End of An Era.

 End of An Era.

 

Today the Route 66 Group had lunch at Pioneer. Sweet Susan whispered something to the waitress, and then when we all started to dig out our credit cards, we were told that Roger had paid for our lunch. Susan was giving Roger a hard time about letting her have some cash. And he was giving her a hard time right back! They are so funny! But I love the fact that if Roger sees someone doing something, he will automatically say, “Now Susan does this . . .” He thinks she does everything exactly like it is supposed to be done. And then she got to tell us about having to learn state history in Wisconsin. She exclaimed, “You people in Texas have no idea how good you have it with battles, Indians, and the Alamo! We had to learn about a glacier field and how the rocks were formed!” We all got a big kick out of that one. But she is right. Read a headline today that said that the hardest working (not necessarily the smartest) people were Texans. For sure, most Texans feel like if they want something done, they will do it themselves!

 

Lowry and Roger were comparing the blood sugar lines on their little meters. Lowry’s was all over the place. Roger’s was a pretty straight line all the way across. Roger pointed at Susan and said that she takes care of him—and his diet. Can tell you for sure, each one of us had to have a “take home” carton for our meal today. We are all getting too old to eat everything in sight!!

 

When Lesli sent me the first text this morning, it felt as if maybe the old woman needed to get up and head to Henrietta. Anne was on oxygen and wheezing and gurgling as if she had pneumonia again. Am guessing that they are not giving her a diuretic, but not sure. Anyway, unless Lesli calls me, the old woman will go early Saturday morning. Worked hard yesterday and started out this day the same way. Still have not started on the vacuuming here in the house, but at least the workshop has more room in it with some of those weird tools taken out. One boy did not think his dad would want some of the things, but those things got left outside in case Stephen wants them when he comes to put the air hose on the compressor. Ya never can tell what will be something useful for someone else.

 

Walked the lots with the boys with a hoe in hand while they had a sharp shooter and that pokey tool to remove khaki weeds. Donna Reeves told me she just uses RoundUp on those nasty sticker weeds. Nope, not here. She does not have chickens or dogs that roam all over. Otherwise, yep! Would love to be able to just wave a wand and not have to fight these things.

 

Got to thinking about it: the folks at that table today were all born in the last century. We lived in the 40s through 2020 (plus two). That means we have lived in NINE decades. That sounds pretty big when the numbers are considered. But 1947 or ’48 had us all in that decade even if we did not live through it from the big four zero. Queen Elizabeth II was coronated in 1952 when we were all just little kids—four or five years old at the time. She is the only queen we ever knew. And now England will have King Charles. He is the same age as we are. His oldest son is younger than our oldest sons. And this is definitely a different age. Perhaps William will one day be king as well. Certainly, as royalty goes, Queen Elizabeth II was very dignified and wanted the best for her country. Only two days before her death, she dealt with the new Prime Minister as part of her royal duties. Now that is working all the way up to her death bed!

 

We talked today about how so many of our classmates have ended up in the hospital, care centers, rehab centers, or something of that nature. There, but for the grace of God, we all go. Someone mentioned that Mrs. Glascow is at the Presbyterian Manor. It’s a nice place. She should be happy there. They used to have a service there once a week for Bible study with a minister who has since retired. Hope they are still having those meetings. She can enjoy them. She was certainly appreciated as a teacher at Petrolia while she was teaching.

 

Well, wouldn’t you know that hearing aids came up as a topic today with our group. Funny how we all have learned to some extent to lip read! But if people would SLOW down their speech and enunciate their words, most of us would not have to ask them to repeat themselves or otherwise explain what they have just said. Amazing how we used to communicate as opposed to text messages and loud phones. Oh well. Things change or they stay the same. The things that change seem strange, and the things that stay the same can get pretty disgusting. Life goes on.

 

Honestly don’t know much except that the old body is tired. Dr. B is supposed to stop by tomorrow afternoon to pick up eggs. Always look forward to visiting with her even for a few minutes. Have house work to do tomorrow morning, so that will keep me out of trouble for a little bit. Or not. At least maybe the floors will be a little bit cleaner!

 

Let us pray for peace. Saw in the news today that Turkey is upset with Greece. Good grief! And Turkey is an ally of Russia. Sigh. Their president threatened to take Greece out overnight! Stupid! May God give this world an injection of common sense and peace in spite of itself!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.

