In His Arms.

 In His Arms.

 

Jerry has fallen asleep in the arms of our Father in Heaven. It will be a hard time for his mom now, so please pray for her. God knows our griefs and sorrows as well as those things which can give us peace. And really, only He can give us peace.

 

Picked up some extra groceries at Market Street and was putting them away and was thinking of feeding Jerry this winter. Guess that won’t be happening this year—or ever again. He was a sweet guy when he was not on drugs. His heart was right even if his head was somewhere out there. As dingy as a cowbell when on drugs, but a very real helper when needed.

 

Connie went by the new place called The Catch today and picked up lunch for us. Won’t bother with doing that again. It would do to fill a gut, but the dogs enjoyed it more than we did. Next time we want fish, will go to Long John Silvers. Don’t really appreciate fried cornmeal when it is supposed to be fish. Oh well.

 

Bought another rat trap for the rats and some stuff for the dogs called Vetericyn Plus for their skin problems. Also got them some Aller-Eze by Nutri-Vet. Have used that stuff before, but will keep trying to see if Thompson gets over this problem. Of course, as soon as we get a good frost, it should kill the chiggers, mites, or whatever is chewing on him. Wish it were possible to dust him with diatomaceous earth and not get it all over the house when he comes inside. But that won’t work in the house. Can’t imagine the mess!

 

Seven eggs showed up out in the nests—along with one gripey Black Maran. Think she will have to be shoved into the long coop by herself tomorrow. She pecks pretty hard--just thought you might like to know!! The Black-laced Wyandottes are sweethearts and never peck me. The Marans are a different story altogether!

 

Reloaded Lance’s water trap with peanut butter, so maybe tonight another rat will be stupid enough to drown itself. Meanwhile, bacon in the new trap and wrapped with thread and fastened to the ledge leading to the Maran roost might see another stupid rat caught. The one caught this morning was in one of those expensive snap traps that can be reloaded. It was caught half in and half out of the trap. Sylvia reached up and drug it off the shelf and tried to bite it to death. Had to release it from the trap before she could actually kill it. So glad to empty the trash bin with all the dead rodents this morning. Had to clean and de-odorize the entire bin. Bleah! At least fewer rats and mice are running all over the hen house when the dogs and the old woman go out there early with a flashlight. Pretty soon they will either succumb to the poison Mr. Acuna put out or get caught in one of these traps.

 

Vidalia sweet onions are on sale at Market Street. Each year it is a veggie that makes me smile. Recently the episode of Foyle’s War had the female character Sam making great big yum sounds over a huge onion. Things were so scarce back then that an onion was the prize of a raffle! Can you imagine?

 

The temperature has been fairly decent today. Just turned the AC on here in the living room to cool it off while writing this blog. The dogs are happily ensconced upon the couch with just enough cool air floating over them to be comfortable. Sometimes it seems critters can be SO much more comfortable than we are. Or maybe it is just the floppy parts of their bodies that conform to wherever they lie down. Cats are famous for getting inside silly things, but my dogs just droop all over whatever surface they choose. Doesn’t take much to make a dog happy.

 

Don’t have much to say this evening. My mind is on other things and people. Knowing how many parents and children are deep in sorrow makes me feel somewhat in despair. Yes, we know the final outcomes of life and living with whatever may come—just one day at a time—but it is still sad to consider the waste of life. Although love is never wasted, it is still hard to hold on when one’s love is altered by loss. May God give us peace and joy in our lives.

 

Rest well, my friends, and know that you are loved.