No More Paper Hats!

 No More Paper Hats!

 

Dadgumthewar! That is what Granddad Kennedy used to say rather than use any bad language. But he would have been shouting this phrase today if he wanted to be heard. The wind is a blowin’ a gale! Well, actually it is only blowing 30 mph from the northwest to the southeast, but it is whistling for all it’s worth! The pile of sunflower stalks that Lance piled near the fence have blown intact as a pile down toward the east fence. Who knows where they will end up? And the lake is not just ruffled, but plum surging with high waves. Ah, Texas.

 

Have stripped my bed and changed the sheets plus completed the load of resulting laundry. It actually took two loads since the extra “dog” sheet needed to be washed as well, so it made more sense to throw in the bath mat and some other things as well. Never waste water when doing laundry is my feelings on the subject. This is why the laundry water goes out on the side lot to water out there. It used to only water a couple of trees, but now it is farther down the side lot to water some grass, too.

 

The dogs have been content to snuggle up on the couch today rather than help chase things around the yard. Think the hens and the dogs believe wind has to be avoided. At least, some of the hens have begun to go inside the workshop door to sit inside out of the wind. Under the deck is still windy even though it is covered. Not a good day to be a feathered piece of fluff trying to walk around in this mess.

 

Lance and Tracy had intended to go camping this weekend and changed their minds with the weather. Makes good sense. Wet, windy, yucky, and not much good for quiet walks in the woods. Maybe another day will be better sometime in the future. They always seem to do well just sitting in their living room reading books. Their house is so quiet that it makes me sleepy! Lance says everyone complains of the same “problem.” Funny!

 

Having a cup of hot tea—honey lavender stress relief. Jennifer is a great one to suggest such drinks whenever something comes up, but some days are just good tea drinking days whether or not any stress is lying around ready to grab a person by the ankles and trip ‘em. Have been wondering how things are going for some of my friends and family. Noticed today that Rachelle and Jacob looked so happy getting ready to go to school. Jacob looks as healthy as if he did not have any horrible disease to knock his socks off. And Rachelle looked as happy as a mom could be who was going off to teach. Now maybe Keith Mattson will be happy to deal with whatever is on his plate in Florida. We can remember that he has a friend down there who has health problems.

 

Sylvia keeps coming up to my knee and giving me this look every time the wind hits the house so hard that it sounds as if the entire place is about to fly off! Maybe she needs her thunder shirt on even for this mess? She certainly is not interested in any of her toys. Hmm. My lap? Well, maybe curled up with Thompson.

 

Wiped down the counters and the stove top this morning after touching it and feeling all the grit. HOW does all that stuff get inside so easily? It would be different if the windows and doors were open, but with those entrances closed, it does not make sense for all that stuff to get on the counters. The floors are different. Walking from outside to inside can bring in enough dirt in to support a petunia at the very least! Oh well. Just happened to look up and noticed that the fan in the living room needs to be cleaned again!! Honestly! A full-time maid would be exhausted trying to keep this place clean! NOT that a maid would ever be employed in this ol’ house. It is comfortable, dirt and all. Nothing glitzy about this place.

 

The dogs really like this new dog food and look at their bowls and then look at me. Yes, they can “talk” with their eyes. It is easy to get the message. And if the old woman is a little slow, they can speak to her in their very own language. Each bowl has to be washed and scrubbed after they finish, so then they go back and check sometimes two or three times just to be sure nothing was missed in the licking. A bit of 4-Health food is generally put back in one bowl so that they can nibble if they get hungry before evening. The directions say one pound per dog on this food, but dear hearts, that is a LOT of food. A half pound in the morning and some more in the evening seems about right. They get treats during the day, but fewer now than before. Thompson acts as if he feels better now and is not chewing or scratching like before. Who knows if it is the food or the allergy bites that are doing the trick? Whatever is working, it is wonderful!

 

Took the five Black-laced Wyandottes into the small coop last night. They were not the least bit thrilled, but four of them were up on a roost along the south wall this morning. One was on the floor in the feed bin. Picked her up and checked her out. She was ok, but not sure why she was down there. Tonight they will be moved back there again and will be sure that they are all on the roosts tonight before yours truly goes to bed. Don’t want any of them being abused by the others. Athena and Rhoady are not mean hens, but they roost up near the top of the coop away from where these hens were this morning. Don’t think they would have been fighting with the Wyandottes.

 

Looking through the pictures that Jennifer sent from her trip made me appreciate that our country is so wide and expansive. Then it occurred to me that many of the places she saw were now having problems because of the storms that came right after they left. Talk about timing! So glad that they were not caught in any of that mess and feel sorry for the folks who are dealing with the electricity outages and the destruction caused by the winds. It is not quite as bad as the February Freezer we had this year, but close enough.

 

Have had to change my password on FB a couple of times lately. Not sure just why FB has a tendency to be so corrupted by dipsticks trying to get into other people’s business. But it is definitely irritating. And then a lady—supposedly one who had recently obtained an invite to my blog—tried to convince me that she had had her account compromised and wanted another invite to be friends. Nope. Those who know me fairly well have my phone number. It is not like my blog or a friend status is that great. Definitely not worth having my account messed up again.

 

One of the hens broke an egg in the nest, so the nest had to be cleaned and the three eggs washed. Guess who will have to keep those three eggs and use them. Sigh. Believe it or not, very few eggs are consumed around this house. Kept a carton of 18 because they were in the fridge the longest. Did not want to send them home with the kids, so Lance made scrambled eggs for our breakfast the other day. He also cooked the sausage very slowly because he said that frozen sausage patties should be SLOWLY cooked. Whatever. It was good, and HE did the cooking. It does not bother me to clean up, but am not overly fond of cooking any longer. Picky about food, too. Have considered Frito chili pie for this afternoon and indigestion for supper. Ahem.

 

Really don’t know much other than the weather report. Not particularly interested in knowing who is suing who or who expects to be the next man/woman on the moon. Suffice it to say that the rat infestation has been somewhat reduced. THAT matters.

 

Rest and be grateful for all the blessings given to us by God. We might not be able to believe that all the votes were counted correctly, but we CAN believe in the promises God has given us.

 

You are loved.