled,
washed, and set into the fridge in water to be cooked tomorrow. Three different
kinds of onions have been peeled and chopped to dress the hotdogs of those who think
that stuff needs onions. Still need to boil three eggs for the potato salad,
but that can be done later. And then the pickles need to be chopped up for that
same salad. The pimentos and eggs go in at the same time, but all of it has to
fit in one large bowl in the fridge since Sunday morning would see me smelling
like the kitchen otherwise. Still need to rinse out the new igloo carrier so
the soda won’t be in there. New things do NOT smell good when they are made of
plastic. But the six little tong sets have been washed and are ready to go back
in their boxes. The shredded cheese and the onions will all need tongs. Anyway,
let’s hope this first little social will be well attended and fun for everyone.
My dogs have been well fed today. Thompson told me just how
the cow ate the cabbage early this morning. He wanted something good, thank you
very much. Made a burger patty for both dogs—one for each. Not spoiled or
anything like that. Then tonight he came and told me he was hungry. Sigh. Yes,
more burgers.
It is so hot outside that it does not feel like it is
possible to even breathe out there. Early this morning, the old woman brought
the truck up and unloaded the water hose and put it back on the faucet. It was
not needed at the church. Also, put the dolly back in the workshop. Have to get
two containers of that stop leak for those stupid tires. Bending over and
messing with the air hose and the little valve things is hard to do when
bending and stooping hurt like this. Will be so glad when my body totally
recovers from the back injuries. If that will ever happen, that is.
Watered the flowers in the containers and thought about sitting
down to remove some Bermuda grass from a pot that Brenda Jones gave me. Maggie
Sewell sent me a picture of her oxalis plant that she has planted outside. It
is so pretty. Think mine may just get to be planted in the herb box soon.
The cactus that Laisha gave me looked sort of dry, so I put it
in the sink and soaked it good. Apparently, it was home to an entire tribe of
tiny little ants. ARGH!!! Sprinkled it good with cinnamon and decided to repot
it. Really have never wanted any cactus, but Judie Brunson said she would like
a start, so will scrounge up a pot with dirt and give her at least half of Herman.
Laisha probably would not care. The little flower she gave me is blooming. It looks
like a miniature chrysanthemum. It may get transferred this fall.
Got a kick out of Danny Pollard (my nephew, Sterling’s
oldest child) saying that his new kidney that his daughter donated is working
just fine. The only problem is that he has started liking pink and looking on
Etsy for nail polish. Giggle. I am still praying that he will do well after he
spends this month in the hospital while they give him drugs to keep him from
rejecting the transplant.
One day this month the old woman will have to take Thompson
to see his veterinarian. The Sam’s pharmacy was able to get the vet to give him
more of his Galliprant, but know that he won’t do it again. They get a little grouchy
about stuff like that. They have their own pharmacy there at the office, but
the price for drugs is just a bit much. The Bravecto is the same price at both
places, however. Don’t really mind taking Thompson in to see the vet, but
Sylvia just almost shakes out of her collar when she goes. As far as she is
concerned, those people are out to hurt her. Poor girl.
Really have been enjoying this Stanley mug that Lance gave
me. Have knocked it off the desk or table a couple of times and neither time
made a mess. That is pretty helpful. Clumsy folks need all the help they can
get.
Sent off to Amazon for a hacky sack—whatever those waist
band purses are called. Can’t remember. Anyway, have become tired of all the crud
that hangs off my shoulders, so this will hang around my waist. Can still carry
my gun and my phone and whatever else that needs to go with me. Now will just
have my Bible and class book on Sunday to carry. Fanny pack, says Michelle
Malay.
Have been reading another book by M.R. DeHann. This one is
about Daniel. It makes me smile to see the differences in these writers who
write about Daniel and Revelation. Daniel’s book was actually written at the
time of the fall of Jerusalem but some people believe that the entire book was
written well after those events. However, Jesus Christ called Daniel a prophet,
so guess who we can believe.
It seems that when the old woman doesn’t write a blog post
every night, she gets quite garrulous when she finally gets around to saying
anything. Oh well.
Heard some heavy duty thumping earlier. Albert must be
outside cooking for the Fourth of July. He likes his music and his meat.
Everyone has cut grass except for the places down on the
road. Guess we can just pray that nothing catches on fire down there. Met up
with Mr. Black’s granddaughter at services. Funny how things like that happen.
She lived down there in the Black’s house for years until her boyfriend died in
their bed. Hanan called him Santa Claus because he was so rotund. Anyway, she
left down there and apparently moved in with her son. Now she is living with
one of the ladies in the church and taking care of her.
Just hung up the phone from talking to Michelle. While
talking, put some eggs on to boil. They FLOATED!!! That means that they are old
and not good. So, the dogs will have scrambled eggs tomorrow. Or tonight. Sent
a message to Brenda Jones to let her know the eggs were old. Oh well. Potato
salad is better without eggs anyway.
We need to be praying for those folks and firefighters in
Colorado and other places. These fires have just been horrible. Tornados are
always bad, but fires kill indiscriminately. From the little critters, to the
barns, pastures, and every animal that can’t get away from the fire, it kills
them all. Birds have no recourse, and neither do the insects, lizards, and
other critters that make our world special. It is just mindboggling to think
what these fires destroy!
Have been seeing that they are STILL digging out folks from
the buildings that collapsed in Venezuela. At the same time, at least six other
countries have been hit by earthquakes. Makes a person stop and think.
May go to bed early
this evening. Love seeing the fireworks from Japan that featured President Trump,
but also love that at least one state set up a booth for the fair despite the
fact that the governor of the state would not help at all. Businesses and
bi-partisan leaders got together and made it happen. Great country we live in!!
Let us remember where blessing come from every day! God has
blessed us so very richly—as a nation and as individuals. Let us thank Him.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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