Weather Forecasts and Other Fun Stuff.

 Weather Forecasts and Other Fun Stuff.

 

The weather here in Central North Texas has been awesome today. Yes, of course, the wind has blown. It would not be Dickerson Hill over Lake Wichita unless the wind blew and the shtuff flew. But it is still nice outside. It makes it feel as if spring might soon be here. Unless we look at the weather forecast: a high of 25 degrees on Thursday with 8 degrees that night. Snow is in the forecast for that day as well. Let’s pray that the electric lines remain strong and the current flows. The hens will be cooped up for several days this coming week with that kind of cold. The old woman will be wishing for spring sure enough!

 

Have tried to rearrange and clean out the office a bit today so that Jennifer will have a place to work when she has time. She and David (don’t know his last name) are the only two who do whatever it is they do with the customers. It has something to do with invoicing and getting the bills paid by the ones who buy things from the two companies. Anyway, David would really have a time to try to keep up if Jenn is not helping and doing her part.

 

Looking at my house from a different viewpoint, apparently clutter is my middle name. Lewis hated clutter, but it just happens wherever the old woman works—or plays. Dusting is going to be a major portion of cleaning this house even once. And dust has been one of the things with which some of us struggle mightily. Others of us watch the stuff accumulate and just shake our heads. You can guess which one lives here.

 

Rearranging the office was like a treasure hunt. Flower seeds that arrived last year and were stuffed in a padded envelope might do wonders if they get any rain this year. Then there was the heater purchased last year that never got used before the weather turned warmer. Guess it will get used this week!

 

Connie gently scolded me this morning when she asked if the dogs had been trained to stay off my bed yet. The answer is that they are being talked to and persuaded. They look at me for permission at this point. Let’s hope that my persuasive skills improve. They won’t be allowed to jump on me when we get back home—or on the bed.

 

Have thought often of my friend Roger. He had that quadruple bypass surgery and then had to have some fluid removed from around his heart lately. Remembering how it was when Lewis had that surgery makes me hope that his ribs went back in place the way that they should. Our little Rachel was so happy to have PawPaw home. Then she popped up on the bed and sat down on his chest. Tracy got her up quickly, but Lewis said that must have been just exactly what he needed to pop his ribs back into place! He would never admit that it hurt, but he did think that it helped.

 

Made some more broccoli salad yesterday. It was so very good. Would rather have that than a banana split! May just have to get online and order some more veggies for this coming week. Know the hens would love some bok choy. This old woman likes it, too. By the way, if you can find a delicata squash, try it and let me know what you think. It is better than sweet potatoes ever hoped to be.

 

Fed the dogs the last quart of homemade dog food this morning. Guess a certain old woman needs to get busy and make up some more of the stuff. Will have to include liver on my order to Market Street. It’s always something. Have canned foods, and frozen foods are so easy most of the time, but fresh produce is just the absolute best. Think the dogs agree when they get something they like.

 

Ok, have to tell you about my niece Becky. She teaches up in Gentry, Arkansas. Not sure which grade she teaches, but this is a relatively small school. She starts the kids off every morning with a prayer, so they are used to seeing her pray. The other afternoon she had her head down and one of the children asked, “Mrs. Becky, do you have a headache?”

“No, I don’t have a headache.”

“Then why do you have your head down?”

“I was praying,” replied Becky.

“What were you praying for?” asked the child.

“Three-thirty,” answered Becky.

Sat here reading that and just knew my mother would have been absolutely bent over with laughter. She taught Sterling’s children to pray—well, she tried. She and Dad had an old car that they called “Old Hope So” because they had to pray that they would get wherever they were going. The car started out brand new for them, but Daddy was not much on mechanical stuff like that. Lewis tried to tell him what he needed to do, but Daddy was pretty stubborn and did not want to spend one penny more on that kind of stuff than necessary. So, they ended up praying a lot about whether they would get back home when they left in Old Hope So. Then all of Sterling’s kids used the car when they left home and needed one. Think the old car has been rebuilt a couple of times since then. It just makes me smile to think about the car that Granddad Kennedy bought for my mom.

 

Just got off the phone with my dear friend AnnaBeth. We have semi-similar backgrounds—country girls, ya know. We have seen and are more than familiar with an outhouse, chickens, killing pullets and dressing them, growing a garden, and other things that mattered to us. We also attended the same church for years. She was raised as a Baptist, too. We laughed about hearing the old hymns in our heads and humming them to ourselves. Her sister, who became a Catholic, said she suddenly heard one of the old hymns in her head about standing up for Jesus. The old woman on Dickerson Hill was humming Leaning on the Everlasting Arms the other day. Sterling said that he really misses those hymns, too. Funny how life comes back around to some things. It is good to know that God is in charge no matter what. We have to do our part to love others and behave as well as possible, but we still know the end of the story.

 

My day has turned around and made me just a bit happier this evening. May you all find joy in whatever you find to do, and may life be satisfying in all its many aspects. May God be with you. You are loved.