Sunshine Happy!

 Sunshine Happy!

 

Outside today is plum beautiful! Every bird out there is singing about something. The thermometer on the deck says 72 degrees. And yes, it is still February! No matter how long it does or does not last, this weather is wonderful.

 

Cooked a ham yesterday and ground a bunch of it up a bit ago to make dog food. Connie was trying to make a point about the cost of this food in contrast to the expensive food in the big sacks. Yes, it is probably cheaper to just feed them kibble. But for now, at least, they are healthy. Yes, they have gained more weight than is probably advisable, but then, the same is true for the old woman who has been feeding them. Anyway, as soon as the sweet potatoes are cool enough to peel and mash, they will have another week’s worth of food in bags. Have half a ham left to make either dog food or people food with, too.

 

My friend Barbara Matthews’ brother died last night. He has been in a care home for a long time and was not in a good place—hurting constantly. Sometimes it is hard to let folks go when we love them, but the pain makes life unbearable for both the person hurting and the folks who have to watch them hurt. God knew what He was doing when He allowed us to have an end to this life.

 

Have you ever wondered why Christ said that the poor would be with us always? Does that mean there is no answer for poverty, or does that mean that there is more than one kind of poverty? We may sit in our homes and be so depressed that we think we might never find joy again as long as we live, while a poor herdsman in the Sahara may delight in having two goats and finding some good grazing for them where he can be out of the sun. It makes me wonder about poverty and resources and how those resources are used. Everyone who has an eye to read can see condemnation of huge churches that do not heed the call for helping those women and children who are hungry. But what if hunger for food is not the need that God wants filled? Not going to give you any of my thoughts on this subject. Would like to hear from you all. Know a couple of folks have opinions on poverty. Or just think about the kind of poverty that bothers you most.

 

Lance came up once and looked at the backyard and all the hens out there and asked me if there was something in my nature against the growth of green grass. Yes, the hens are out to get every little bit possible, but give the grass a month and it will be way ahead of the hens! Then it will be time to call the Smith boys and see if they have time to start up the big mower. Love seeing the grass all cut and clean looking.

 

Have had some strange dreams lately. Have you ever dreamed about a store that has been gone for years? Do any of you remember Downtown WF before all the businesses left for the west or southwest side? A long, long time ago, there was a store downtown called The Fair. Daddy bought me a pair of boots in there—a size 5 ½ men’s boot fit a girl’s size seven foot. Daddy was determined that is where he was going to get my boots. The only other place he liked was in Henrietta. Had those boots for years until they finally wore out. But the smell of that store was leather—much like the leather shoe shop repair in Henrietta where Daddy bought leather to make bridle reins. Yep, certain smells and certain thoughts must trigger dreams.

 

Talked to Sterling the other day about the songs they sang at his graduation: This Is My Father’s World and Suddenly There’s a Valley were the two they sang. Do any of you have a memory of a song sung at your graduation? Mrs. Moon was the pianist in Petrolia, and you can almost bet she chose the songs. The church goers in Petrolia would have all been in agreement with those two songs. Can’t even remember if my graduating class had a song played the night of our graduation. Don’t think so. It might have been on the day of the Baccalaureate, but not the night of graduation. And you can bet no Catholic girls would have been singing This Is My Father’s World. Oh well.

 

Wondering if the Olympics will still be in existence for many more years. Never have heard so much controversy as when the games have been played this year. “You have been taking drugs!” or “Your pants are too baggy!” Good grief, Gertrude! Now if they want to get upset about something, why not just take the word “game” out of the entire deal? Let’s just get realistic and say, “My boots are better than your boots” or “My woman is taller than your man!” Used to think the tribes of South America were pretty barbaric with their so-called games. The winners got to eat the losers or something like that. Let’s hope it doesn’t get quite that bad.

 

Obviously know nothing of interest to discuss at the moment. Will let all of you just enjoy Keith’s pictures of the moon, the lake, the snowy streets, or his favorite café. Meanwhile, the dogs are going to have to keep me laughing by taking their toys out of the toy box for me to pick up for them. While THEY laugh!

 

Please remember to pray that God’s will be done. We have no answers to anything, but He does. Let us reconcile our thoughts to His ways.

 

Rest well tonight and look forward to life with joy! You are loved.