Kindle Power?

 Kindle Power?

 

Reading the last of a series of six books on my Kindle has about run it and my eyes down. Did ya know that old age takes a toll on one’s eyes? Reading a book or more a day as a young person is totally different when the age becomes decades in multiples of two, three, or—well, not quite ready to say four just yet. Which reminds me of my cousin Betty. She will be 90 in April and told me that she wanted me to come to her birthday party. If she and I make it that long, will do my best to go. My great-grandmothers all got to that age, but they were mostly lady-like women who did not necessarily go out and hog tie calves or pitch bales of hay. Not that either of those actions have been one of mine. But still. Connie told me the other day that my kind of constant outside work and digging, shoveling, wrangling, etc., were not exactly conducive to just building muscles. Sometimes those actions are a bit hard on a woman. That’s when it occurred to me that picking up a child and carrying it around from day one until it no longer needed to be picked up was pretty hard on a woman as well. Oh well.

 

Sister-in-law just messaged me saying she hoped everything went well in the morning. My thoughts exactly. Have a feeling that this is going to be a pretty useless effort over the long run since it will do nothing to put the piece of bone back where it needs to be. But then, you can bet that Medicare has a formula of what all needs to be done before actually letting something be done that will be more helpful. But that is just my outlook on things.

 

Took a double-stuffed apple fritter down to Patty a bit ago when it was time to go get her trash bin. Have to go put mine across the road here in a bit—the trash bin, not a fritter. Anyway, we talked for a few minutes while the dogs were running around out there. Those silly dogs really miss Donny because he would sit out there and let them run around for an hour or more. It’s not like they can’t get outside on the other side of the house, but the rabbits run around on the north side of the house. Dogs! They are something else!

 

Got the laundry caught up again, but still have not mopped the kitchen and living room floors. This house gets so freaking dirty—especially the floors. Guess it stands to reason. Just have to make myself clean the floors one day this week. Not tomorrow, however. Tomorrow is going to be a goof off day after we get back. It does not take much to convince myself that goofing off can be a good thing.

 

Saw a picture of the clamps in Stephens back—about a foot long cut right down the middle. Yikes! Certainly hope that it heals quickly and completely the way it should. Simply can’t imagine going through that kind of surgery. And, by the way, they did the surgery at the hospital here. Had not known that.

 

Please continue to pray for Keith Mattson and his friend Carol. If he has said exactly what the situation was, some old woman missed it. Whatever it is, prayers can’t hurt either him or the person he cares for.

 

The hens have been busy today in all this nice sunshine and green stuff. Have not even gone out to give them any extra feed as they have all they need in their feed trays right now. They might enjoy a head of cabbage, but that won’t happen this afternoon. But will tell you that they got the leaves from around a head of cauliflower. Of course, my house now smells WORSE than just cooked cauliflower since it managed to get scorched on the bottom of the strainer in the pot. Dadgumit! Can’t imagine much of anything that smells worse than scorched—well, anything, really. Mom scorched coffee in the pot a few times. That was enough to gag a person. But she just scrubbed out the pot and did it again later. Dad finally got to the point that he would ask her if the coffee pot was on the burner. He could smell it.

 

Patty just called me to warn me that a “hawk” was out across from my yard. Looked at it and will have to let her know—a hawk does not have that large a wingspan. Even a Mississippi Kite is not that big. That is an eagle! Who would have thought it!

 

Really don’t know as much as those silly hens out there. My mind is somewhere else entirely. Oh well. Will just suggest that we all have reasons to appreciate what we have been given—and we know where all has come from. Let us give thanks to God for all blessings.

 

Rest and Be Grateful. You are loved.