Forgetfulness.

 Forgetfulness.

 

Forgot to post last night for some reason. Guessing that forgetfulness has struck right on Fenoglio Avenue. But not to worry, Keith will keep the page colorful and lit up with pictures of the moon or sunset or sunrise. Not much changes in some ways.

 

Slept hard last night. Read a book and then just took one of those little gummies to kill the pain. Guess it worked. Woke up at 4 a.m. again. Nothing changed there, either.

 

My entire week has been somewhat of a mess, but looking forward to seeing Lance late this evening. He was going to bring stuff to make tacos for supper. I have not eaten any tacos in a long time. And eating after 5 p.m. is a recipe for a disaster—or at least a terrible case of indigestion. The spices in taco mixes used to be one of my favorite smells and tastes. My! How some things do change.

 

Made two batches of chicken yesterday to mix with greens or whatever. One is just chicken with spices. The other is chicken with a pound of sliced mushrooms and spices—including the last of the rum that Donny bought for me. Pretty sure that will be the last brought into the house unless someone comes who is familiar with a place like Local Boys. Lance bought some beer for me the last time he was here. Most of it is still in the fridge. It really is a good beer, but it takes thinking about it to remember to have it with a meal. And thinking takes some brain cells firing all at the same time, ya know.

 

Jennifer sent a message this morning about my youngest grandson. Apparently, he ran away from home, but he is back now. Have no idea what is going on in his home or with his family. All your prayers would be appreciated. This is Hanan’s son.

 

Think the gardenia tree is a lost cause. If an old woman had kept the water going out front on those few pots, maybe it would have lived, but it is probably too late to keep it alive now. Jennifer trimmed it up at one point, but nothing green is left on there now.

 

Spent some time looking for Lewis’ cane this morning. Looked in the hen coops, the workshop, the deck, the house---finally remembered leaving it in the truck the other day because my hands were otherwise full. Oh well. At least an extra cane was in the house this morning. Not everyone is this silly.

 

Watching Life 360 to see where Jennifer is today. They did not make it quite to Myrtle Beach last night, and now they are headed south toward Florida. She told me their destination, but brain cells have slept since then, so will just continue to watch to see where they go. Such fun!

 

Lance is bringing my granddaughter’s old phone to exchange with the one currently being used here. More things to learn, no doubt! But it has been nice to be able to use this one to learn the basics before going up one level to a different phone. How these young kids do it is beyond me. But it is not like we have the same interests. Reece sends me Tik Tok videos that stop right when they get interesting. Not sure how to do anything with them, but they at least let me know he is thinking about me.

 

Landon has been house and dog sitting for one of their neighbors. He could probably make a living doing this. But he is not charging their friends all that much since it is someone they already know and love. Have read stories about folks that house sit and dog sit. If a person had to have an easy job, that sounds like one.

 

The trash man has come and gone and the bins put away, so maybe it is a good time to do something here about the dust on the furniture and the crud on the floors. Sigh

 

Please remember those who are trying to deal with all the curve balls that life throws at us. Prayers for others are also prayers for ourselves. We ask; God loves; we ask; God gives.

 

May your prayers be answered. You are loved.