Passwords and Such.

 Passwords and Such.

 

Microsoft did a number on me, so to speak. It said it needed a password different from the one it had been accepting. Why? Who knows? But three times the password got changed and then rejected. Argh. So now it is written down in the password book. It was not my password of choice, but it is working for right now. HOW is one supposed to be able to remember all the passwords and all the little tricks that one uses to keep them from being messed with? Recently my FB account was compromised. That password is now longer and more complicated than any other one ever chosen by me. At least it works, however. It would be so nice to be able to use the same password for everything, but that would be too simple.

 

Michelle Malay called this afternoon to tell me a couple of things. The first one just about blew me away. Her step-daughter-in-law has a Rhode Island Red hen that is TEN years old. And she is still laying every once in a while! First it is amazing that the hen is that old. But then, it is eating dog food instead of pecking at scratch because its beak was broken. And it is currently molting. Anyway, the age of the hen amazed me. The idea of feeding it dog food—the wet kind, no doubt—was the other thing that startled me. Who would have thought about that? So, of the fourteen hens scratching around out back, how many do you suppose will still be around in the next eight or nine years? Well, that is, if the Mississippi Kites don’t attack again and kill more of them! Still disgusted that they got my Isa!

 

Michelle got her hair cut by the same lady who does my hair at Spa Bella. Michelle told her that she wanted a cut like mine that did not look masculine. Bet it looks good. Amber does a good job on my naturally wild mess, so she could do that on just about any kind of hair.

 

Have had to make two phone calls today to find out what is going on with various situations. One was to URHC—the hospital here. For some reason they sent me a check and did not explain it. The lady in billing just told me it was a goof up and to enjoy the check. Not going to fuss as the week after next they will be getting a little over $400 from me for a procedure. Such fun. The second call was to Chewy. My dogs are totally out of treats. Have you ever tried to explain to a couple of spoiled dogs that the jars are empty and not going to refill themselves just because the dogs paw at them? Anyway, the lady at Chewy said that their shipment was supposed to be here this afternoon. Ok. The sooner the better!

 

Cari Guidry’s mom came by and brought egg cartons and some peppers. She said they are hoping to dig up some sweet potatoes soon from their garden. Her husband got the plants instead of just planting pieces of potato, so who knows how that will turn out. One year my sweet potatoes took over the front flower bed and made potatoes, but that never happened again. The vines are pretty when the purple and green are mixed, but they do not have anything really pretty like flowers. The poppies or zinnias were much more attractive. Not edible, but attractive.

 

The book that had kept my interest for a couple of days just stopped at one point. The author expected readers to buy the next installment. Nope. Not happening. Now the latest book will probably be less interesting, but at least it should not leave me disgusted with the ending. It is about a woman who had to take off with her little girl to get away from an abusive man. Too many times that truly does happen. Sad, just sad. But it is not the easiest thing in the world to always tell what kind of person someone is going to be.

 

Oh! Joy to the world. The FedEx man just brought the dog treats! Sylvia grabbed a toy rabbit and now both dogs are squeaking a toy or chewing on a stuffed animal. Yes, they had some oven baked treats, too. Uh oh. The rabbit just lost its tail!

 

Now that everyone around here is relatively happy, guess you all can relax. The Dickerson household is in great shape.

 

Please remember Stephen Smith in your prayers. He has some major back surgery this next week. His back was broken in three places is my understanding. And the VA took MONTHS to decide that he qualified for surgery! Disgusting bit of bureaucratic BS!

 

Ok, now the living room floor has had an explosion of rabbit fluff and bear guts—the artificial kind, of course. Dogs! And people who love dogs!

 

Let us be grateful for life, critters, flowers, friends, and all those things and facets which make life so wonderful. Rest and be thankful. You are loved.