Maybe being fastened up like Hester Prynne for a few days has helped reduce the inclination of these two hens to take total possession of the nesting boxes. At least they have not returned so far today. Not holding my breath, however. If they are back in the boxes tonight, well, thinking that it is good to know someone who can put up with such foolishness.
Took a "nap" today that consisted of more than two hours. Amazing! Not sure if it was the mowing and weed whacking that wore me out, the shower that relaxed me, or the four Advil that made things cease to hurt. Anyway, it should be interesting to see if sleeping tonight will be affected by that long nap.
Had a lovely visit with my friend Michelle Malay. Can't imagine that her life is going to be any easier without her Joe, but at least she has his nephew there for a while to help her with things around the place. Think the lawn tractor gave up the ghost--or at least the belts gave up making the thing go in reverse or forward. Belts are not terribly expensive, but danged if getting them ON the thing is not the complicated mess! Can remember what kind of language Lewis used when it was necessary to change one of those belts. And they have to be turned in just the right configuration to work properly. Some things are never simple.
Have been sitting in my Papa San chair reading The Scarlet Letter. It has not improved over the last time it was read. But at least some of the references are easier to look up now that the computer is full of the history of Ann Hutchinson and others of that time period. It is a wonder this nation ever made it past the New England attitudes. But then, the West was a different world entirely.
Had some frozen liver--thawed, of course--and black-eyed peas with sliced tomatoes for supper. Considered onion slices but hesitated considering the lateness of the hour. Onions might be better in the morning so there is plenty of time to deal with indigestion. Did find the spicy ginger beer that was in the pantry area. But that is not what joined the meal. Not sure just what Tecate is precisely, but it is fairly tasty. It may not prove to be less of a cause of indigestion, but it is worth a try. Read a description of a couple of old men who ran around a town in Tasmania for years. One said of the other, "Just breathing air gives him indigestion. Might as well have a good reason for it instead!"
Currently reading some silliness on my Kindle. Sometimes fluff and nonsense is better than real life ever hoped to be. At least the characters are amusing. In this particular story, a young woman takes a job as a "caretaker" for an older mansion. It comes complete with a seven hundred year old butler and an equally old gardener--a vampire. Just funny. Oh, and an old woman lives across the street and throws rocks at anyone who is within her range--which is quite impressive. She turns out to be something like a unicorn--only black with a crystal horn. Yep, kinda silly, but fun.
The weed whacking that got started this morning made me wish for another one of those DH weed eaters on wheels. Only it would have to have electric start. My battery operated whacker does pretty well, but can't finish the front yard before the battery has to be recharged. Did at least get the grass all mowed today. Even washed down the mower before putting it away.
Michelle brought the dogs some biscuits and a couple of toys. Sylvia has not had time to completely ruin either toy yet, but she certainly has conquered the squeaking part--very well equipped with a safely covered squeaker. Michelle told me the alligator that Sylvia loves so much came off of Amazon. It is one of those Kong type toys. No wonder it is still in mostly one piece!
The kid across the fence is still throwing things in the yard with the dogs. Today a big beach ball and a plastic bowling pin. Threw the pin back and binned the plastic beach ball. Took Sylvia all of one second to pop that sucker. She is still chewing on the child sized basketball he threw at her. Don't really care too much unless she tries to bring it to bed. Last night she told me there was something important behind the big cast iron tub. Do you have any idea how difficult it can be to remove a tennis ball from under a cast iron tub? It ain't easy, dear hearts. But we got it out. Now it is in her crate.
So Connie and yours truly both have an appointment with Dr. B tomorrow. We will see what she tells me about the headaches, but it already seems to be better. Not sure if it is the twice a day gulping of four Advil or something else. As for Connie, please pray that Dr. B can help her. Honestly feel as if it is going to take something to settle her emotional roller coaster. Been there, done that.
Have basically been away from any kind of "news" today. Not sure if that is my escape from reality or just a tendency to protect my sanity.
Sylvia brought me her new blue dinosaur. It HAD two squeakers and is now reduced to one. But at least she has not eaten any parts of its body yet. Am sure other dogs are just as destructive, but have noticed on FB that some dogs actually take care of their toys like they are babies. Go figure. One of my online friends has a dog that takes her toy everywhere with her. Sylvia takes them to bed, but nevermind when she has things to chase in the yard!
The Zone director called today. The number came up on the caller ID as Riverside Cemetery! Thought that was almost enough to make it funny. She asked about my friend who is younger than me. Told her that at nearly 73, most "younger" friends are definitely over 50! Anyway, maybe my friend will want to take the beginners stained glass class. Personally, being around a group is just a bit much for me right now. Has nothing whatsoever to do with Covid. Just don't want to be around anyone. Gripey ol' cow.
Seems my brother and my sister-in-law in Arkansas are going to be moving some time in the near future. They are moving back to the farm where Sterling used to live, but up on the hill above the farm house he started out in. Then his little cabin near Gentry will be sold to his youngest son. Or at least that was the idea.
The birds have absolutely been singing their hearts out lately. A wren has taken over the chorus line along with cardinals, mocking birds, and sparrows. Once in a while the ducks and geese take up the opera from up above. And then there are those strange cranes. They have an outstanding voice among the sounds in the air. Not particularly pleasant, but definitely noticeable. God has given us something to put in our ears on a daily basis. Such a blessing.
Don't know much tonight. Need to call one or more of the kids sometime this week. They might need a mom thought or two--or not.
May you all rest well and awake with anticipation for whatever is happy in your lives. You are loved.
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