Games and Music.

 Games and Music.

 

Guess who has become addicted to music associated with the games and pictures/videos by Jacquie Lawson. It’s the fault of Carla Beard, if anyone should ask. She sent me an Advent calendar that had music—the Christmas kind—and some games. Just today learned how to properly play the little game with colored dots on a board, but that is ok. The other two games on the English Cottage are also on the Solitaire collection, so they are not unfamiliar. Anyway, lots of time could be spent playing and listening to the music. It certainly beats looking at any so-called news.

 

Went over to Sutherlands to see if the little light bulb from the light on the deck could be replaced. Figured it would get broken trying to put it in, so bought two light bulbs. The directions also say not to touch the glass part of the bulb. Try that one on for size!! Pushed it in the place where it was supposed to fit and reclosed the cover on the light. Turned it on and got zilch. Maybe the bulb is not just how it is supposed to be. May climb up there tomorrow afternoon and try it again. Just not too convinced that getting it out and pushing it in the other direction will make any difference. But, just to be on the safe side of having what is needed, bought an entire fixture to replace the thing. No, the light is not used every night, but when it is needed, it needs to come on bright enough to show yours truly the way to the hen house. Knowing the way is one thing, but knowing what is between me and there is something else again. Skunks, ya know.

 

My sister on the other side of the lake brought me some goodies yesterday. She had no way of knowing that the old woman was trying to remember to buy some pump hand soap for the kitchen or bathroom, but Cindy found some that smells SO good! It is a combination of cranberry, peach, and apple and foams when it is pumped. She also made another “corn sack” for me to put in the microwave and use as a heat pack on my neck or back. Those things really do seem to work well. Not going to say anything at all about the jar of (ssshhhh!) apple butter or the kids will be fighting over it. They used to think that Joy made the best in the West. And truly, she did make some awesome apple butter. The only thing better than her apple butter was her chow chow! Now that stuff was worth fighting over! Have never had any as good as what she made.

 

Michelle Malay buys things from some channel on TV or maybe somewhere else. Not entirely sure where she comes up with these goodies. But she said that she got herself one of the back scrubbers that she brought to me. It is supposed to be used in the shower, but it says not to get it wet. Not too sure about exactly how that will work yet. The sanding disk would probably work outside the shower, but not too sure about the other heads that fit on it. However, brains ought to be able to figure out a way to keep the water from getting inside the battery case. Duct tape? Well, the VERY best thing she found was another type of note pads for my desk and bookcase. Love chickens and these hens on the outside of the pads are just as cute as a button. That expression—cute as a button—is interesting. Saw that Carla had asked what other women do with earrings they would no longer wear. Earrings and buttons are the neatest things to use for decorations. That does not explain the origin of the cute button expression, but maybe that will stand to be researched.

Couldn’t let that one go, so looked on Google:

Why do people say cute as a button?

The sort of “button” that might reasonably be considered “cute” is the “button,” or bud, on a young plant, especially one about to bloom for the first time. Applied to a child, as it often is, “cute as a button” thus conveys not only smallness and cuteness, but youth and promise as well.

 

Not going to wear your eyes or your patience out this evening, so will get to my rat killing and leave you to yours. Oh dear! That is another one:

Tending to Some Rat-Killing – Talk Like a Texan

www.talklikeatexan.com/definitions/tending-to-some-rat-killing

Aug 15, 2007 · That’s an old expression that means “taking care of some unpleasant business that just can’t be put off any longer.”

 

Well, my daddy would be proud of me for using some of his expressions. But he would laugh at the origins—or my search for the same.

 

May you all rejoice in the blessings God has given us. Pray for peace and for the healing of this world. And know: you are loved.