Getting Dirty.

 Getting Dirty.

 

Worked on cutting back the rose bush called a Seven Sisters Rose bush today. It and the grape vine on the deck were intertwined. The rose was doing pretty well, but the grape vine has some problems. A drought is awfully hard on grapes. Just like every other plant, grape vines need water. Anyway, got that stuffed down into the trash bin and then took the bin to the end of the east lot and worked on those dead rose bushes down there. They fought back. But mostly they are in the bin. Will have to go down with the sharp shooter and get the roots out so the lawn mower doesn’t connect with them and mess up either a tire or the blade. Trimmed a few of those freaking Western Soapberries out of the fence line while down there. Got pretty hot before it was over with and just came back soppy wet. Have to take a shower here shortly. Can’t stand these clothes much longer. But had to go out to the workshop and look around at some things that will be sent home with the boys tomorrow. Just a lot of “shtuff” out there!

 

Talked to Patty for a few minutes today. She took herself to the dentist and then to Wendy’s to get lunch for her and her pups. She was pretty happy with herself. She is feeling much more independent. Know the feeling well after driving to Henrietta twice and not feeling worried.

 

Talked to about six different people on the phone today trying to get some money sent by check out of the interest on an account. Argh! Yes, old and hard of listening—especially when you are greeted by: helomynameisjasminandimheretohelpyouWhatcanidoforyoutoday? Good grief. Shellydannyjustin were about the same. Oh well. Sent the form off, so we will see what happens. Then just wait until the old woman gets ahold of their satisfaction/survey!

 

Shut one door on the coop last night and forgot the other, so guess whose hens were already happy to check out the morning crop of whatever it is they enjoy pecking. Oh well. At least we did not have a bobcat visitor.

 

Just got out of the tub with lotion and Epsom salts. Dang! My old body is not used to working in the heat and dirt. Just so freaking tired.

 

Got a box ready to send off with UPS in the morning. Have a letter to the bank in the mailbox. Poor Lesli said this has not been a good day for them either. Kind of an emotional roller coaster. So, she has not been able to check on the blanket sent from Florida. Sorry.

 

Think this is just about my closing song for the night. Ei ei oh! Will try to remember to shut the hens up sometime tonight. Rolling eyes here. Have jobs line up for tomorrow until it is time to go visit with the Route 66 Group. Just hope the gates all get locked before the old woman leaves the hill. LOTS of traffic up here today and this evening. Oh well. Two dogs on the job should be able to take care of things.

 

Let us pray for peace, for a sound mind, for less obfuscation from folks who know better and don’t care, and for truth rather than lies and innuendos. God give us clarity and right concern.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.

Khaki Weed vs. Teenagers.

 Khaki Weed vs. Teenagers.

 

The boys took a sharp shooter and a tool that Jennifer bought to dig weeds up by the root and attacked the khaki weeds today. Still saw a few after they finished today, but tomorrow is another yard day. Promise you! They will have plenty to do! Weed eating is not easy, but going to ask them to remove the two rose bushes that died in the east lot along with the freaking little trees that grew up in the fence row during the summer. Unbelievable how those things—well, khaki weed, too—can grow when everything around has been cooked and died big as Dallas! After the yard is semi-cleaned up, want to start the boys on the workshop. They can have a yard sale and get rid of all the tools that I will never use: hedge trimmer, chain saw, a weed eater, roto tiller, and that sort of thing. Have to remember to ask Lance if he wants any of that junk that Hanan used to use like a metal grinder and anvil [he did not]. Well, the boys’ dad might want those, come to think of it.

 

Since sleep did not happen until sometime after 3 a.m., the old woman took a nice nap this afternoon. Now may have the same problem tonight, but doggone if keeping the eyes open was even possible this afternoon! Since my doctor thinks exercise is going to help restore some muscle tone, the old woman will be working outside early in the mornings until things suit me in the coops and the workshop. It might just get my attitude improved, too. Wishing for flowers is one thing; planting seeds and watching for growth is a different critter altogether.

 

Was looking for something in my desk drawer and found some things written down about our dad. His high school motto in 1944 was this: I Can’t Is UnAmerican! He was in the Tank Destroyer Replacement Training Center from Feb. 12 of ’45 to June 9, 1945 before he was honorably discharged. Not sure when he got to come home, but know it was after Sterling was born on June 27 of that year. Guess many of the recruits were sent home after the war was actually over whether or not their two-year stint was up.

