Day to Day.

 Day to Day.

 

Ok, this old body is sore and tired and grumpy, so let’s just say that if you can stand grumpiness, go ahead and read. Otherwise, skip this post tonight.

 

Cooked a pork butt yesterday and a ham today. Both are mostly in the freezer along with chicken that was cooked last week. Too ornery to make dog food or otherwise get industrious this evening. It’s probably the weather, but my head feels a bit sneezy and useless for much of anything. Hoping that the dogs and hens will go to bed early and not want to fuss about it. The dogs, at least, have been pretty funny today with all their play.  One dog will open his mouth wide and Sylvia will put her mouth INSIDE his. Crazy critters!

 

Jennifer just told me that she thinks that Michelle Malay was the one who bought the Thunder Shirts for the dogs. When one’s memory starts going south, it goes pretty quickly apparently. Sigh. Just called Connie to ask if she was the one who brought them over—SURE enough!! So, she got thanked again and told how often we have to use them. The dogs get so very nervous when the wind and thunder bang on things around here. The Thunder Shirts make a big difference. She said that her two cats just are not bothered by storms. In the first place, her place is built tight and out of good bricks or something that keeps the sound down. Then, too, cats have a different attitude maybe. Not sure.

 

Walked down the hall a few minutes ago and stepped in water from the dogs’ water container. Why they slobber all over the floor is beyond me, but at least they do not put their paws in the gravity water bowl the way they do outside in the hens’ water pans. It could be worse.

 

Talked to my friend in Kansas last night about her retirement and what she does to keep busy. She no longer has a cat and does not plan to get another one for various reasons. No litter box and no cat food to purchase or keep clean might be the main reason. She can get up and go somewhere without even thinking about it, too. Can understand that situation. Reece left his cat with Jennifer, and her sister-in-law has her keeping up with their year-old puppy. The other dogs are about ready for the puppy to go away. The puppy can’t help it, of course. They are ADHD at that age and just can’t control their urges even though they know they need to. It must be hard to be a dog.

 

Our neighborhood has a big, black-and-white cat that wanders around. My dogs would truly love for it to get within catching distance. It goes down to Patty’s and sets off the motion detectors and lights, but it does not frighten her at least. Now the bobcat is a different story altogether. She knows that it could and would eat her dogs! But then, so would a coyote! She even watches for hawks now since the Mississippi kites got my hen. Living on the lake is definitely different. And then there are rats. Had to pick up another one today and throw it in the trash bin. Guess Sylvia got it today as it was still wet with slobber. At least she does not eat the nasty things.

 

Last night while checking my emails, one of the companies that is associated with my health insurance said my account was locked. Yours truly called the company and discovered that the same password for three different associated areas of the company needed to keep only one password. Got that fixed, and then Jennifer said that someone had created an Instagram account in my name. If anyone gets something from me on Instagram, it is not from me. She reported it anyway. Some folks need something better to do than to spoof others.

 

Lance was talking to me about putting a tub of water out in the green house in order to have water out there that would not freeze up. Think the big water trough on the deck would be perfect for that situation if a spigot will fit it. We will see. May have to get someone to help move it. Can’t imagine how yours truly did that a few years ago, but had no one to help me at the time and put baby chicks in it until they were big enough to take to the hen houses to keep in one coop. Stubbornness will get all kinds of things done eventually.

 

Sitting here remembering how Grandmother Pollard used to make this jello salad with pecans, pineapple, and cream cheese or cottage cheese in it. Sounds good right about now. Maybe it is the time of year. Hers was always green. Some folks made the red stuff. Think it was Carla Beard who said that no one could get those red cherries at the stores now. She makes fruit cakes and sends them to some people she knows. Fruit cakes can be really good or really terrible, depending on who made them and how. The ones that are so dry that they crumble are a bit much. The ones that are really good have some alcohol in them—brandy or rum make good ones! Or just the brandy or rum by itself! Giggling

 

Well, the dogs are at it again with bites, growls, snorts, and assorted leg holds! Sylvia grabs his leg and won’t turn loose for a second or two. Can’t imagine. Now he got out a toy to distract her. He has one and gave her the other one. Smart dog!

 

May you all rest well tonight and enjoy the rest of this evening. For those of us who don’t have to go to work at a real job tomorrow morning, maybe we can say a prayer for patience for those who do have to drive to work and deal with people who think that what is going on in their lives is the most important thing on earth. The rest of us will just praise God for calm moments and critters who can be loved.

 

If life is worth living, it is worth loving both others and caring about how the world turns. YOU are loved.