Colder Than . . .!

 Colder Than . . . !

 

Yep, the wind has blown since sometime yesterday evening and has not really let up yet. First noticed the wind when Sylvia got so restless and wanted in the chair with me! My papasan chair is not that big, dear hearts! Put the Thunder Shirt on Sylvia and also on Thompson, but it really did not seem to help her that much. He lay down and was still enough, but she had to be touching me or trying to get in my lap! Poor baby. Put her into crate, but she whined and shook and pawed the door of the crate. Finally gave up and let her lie down next to me. Had not planned to let them on the bed since putting the electric blanket on there. So much for good intentions.

 

Cari Guidry just came by and picked up a couple of dozen eggs. Have enough eggs left now to try to make that dish that Mary Rhodes suggested. Frozia or something like that. It takes quite a few eggs and lots of bread crumbs and cheese—more than one kind. Anyway, think that is what will be made tomorrow.

 

Because of the wind and really cold weather, Lance stayed at home this weekend. Nothing needs attention that he really needed to come anyway. Piddling things can always be done sometime in the future. Barry Thomas Ice will do the deck light maybe this next week if he has time to drop by. Then it may be necessary to call the teenagers to come put the scratch feed in the bins in the middle coop. Not in any hurry as the sacks are in the back seat of the truck rather than in its bed. My sister by another mother suggested that the feed could be taken out in small containers. Sitting here shaking my head. She said the old woman is “bull headed,” and is obviously right. Maybe by Tuesday the weather won’t be so crazy cold and miserable. Here’s hoping.

 

So glad that the fire departments or the county firemen were able to put out the fires that started when the electrical wires hit the ground yesterday evening. Know that some parts of the county were without power, too. We should be so thankful for these men and women who are first responders! They do a good job! Prayers for them during times like these would certainly be appropriate!

 

Sitting here having black olives for a snack. They would be great with cream cheese stuffed into them, but somebody is too lazy to stuff them. Easier to just grab one and eat it plain. We used to call the stuffed black olives Texas caviar. Some folks think that black-eyed peas are the Southern version of caviar, but it is not the Texas version! But then, melon balls made from watermelon, cantaloupe, and honeydew are Coyote Surprise! Coyotes love melons! They are as bad as terrapins and birds and bugs ever hoped to be.

 

When the dogs went outside this morning, they had a couple of walleyed fits. A big dog food bag had blown over into the yard near the truck. That had to be removed. Then a big piece of torn up paneling was in the corner next to the road and the flower bed where the sunflowers grew last year. Just flipped it over the fence and said “be gone”! Bad attitude wears pretty well around here! Fully expected the clothes from the neighbor’s yard to be out in the side lots, but she must have got them taken in before the big wind hit. Michelle thought the woman was on meth or something since she was out there hanging out clothes when it was trying to rain—NOT that we got any moisture out of those clouds. Sigh

 

Well, a couple of shingles came off the roof, so maybe a call to the roofing company might be in order on Monday. Not sure that it will help it now, but it can’t hurt to talk to the lady about it.

 

Counted thirteen hens several times before number fourteen managed to come in behind me from the workshop. Guessing that she has been hiding out inside the shop. Will have to look closely and see if she is also hiding eggs. That would be about parr for these Coocoo Marans!

 

Have decided that my dogs don’t really like Brussel sprouts unless they are sharing them with me. Weren’t things always better to you if they were on Mom or Dad’s plate? One time Sterling was sick for about three or four days and would not eat. Finally, Mom asked him what he wanted to eat, and his reply: “Can I have eggs and toast off of Daddy’s plate?” Daddy made toast and eggs look so good! And Mom made the VERY best sandwiches for herself. She always asked us first if we were hungry or wanted anything before she ever got something for herself. And we just wanted ONE bite of her sandwich! Poor Mom!

 

Absolutely know nothing fit for sharing this evening. Sylvia keeps asking—every so often—for treats to be hidden in her treat holder. Thompson has some kind of horn from a deer or critter of that ilk. My first book of the day is finished and another one started, and it will be about like that for the next couple of days. We don’t exactly cause any rumbles around here. If the temperature gets down below the 20 degrees that is in the forecast, you will hear more moaning and groaning tomorrow. About the only skill practiced at this time is the indelicate griping that only comes with winter, summer, blowing spring, or a hot fall. Guess that makes it year ‘round, doesn’t it!

 

Let’s be thankful we don’t live near the latest underwater volcano and the resulting tsunami. Our lives are pretty interesting as it is with freezing weather, wind storms, tornadoes, mud slides, droughts, and other types of weather. We never have to suffer with just the same ol’ dull things in life. God gives us the most interesting variables and variety.

 

Let us be guided by love and compassion. Let us appreciate the love of these special creatures that laugh and chase around us with such special furry attachments to us. God knew we needed them even if He only gave them a few years to stay with us.

 

Stay warm and rest well, my friends. You are loved.