 

Have a few things to do inside the house tomorrow. These floors! Just have to vacuum and mop just to be able to live here. Dust mopped up enough hair for an entirely new dog the other day. How they shed so much is beyond me. But then, when brushing Patty’s little dog this morning, she was like a cotton gin explosion! Hair all over the place. But that is Roxy. Ruddy told me thanks, but no thanks. Not interested in being brushed. Patty laughed and said that was that much hair she would not have to clean up inside her house.

 

Guess the old woman needs to get something done to find out what the tracking number was for a quilt that was sent to Anne. The post office says it did not have it. Hmm.

 

Let us remember those who are still being attacked in their own countries. Israel, Ukraine, and even Canada now! Crazy! And the pictures showed some guys that looked a lot like the illegal aliens that came up from South America. Probably more drug dealers or something of that nature. Lord, please protect us!

 

Remember to look for joy in each day that God has given us. You are loved.

Surprise Tired!

 Surprise Tired!

 

Have you ever done nothing all that much in a day and suddenly discovered that your body was saying it was tired? Well, surprise, surprise, surprise: the old woman is tired and hurting a bit. A mess right in front of the fridge door convinced me that it needed to be cleaned—right that minute. The “icebox” {have called it that since childhood} got pulled out and the floor cleaned with one of those little metal scratcher things that are used in the dish pan. Wasn’t that hard, but then everything had to be pushed back. Kinda think driving to Henrietta might have helped along the tired part, but whatever. Everything turned out pretty good over there with the sister-in-law. Her daughter came after the old woman had been there a while, and we were able to visit for the first time in a long time without children or critters demanding our attention. Pretty unusual for both of us. She has the children, but my dogs act a lot like kids, too.

 

The dogs kept having fits about something out front, and when it got right down to it, that is their job, so looking out the window showed me the owner of the land across the road. He came over and told me that he and his wife are getting ready to move into Jerry’s place. Seems he put his house near Midwestern on the market and someone snapped it up. Jennifer said it is that way down in their area as well. A house just goes in a flash if it is decent at all. Anyway, they will probably be good neighbors for however long they stay here. They will just have to adjust to the smell of the lake like the rest of us.

 

When you are remembering folks in your prayers tonight, please include my SIL, Anne Perkins, my dear sister by another mother, Cindy Jones, and those folks in India who were hurt on the stupid carnival ride. Some things simply do not make sense to me. Anything that goes around and around is nice for some things, but my stomach and the feeling of being airsick is not something desirable in my estimation. And sudden drops? When even elevators give me the heebeegeebees! That is a carnival for you: a major no no!

 

Let us pray for peace and rain as needed for the places and people who need it. Let us show love to others as it has been shown to us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.

Hot Peach Tea.

 Hot Peach Tea.

 

It has been a good day. Oh, the hens have not been overly productive, but one found the nests placed on top of the other nesting boxes. Those beautiful black Marans have attitude and a skippy way about them. They have become more friendly over the summer, sliding between my feet to get to the scratch if they have not had their fair share in their estimation. Each morning it has been fun since we have had a bit of rain to watch them pecking at something that looks like little white worms. Whatever it is, they certainly are intent about their business. Some nice green shoots are also devoured, but that seems to be from the silly nutgrass. If only they liked khaki weed! Ah, or if someone had a friendly goat!

 

Sitting here with a big mug of peach tea that brewed up nicely. Earlier a pot of Brussel sprouts kept me busy—both eating and putting some away for a later meal—tomorrow probably. Some length-wise slices of English cucumber dipped into pimento cheese was the main element of my din-upper. While cooking some meat for the dogs, some lovely tamales were thawed and unwrapped for them. They had been in Jennifer’s freezer for about a year, so the dogs got them. If they had not been around quite that long, the old woman probably would have enjoyed them as well. Tamales are so good if they are not too hot—pepper wise hot, understand.

