Phone Calls.

 Phone Calls.

 

Well, Kay Brough says that nothing can be said about her here because she will read it, so here is NOT saying anything about my good friend Kay! Giggling Loved talking to her today. She is just a bit older than yours truly, but we know the same folks in Clay County and went to school together for a long time. Ah, the days of the past. She was telling me about having double knee surgery—not the replacement kind. She thought she would be staying at her son’s house for three days. Surprise, surprise, surprise. Anyway, after she was finally taken to a pool for rehab exercises, she did very well, but it certainly took more than three days. In the back of my mind, it seemed like it would be about three days for this little “clean out” situation with my back. Here’s hoping.

 

Talked to my friend Beth Graf also. [Yes, have used all those fine minutes that don’t cost anything as if they were golden nuggets!] Anyway, she was telling me about buying two flats of eggs for five dollars and feeling as if she got a good deal. And she was happy with her fresh eggs. Sat here and wondered what a person would do with five dozen eggs. But maybe she cooks with them. She was giving me a hard time about feeding cabbage to my girls. She had her son go get some cabbage for coleslaw and was shaking her head about knowing that the hens were getting cabbage! Oh well.

 

Took Patty’s trash bin back to her house and watched the silly pups run around as if they thought they were on a race track. Must be something in the weather that makes them think that they need to run and chase something. It always concerns me when Roxie thinks she needs to go under the little storage shed. Who knows what might be under there! But she doesn’t go too far under and then comes to me when called. Of course, she has to get all the hair possible all over me when she jumps in my lap. Rudy still stands off a bit. Patty thinks that he is afraid that Roxie will get him if he gets too close to me. Jealousy or something.

 

Baked a couple of chickens today—not MY hens, but a couple of chickens from Market Street. Those suckers are HUGE! Both were over six pounds. Anyway, took all the white meat and put that in bags to use in sandwiches or soups, and the dark meat was mixed with sweet potatoes for my dogs. Standing at the counter, up to my wrists mashing that stuff together and hoping that no one called. The dogs liked the smell and the taste, so now they have something slightly different. They have definitely approved of this Purina One Lamb formula. They will eat that even without any homemade stuff mixed in. It really would be great if they could—and would—eat that without it causing them any trouble. So far, so good.

 

Got a couple of cards from friends today. Robin Christian included a news letter that told of a bit of what is going on in her life. She likes sports, and her son took her to see some baseball (?) games. Sorry, that is not one of the things in my vocabulary. But it seems like it would be the right time of year when he took her. Now she is thinking of moving back to Nevada. At least it would not be cold there like it is in Illinois. And she is also talking about doing an apartment rather than a house since a house takes so much more energy to keep. Can understand that. My friend Connie has a two-bedroom apartment—all bills paid—for $800 a month in a senior community complex. She seems very happy there. It would be difficult to do away with enough “shtuff” to move from a house to an apartment, it would seem. But maybe that would be for the best for some of us. Just hoping that staying here on Dickerson Hill is a viable option for me for a long time yet. It would be very hard to get rid of stuff, not to mention not being able to keep critters. Not many places want dogs running around outside, and it is not fair to dogs to expect them to live totally inside all the time. Know it would not work for these two. Guess they would have to learn not to pull on their leashes.

 

Sitting here wondering how much postage stamps cost now. Ah, Siri says that they are $.49 each. How about that. If you get cards this time of year, please realize that those suckers cost something to get to you! My forever stamps did NOT cost that much, but they have been in my address book for quite a while. Ah, email is SO convenient and cheap! Well, paying for internet is not necessarily cheap, but it has so many uses—entertainment and information! However, playing solitaire online has made me notice that the virus program on my computer has had to stop viruses attached to some of the advertisements associated with Solitaire! Nuts!

 

Have thought that the workshop would be cleaned out by now, but someone would have to light a fire under me to get me out there to get it done. It occurred to me that someone around here will want to raise some baby chicks one of these days. All the necessary accessories are in that workshop right now. The stuff needed for baby chicks is not the same as for grown hens. And this old gal is not going to raise any more baby chicks, so if you know someone who wants the beginners’ starter stuff, let me know. To be given away, not sold.

 

Have a craving for sweet pickles for some reason. No, not pregnant either! For some reason, pickles disappear around here rather quickly. Lewis used to eat dill or sour pickles. He was not fond of sweet pickles. That was my bag. Oh, and pickled okra! We both loved that stuff. It was Hanan’s favorite pickled dish. Have seen pickled green beans, but that just makes my nose wrinkle!

 

Found a tempered glass protector for a phone in my desk. Thought about Lance, but then it dawned on me that Moto 4 would be way out of line for what his phone—or mine—is. Not sure what this thing would fit. So much for tech knowledge around here. Deep sigh.

 

Got an advertisement in the mail saying that Eyemart Express would file the insurance and let you have the second pair of glasses free with any frame up to $39.95. Hmm. Seems like this was the same deal we got two years ago. Not a bad deal. Got shades for driving last time, but this time will just get the same pair twice. Trifocals are SO much fun. Humor. More or less.

 

Absolutely just dumb as dirt this evening. Watching the cars and trucks—and motorcycles!—racing by down on South Kemp. Some of those vehicles are definitely going faster than 50 mph! Guess they are all in a hurry to get home or something. Someone is gripey this evening. Know her well, too!

 

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