Ah! Liver!

 Ah! Liver!

 

Just put six quarts of dog food in the fridge. It contains rice, liver, bacon, a bit of olive oil, sweet potatoes, broccoli with cauliflower, two kinds of cheese, and a lot of effort! The one nice thing about making their food is that when my fingers get messy, guess what: lick ‘em off! Yep, it is quite tasty stuff even to me. As it is, they eat it on top of some lamb and rice Purina kibble. Their coats are glossy, and they have stopped scratching. So it works!

 

The hens wiped out two heads of cabbage already, but they are beginning to eat more of their mash pellets. That is what they should be eating anyway. May have to get some oyster shell soon, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. This old gal is getting a bit tired today.

 

Sylvia killed the squeaker in the unicorn that came today. Thompson ate its hand (hoof) off first. Killer dogs! Don’t know what the world would be like without these sweet creatures.

 

Posted about Sharon Dickerson’s niece, so you all know that she needs prayers if she is to recover. This covid crud is horrible—especially if a person already has other illnesses with which to contend. And diabetes and two stomas from cancer surgery can’t be a good start for healing. This situation is strictly up to God, but we can ask.

 

Finally on a first-name basis with the FedEx man. Chris is his name, and delivering packages is his game! He seems like a really sweet young man. Can’t believe how much he works, however! Seven days a week!

 

Apparently, my doctor’s office is swamped with covid patients and folks wanting to be tested or treated or whatever. Just sent her a text to let her know three dozen fresh eggs are hers if she wants them.

 

Have called twice this week in order to change an office call at the surgeon’s office. The answering service said that they would be back tomorrow. Not a biggie, maybe, but the hospital wants him to see me two weeks before surgery. The seventh of February would be what we need—or a couple of days later. Not sure if Jennifer will want to go with me or not to find out what to expect. Such fun.

 

Also, need to check with Pinnacle/Santa Rosa communications to find out what speed my router is. Son-in-law said that it had to be at least 25gm or mg or whatever. Good grief. Have already forgotten what it was. And you can almost bet that text was deleted. Oh well. Life goes on.

 

Hoping to hear from Barry Ice soon to find out about the wall plug in the living room and to get the deck light installed. He is a busy man! But he is also very good at what he does. Just wish a carpenter would materialize who is as good at carpentry as Barry is good at electricity. Need the attic piece on the front porch reinstalled or whatever. Honestly! This is a good old house, but the old woman who lives here is just a bit hesitant to climb up and try to figure out what kind of boards are needed behind this drop- down section of the ceiling. Took down a neat little sign and brought it into the house because the wind was banging it against the front porch wall. Nothing like a whipping wind to make life interesting.

 

Hoping that maybe soon we will get some rain. Even a little bit would be better than none at all. But, of course, that will also help drop the temperature. Sigh

 

Brought my trash bin across the road and put it near my house, but still have to take Patty’s down to her place. Guess that should be done before the thought dissipates along with a few more brain cells. Funny how a person who never drank or smoked could be just as forgetful as some drunk down on skid row. Sad, just sad. But then, can still tell you how a verbal is used as a gerund. Giggling

 

The tail end of January and all of us are about ready for spring to get sprung! Some green would certainly be nice. Looking at the front flower bed and noticing the bluebonnets are still trying to spread out just a bit. Just need rain. Here’s hoping that God blesses us with rain in due season.

 

One of these days soon, an English lesson on words that are mistakenly used for each other is going to appear here. Reading things in FB sometimes makes my teeth hurt! That’s what an old retired English teacher gets for reading that stuff!

 

Pray for those who are ill, for those who mourn, for those who hunger and thirst. May God bless them all with healing.

 

Rest and rejoice in the beauty given to us. You are loved.