Just Thinkin' Again.

 Just Thinkin’ Again.

 

Looking back over the memories on FB and saw the pictures of Landon, Rachel, and Lewis. They were such sweet children. And they loved Lewis more than anyone around. And it was mutual. He thought that they were so grand! He bought his granddaughter a PINK B-B gun. Not just sure how well she could aim it or if it ever managed to hit anything other than a piece of cardboard, but it was the idea behind the gun belonging just to her! Girls like guns, trucks, horses, hens, flowers, and their Paw Paw!

 

Then saw a post from my friend Jo Ann Hobbs. She was a good neighbor while she lived across the street from me. Lewis and his silly old wife played with her grandbabies and tried to help her when we could. She was a widow and was trying to raise grandchildren. Then we got to meet Jerry and shook our head when they said that he killed his daughter. Neither of us believed that BS. He might not have been overly friendly, but he was kind to those little kids. Then they said that he “confessed.” We still did not believe it. Sure enough, the so-called confession was coerced. So many times that kind of thing has happened within the criminal “justice” system. So much is wrong within our laws that we hardly ever trust what is happening. About the only thing we can trust is that God will eventually turn injustices inside out and remove the blame and harm done. But now that Jerry has died from covid and the two strokes caused by it, the pain is obvious in his mother’s face, in her heart. May God give her peace.

 

My daughter and family are visiting Gary’s uncle in West Virginia. They have some really good friends taking care of the livestock and the home place. Kinda have a feeling that when they get home, it will be necessary to take the oldest dog to see the vet for the last time. Twenty years is a long time for a little dog to run around trying to keep up with everyone. But she is such a sweet little critter. Know that it will be a hard decision.

 

Have been trying to decide how to accumulate enough scrap meat or cheap meat to make dog food in some way other than by getting ground turkey, ground beef, or whatever to mix with rice and veggies. Most of the places that sell beef, bones, fatty chunks of meat and stuff grind it all up and make hamburger or something out of it. Even the bones are expensive! My granddad Kennedy was a butcher—as was great-grandfather Camp—but they knew how to use bones for stews and soups. Don’t think stew bones are even sold in stores any longer. Kinda think that dog food sold in the stores uses the “bad” beef and diseased meat from cows that have been injured, not to mention horse meat. Know my parents fed our dogs gravy and biscuits and the occasional rabbit that Dad would shoot. We did not buy dog food. Not sure it even existed like it is now. Maybe a net out there over the door to the hen house would get enough of those danged doves to make dog food! They certainly eat enough of the chicken feed!

 

Two dogs were my favorites once upon a time during my time at home. Tar Baby was a Poodle-Cocker cross and was as brave as a dog could possibly be. Freckles was a bird dog who adopted my horse and lived with her and never missed a step she took. Both were killed—either directly or indirectly—by cars. They went wherever my horse went, but that was not always a safe place for them obviously. These two dogs are never allowed to leave the yard, but they would given half a chance! And they don’t understand about cars at all. Right now they are on the couch play fighting. Silly critters.

 

Know very little today. Michelle Malay said she was feeling better; Patty called and wished me a happy Thanksgiving; and Anne has her daughter and family with her. Yep, that is the extent of my knowledge other than the weather report. It’s kinda cold and not going to improve in the next few days. It’s that time of year. Sigh

 

Will ask you to remember those who have to be out in the weather to keep things going for the rest of us. We can ask God to protect those who are serving us in whatever manner. And we can be grateful that we are still free. May God continue to bless this nation.

 

Rest and find joy in life. You are loved.