 

Plan to go see Anne tomorrow or Tuesday at the nursing home. Lesli said she had done pretty well today. But Shannon’s mother asked if she had received the prayer blanket sent by post. According to the Post Office, it arrived Saturday at a post box, but not the physical address of the home. Asked Lesli to check on it if she could. Will find out tomorrow for sure. (See last sentence here.) Things have a way of disappearing over there and have for years. My family has been in that place for years beginning with my great-grandmother Camp, then the Kennedys, mother-in-law Joy, my parents, and now my sister-in-law. Oh! And tomorrow is Labor Day, so the post office will be closed.

 

We got a nice rain shower earlier that cooled things down just a bit. It’s down to 81 degrees now. Maybe we will keep getting showers, but really need the kind of rain that used to float the kids down the streets when they left Ben Milam. Have walked many a little kid across Stearns and Rhea Road before we had the cross- walk guards selected at the beginning of classes. Was so glad one year when the principal stopped letting the children leave in a flood. The entire bottom floor of the school had water running down the halls! Crazy! They have done some things to change the water flooding since then, but back then it was entirely too much water for small children to try to cross streets.

 

Have been reading an interesting book about a young woman who inherited a fallen down type of an old inn where her family had lived for generations. The descriptions are just beautiful. Wish we had that kind of woods in this part of the world, but if we did, they would be full of copperheads and such. Oh well.

 

Another trip to the feed store is upcoming probably. The treats for the dogs are quite inexpensive compared to other places. And the one bin of layer pellets will not last out the week in the main coop. If it rains very hard, the top of the coop will flood their feed pan. Really need to get over to Sutherlands and see if some kind of sheeting is available to cover that one coop ceiling. The green house part does not matter. Suppose if worse came to worse, a tarp would work. Harbor Freight!

 

This is the time of year that makes a person want color in the house. Pumpkins or flowers or just some good stinky candles. Oh well. Think a candle is in one of the bookcases. Will try that.

 

This Thursday is the day for the Route 66 Group to meet at Pioneer. Looking forward to getting to see everyone. It just has not been possible for quite a while for me. But am feeling better even though it seems to be taking forever to get any strength back. Sterling says that he is running low on that capacity for going all day and part of the night as well, but he IS three years older than his little sister. Guess that makes a difference. But he said he is going to give up cutting wood. He will buy his from now on. His sister is just glad to have Lone Star Gas on hand.

 

Really don’t know squat or diddly. Have not even looked at the national news as it probably is the same ol’ same ol’. GAR BAGE! The kind of things politicians say remind us that they are so much like babies’ diapers—need to be changed often and for the same reason—full of SH*T!

 

Let us ask God to bless this nation, our people, our homes and families. Remember the children in your prayers and the teachers who help them. Let us pray for peace.

 

Rest well and remember to look for things of joy! You are loved.

Those Three Little Naps.

 Those Three Little Naps.

 

Think those naps were well needed, to tell the truth. Or maybe it was just the absolute best laziness to strike around here in a while. Whatever the reason, the old woman is feeling somewhat more ornery now. Just went out and gave the girls fresh water. The dadgummed wild birds have been eating the fruits of the hackberry trees—little yellow peeled seeds that make a complete mess when semi-digested by the birds that eat them. Then they are so thirsty that they have to have plenty of water. Don’t think they were bathing in the water this time. Can’t imagine chewing on those hackberry seeds and then being able to get rid of the seeds. Tried eating some when we were kids. Yuck and stuff. We knew better than to eat Chinaberries, but Hackberries were supposedly starvation savers for the Indians according to what we had read in some book. Oh, and my name was Little Beaver. Daddy was Big Beaver! Oh! The silly memories!

 

Got up early this morning and cooked some bacon and thought about making biscuits and gravy. Got the bacon done before a text came in saying the kids were on their way and that we were going out for breakfast. So, to IHOP it was. Had French toast without anything else because a pot of coffee in my coffee maker is about three normal cups—which had already been consumed! Lance had some French toast with blueberries, and Jennifer had eggs, sausage, and gravy with hash browns. Anyway, a good breakfast with very few folks around us. Early morning in this town is quite pleasant.

