Strange Memories.

 Strange Memories.

 

Some years ago, soon after Lewis died, my friend took me under her wing and got me out of the house and caused me to think about some things that had never quite made it into my consciousness before. She said that the seasons often saw elderly folks dying off at a heightened rate—northers and cold snaps taking them when nothing else seemed to be part of the equation. Not illnesses, but a changing of the seasons. Honestly don’t think that we could blame very many deaths on seasons when that cold snap hit us back in February of 2021, but if a window was left open in the room of an elderly nursing home patient, the cold would have been enough to take life rather quickly. Even if all the patients had been camped out in huddles in a common living area, just being close enough to touch someone else might have been a help when the electricity and heating systems went down. Just thinking about what this stupid virus has done to people has made me wonder if some folks would not have been better off to at least be with someone rather than facing problems alone. Just a thought.

 

Have had the hose hooked up to the back faucet for a couple of days, but guessing that it will have to come off tomorrow when the weather is supposed to get a bit colder. It was nice to be able to just turn the water on for a change rather than having to haul water in a bucket. Such is life. Still have it SO much better than all my grandparents and great-grands. Great-grandmother Camp had a pump on their well—not an electric pump, Dear Hearts, but the kind that has a handle on it. Can you imagine how cold it would have been to get out there and pump that handle in a cold snap? Whoa! With all the stress that life has going for us today, we still have it SO much better than any of our ancestors.

 

Dr. Blackwell came by today, and we talked about a couple of things including the children’s books in my library. Actually, don’t have that many of them now, but what is there can go to their school where her husband is director. The ones by Tara Ross are great! Have a couple by Dutch Henry and want to get one by Diana Erbio to give to them. Really wish my daughter-in-law still had her closet full of children’s books to give away. Oh well.

 

Dr. Blackwell said that the Clinic did not do a test for MSMR any longer because they just spray something in one’s nose now to kill any bacteria that might be there before surgery. Knowing how dangerous that infection could be, that approach sounds pretty reasonable to me. Guess the PA will let me know when she sees me this coming Thursday.

 

Saw an egg holder that Brenda Jones has on her counter that had all colors of eggs in it. But she said the two Marans from my house had not been laying. Can almost bet those girls are hiding them somewhere! My Marans have been laying for the longest! The hens taken to Paducah hid their nests relatively well, too. But it did not look as if Brenda had that much space for the girls to hide in.

 

Posted a note about Bruce Major. He had to have most of his stomach removed, so he is going to become quite slim and trim pretty soon. His recovery looks as if he has a very good chance of the cancer not returning, so now it will be more a matter of healing. He was the pharmacist at Albertson’s for years—until they closed or right before. Miss being able to ask a pharmacist questions—someone who already knows the meds being taken. Guess the insurance company would do that for me if asked.

 

Have never seen so many cement mixing trucks in one area before they started working on the road and guard shack over at the State Hospital. They may have it all poured by now, but earlier, maybe fifteen trucks took turns going down Kemp and pulling in to have their loads pumped into different spots. Dear Hearts, that is a LOT of concrete!

 

Have been reading a book about a disease called “The Heat” that is based on a future scenario where the death rate is something like 99.8%. Can’t imagine! That would be like maybe one thousand people alive out of a town of 100,000! Math is not really my thing, but in this book, the bodies just dissolve into grey dust rather than a normal situation of decay. The wild animals stop being afraid of mankind as well. That is believable. Take the monkeys in some of these places like India where they are considered little less than gods. The monkeys savage people and other animals—including dogs and cats. Shaking my head at the thoughts. It is almost that bad with wild hogs here in Texas. Those creatures are not afraid of anyone or anything! Their favorite snacks are rattlers!

 

On that cheery note, will say that my wildest wanderings and wonderings are pretty useless at the moment—nothing unusual, that is.

 

Pray for this world that God will establish justice and His love beyond anything that man can currently understand. Let us give of ourselves in the best way we can, even if that is only through prayers for others.

 

Rest well, and look for joy in the living things around us. You are loved.