Laboring Day.

 Laboring Day.

 

Haven’t accomplished a silly thing today. Watched some episodes of “Mrs. Fisher,” but even that took too much energy to suit me. Just feeling extra lazy. Sat outside early this morning and watched the birds slowly come out to visit. The doves know the best place to be during hunting season, obviously. But they were still pretty nervous when the dogs ran out there to run them out of the hen coop. The hens made enough noise that they seemed to believe they could get someone’s attention. Silly chickens! They always get fed, but the timing might not always suit them. Feeding them does not keep them from making all sorts of loud noises!

 

Sat out back and talked—texted—Lance this morning. Told him the housekeeper was going to be here tomorrow. He wanted to know if yours truly was cleaning house before the housekeeper got here. ‘Fraid not. What you see is what you get right now. Did wash out the tank on the shop vac, but otherwise things are just about as dusty as one might expect. Need all the floors mopped and the ceiling fans wiped off. Hoping Loran will have time to dust the bookcases and all the picture frames. They all seem to accumulate dust faster than even the floors can get dirty. How is beyond me!

 

Sitting here rubbing Sylvia’s ears and noticed that Thompson was watching. No jealousy, just observations. Critters are sometimes much sweeter than people. Unless it is about food. That can cause some friction in certain situations. But the same is true with humans of any age. Blessed to be able to love on these two dogs without much fussing between them. They play with each other all the time—when they are not sleeping. Sylvia demands to play and catches Thompson by the back leg to get him to play. Then they get the zoomies. Beware dogs with the zoomies! They do not notice anything or anyone in their way!

 

Honestly don’t even feel like telling any family funnies today. The only thing mildly amusing was the small jump made by an old woman this morning when the big toad moved right as she approached the hen house door. No warm water hemorrhage, mind you, but a pretty uneven heart beat there for a few seconds until it was clear that the moving object was a toad rather than a large rat! The dogs are so lucky to have a keen sense of smell so that they don’t have to SEE what is in front of them with their eyes. They can smell the closest object and know before it moves what is happening. On the other hand, what would we do with millions of scents invading our lives?!

 

Will ask for peace for all of us and our world, but we know that God will take the request under advisement. But it won’t hurt to ask that this sick ol’ world be healed and the earth renewed and emptied of pollution. Some days it simply does not do to think about what mankind has done to his surroundings. Let us do what we can as individuals to keep the peace and keep our part of the world clean and loved.

 

Rest well and be grateful for all blessings. You are loved.