 

The girls left six eggs in the nests for me to pick up this afternoon. Did not have quite a dozen to send home with Lance. Jennifer got eggs last weekend and another 17 went to Anne’s house for Lesli and her family on Monday. Talked to the hens, but could not get them to give me that one more egg to fill up a carton of 18. Ah, such is the life of a chicken farmer. [joking about being a farmer]

 

My kids came so that they could go see their aunt and cousin. Anne is mostly sleeping. The meds they are giving her are keeping her comfortable. That’s about the best anyone could ask for under the circumstances. Not sure just how much time Lesli is able to spend with her during the day. She has two little boys and one high school age big-little man who is already taller than Les! He is probably a good brother sitter. And the boys have Snoop the dog and Little Girl the cat to love on. Think Snoop is going to Chicago with them eventually. Little Girl is going to South Texas with Erin. Some things are hard, and this is one of them.

 

Had to move my desk last night because Sylvia managed to get between my desk and the wall and got wrapped up in the cord to the computer. She had it nearly off the desk before yours truly could catch it. Dadgum! That would have been a disaster! Anyway, had no idea why my body hurt so badly this morning until Lance pointed at the desk and asked when it was moved—it was not in the same place as last Saturday. It then was pointed out to me that moving furniture was a no no. Ah. So, that’s what did it!

 

The grass is growing pretty wild. The firemen came this morning to check the fire plug and just about couldn’t find it. Wish they had brought their weed eater! Guess maybe an old woman will have to ask the boys to work that area over with their weed whacker! My yard is not quite ready for mowing, but some places just grow faster than others—especially since the hens can’t get to the front yard. The “flower bed” in front needs a bunch of crab grass removed, and then there is that horrible khaki grass! That stuff is the bane of a barefoot or any critter that gets near it. Jennifer bought a stick thing that will dig it out by the root, but the knee and the back have to be employed in that pursuit. Not an easy job. Willing to pay to have it removed, but the removal has to include ALL of it or it is useless to even get most of it. One plant is all it takes to spread all over heck and half of Georgia. Someone said that goats like it. Anyone have a friendly spare goat? Have just read up on the kinds of “flowers” that are poisonous to goats! Wow! I knew about larkspur and lupine, but some of the others are just insane—and very poisonous. Khaki weed is not one of them, but those stupid Star of Bethlehem need to come out of the ground. Dang it. They are spread in mostly one area, however.

 

The city tax appraiser came through the neighborhood taking pictures the other day. Can just bet that my taxes are about to go up a hundred percent. The double wide across the street might be considered good housing by the city, but the rest of the neighborhood—well, the one down on the corner reminds me of a city dump. The one behind me is somewhat the same, but the one across the street from it has bloomed into a trash dump with canvas covering a frame surrounded by boxes of crud with a deer stand looking trailer behind that. We shall see what happens when the taxes actually come out.

 

Got kinda tickled at Lance today. He looked around the living room and wanted to know what happened to the couch. Giggling. Started to tell him the dogs ate it, but knew he would not believe that. It was way too long for the room, and the dogs absolutely would not stay off of it. Keeping it covered and the covers clean was a major hoopla, too. Anyway, Faith Mission was happy to remove it for me.

 

Thompson just informed me that it was his supper time. He and Sylvia always have some food in their bowls, but it has to be something special early and late. They share a can of wet food or some of my cooking. Lately they got to have some beef that was chopped up and mixed with Brussel sprouts and carrots. The old woman enjoyed it anyway. The dogs will eat it when it is in my hand. Sigh

 

Can you believe we really need a good three-day soaking rain of enough volume to fill up a stock tank? Folks have been digging out their tanks and trying to prepare for hurricane (wet) season. God help us if we don’t get some rain soon. The heat is still with us and everything that is growing now will be dry and ready to burn if we don’t get rain and lots of it. The lake just stinks to high heaven! Horrible, stanky, yucky, enough to puke a maggot off a gut wagon! Dead fish and septic tank stink! That is Lake Wichita! Living by it can be pretty at times, but the smell can just about knock your socks off right now. This is semi-normal for hot, dry weather. The pelicans can’t eat all those fish, but they are certainly trying. Of course, they leave their own stinky stuff wherever they roost or roam around the edges. Kinda figure Skip McBride might know about that stuff. He lives on the other side across in Archer County.

