Nothing Much Done.

 Nothing Much Done.

 

The story of our lives? Well, for some of us: nothing much done. Certainly true today! Got a trip made to the heart clinic, and don’t have to go back. Think the little engine that could is still going strong.

 

The freeway going north is blocked for a part of it. That means one has to go across Jacksboro Hwy, under the freeway, and down to Eleventh St. It’s not bad, but it is not something that should stay that way. As if the highway department really gives a rat’s back leg what motorists think, huh.

 

This house needs a good sweeping and mopping. Not to have had any rain, the dogs have managed to have wet paws and leave the prints all over the kitchen floor. Oh well. At least they are willing to go outside now. The temperature is back up to its current 42 degrees. Yay! Even the hens are happier. It was obvious that they were not happy being stuck inside the coops. But it was 13 degrees of freezing this morning! Just too cold for man or beast to be outside. However, the horrible wind that has been enough to cut a person in half was not with us this morning.

 

Thinking that my friend Carla must be getting better with this second round of the covidicrud! She is currently griping about her poor nose and needing tissues with lotion. Uh huh. Lotion on one’s hands and then wiped on the face helps the entire facial area. Of course, the same can be said about one’s other end when chapped. Lotions are wonderful inventions.

 

Listening to some kind of different orchestral music on Google that sounds like the songs we have enjoyed just put to violins, drums, etc. Enjoyment! Google can come up with some good stuff.

 

Just made some chicken salad a few minutes ago. Chicken breasts, craisins, pecans, celery slices, and mayo. Plum yummy and satisfying. The only drawback to this salad was trying to empty two of those stupid, small plastic bottles of mayo. Wanted to throw the dadgummed things before most of it was scraped out with a long-handled teaspoon. Finished it with a glob from a decent-sized bottle. Thompson kept watching me and saying, “Umm?” Snuck outside with a small sack of ribs and gave him one all to himself. We won’t tell Sylvia!

 

Keith Mattson has been posting something different from around his area until this morning. Think his DIL needed his car. But you know, the poem by Frost that he read was so relaxing. He has a good reading voice, and Frost is one of my favorite poets. Let’s get him to do this more often.

 

Kinda laughing at my girl whenever it occurs to me that she knows her mom very well—and especially that cup of coffee early in the day. The surgery is scheduled for the afternoon, and she exclaimed, “But that means you have to go ALL DAY without anything to eat or drink!” Honestly do not believe that will be my biggest concern that day, but if it is, great!

 

The folks on Wichita Whispers made some very good suggestions for the widow ladies who might need a helping hand. One lady suggested her husband in Henrietta for those around that area. Another lady reminded me that my insurance company has a number to call for whatever problem that might come up with my truck. Anyway, whatever problems come up in life, there is normally a decent answer for them if we just ask.

 

Please remember to pray for folks like Kathy Jarlsberg and her family, my friend Roger Thonton and his family, and those like Carla who have been assaulted by this stupid virus from Wuhan. Maybe the virus has mutated, but it is still knocking the socks off of just about everyone who is affected by it. Please pray for the nurses and doctors who have to be in the hospitals every day. Then finally, pray for the women who are pregnant right now and not able to go to a local hospital since so many have totally shut down their labor and delivery services. At least in Texas, in all the rural areas, it is almost impossible to find a hospital that welcomes babies into this ol’ world. Guess we all need to make the acquaintance of a good veterinarian! My brother tells the story of his brother-in-law taking his wife to the hospital the night before his wife was due to deliver because he had to go home and milk the herd. That night it came a blizzard and nothing could get out except the big tractors! His neighbor was Mennonite, however, and had delivered all of his own children. He was their emergency backup. Think Janice was pretty glad her husband took her to the hospital early.

 

Rest well this night and find joy in whatever life has to offer of beauty and goodness. You are loved.