 

Wish the old woman had the energy and elasticity of muscles to work in this yard. Maybe next year will be better and the aches and pains won’t be so easily stirred up. Not sure if the hens will get to stay with me if the city keeps coming around. They are so picky about some things, but never say anything unless it is about high grass or something that can be taxed. The guy that got arrested for sheltering his “girl” friend repossess cars, horse trailers, cotton trailers, motorcycles, and such and just parks them out in the street on Lake View. No biggie, maybe, but sometimes drama ensues when folks feel that he should give them back. Not even sure if he is still in the jail, however. Not much telling. So many people come and go in that house that it is impossible to discern who or how many really live there.

 

Someone mentioned all the sketchy people wandering the streets of WF. Seems none of the ones that used to live in the State Hospital are there any longer. They only have the criminally insane over at the hospital now. The ones that hallucinate and are otherwise mentally unstable are just out wandering the streets. Sad.

 

Tried to call my friend Roger the other day and his phone did not connect. Maybe he got tired of being at the beck and call of too many folks. Knew he would be able to tell me what size hose to buy for my compressor, but finally got in touch with Stephen’s wife who said HIS phone was left at home. Bought the hose, but kept the receipt in case it was the wrong size. Harbor Freight is a great store in my estimation. It may all be Chinese or Vietnamese, but at least the price is decent for the most part.

 

Watched Hercule Poirot on TV the other evening. Had not seen one of those in a long time. Very enjoyable. May try that again this evening after the birds are up for the night. Had forgotten how much mindless entertainment could relax a person.

 

All of you know that only God can give us peace of mind or peace in this world, so will ask you to include those who, like Anne and her family, truly need His blessings of peace. Thank you for caring for her and her children.

 

Rest well, enjoy the beauty around us. You are loved.

 

 

Something to Consider

 

The Volcanic Eruption to Consider

 

The massive eruption of the Tonga volcano in January produced a tsunami as tall as the Statue of Liberty, according to a report.

Researchers at the University of Bath in the United Kingdom took data from deep-ocean instruments and coastal tide gauges within a 932-mile radius of the Hunga Tonga-Hunga Ha'apai eruption, Science News reported this week. Using these data, the scientists ran nine different computer simulations visualizing the properties of the eruption. They found that the one that best matched the recorded data was an eruption that produced initial waves as tall as 295 feet — just 10 feet short of the Statue of Liberty.

In this satellite image taken by Himawari-8, a Japanese weather satellite, and released by the agency, shows an undersea volcano eruption at the Pacific nation of Tonga Saturday, Jan. 15, 2022. An undersea volcano erupted in spectacular fashion near the Pacific nation of Tonga, sending large waves crashing across the shore and people rushing to higher ground. (Japan Meteorology Agency via AP)© Provided by Washington Examiner

“This was a really large tsunami,” researcher and civil engineer Mohammad Heidarzadeh told Science News.

TONGA VOLCANO SPOUTED ENOUGH WATER TO FILL 58,000 OLYMPIC POOLS INTO STRATOSPHERE

The mound of water displaced by the eruption was around 7.5 miles in diameter and contained 4.1 cubic miles of water. The explosion also produced a global shock wave that generated even more tsunamis, a phenomenon the likes of which has only been recorded once: the 1883 eruption of Krakatoa in Indonesia. The pressure wave-generated tsunamis aren't quite as big as gravity-generated tsunamis but are especially dangerous due to their speed, posing a significant challenge to many early warning systems.

The Jan. 15 eruption was caused when a large amount of seawater suddenly poured into a hot magma chamber within the underwater volcano, Heidarzadeh explained. The resulting explosion has been described as a once-in-a-century event.

The pressure wave generated by the eruption produced a sonic boom that circled the planet three times, according to scientists speaking with the New York Times. The force of the explosion was more than the largest nuclear bomb ever detonated, the Soviet Tsar Bomba, which produced an explosion the equivalent of 50 million tons of TNT. The plume of hot gases and ash produced by the eruption reached a height of 36 miles, "likely the highest plume in the satellite record," according to a NASA report.

Five people were killed by the tsunami, and there was around $90 million in damages, according to Science News, which largely attributed these relatively small numbers to the remote location of the Pacific volcano.

Another phenomenon caused by the eruption of the volcano located 500 feet underwater was the injection of an almost incalculable amount of water vapor into the stratosphere. NASA scientists told NPR that the eruption sent the equivalent of 58,000 Olympic-size swimming pools of water into the stratosphere, which could take as long as a decade to dissipate. This has the potential to warm the planet further, alarming researchers.