Improvements or Whatever.

 Improvements or Whatever.

 

Less pain today and still just as gripey. Well trained in the art of gripiness, ya know. But Lance has kept us in hot coffee, sausage and gravy, nuts and whatever, and then went to Wally World to get the ingredients for tacos which he will be making shortly. He makes them from scratch—well, he makes the taco shell things from corn tortillas.  The Bill Brown Beef hamburger can’t be beat, too. So, between the honey dew melon and the tacos, we should be in great shape. Looking forward to tacos. Have not had any in ages.

 

Lance had Jennifer start my truck the other day, but it hesitated. Today it would not start, so either tomorrow or next weekend he will get a new battery for the thing. Had him go get some cash from the bank today so he could pay for it with cash. My credit card is in Jennifer’s purse or somewhere. Not a biggie. She and Andrea went shopping today somewhere that they have this big craft fair thing. They go each year about this time. One year they were there when a tornado hit. They got home safely, but that was a bit much. As weird as the weather has been—22 degrees in the a.m. and 60 in the p.m.—it is not particularly surprising that the weather has its feathers ruffled. Sterling said they got 2 inches of ice, two inches of rain, followed by two inches of snow until it got up to about 60 this afternoon. Glad to have no need for the two extra quilts needed on their beds!

 

Lance has been entertaining my hens with a shovel. Have warned him more than once about the fact that they have a one-track mind. They ignore that sharp shovel and just go for the grubs! Thompson thought they were getting too much attention and wanted to chase them—the hens, not the grubs. Lance had to correct him about it. Funny dog. But now the hens have it in mind that the shovel is a source of tasty worms and grubs! Such fun!

 

Still have not decided to have Lance or Jenn go to Market Street or United to get a corned beef roast. Lance said he and Tracy tried one once. He liked it; she did not. Want to at least try it. Of course, nothing is as tender as a Bill Brown Cow from off the range in Megargal. Danged good meat!

 

Found a silly game on FB and played that for a bit today. Been a while since playing any kind of games. Usually just read, but the “news” is so depressing that it simply makes more sense to stay offline and out of sight of the strain our world is enduring. Even the happy sources of how folks are raising money to help seem a bit sad to me. So much kindness exists in our world right alongside of the stupidity.

 

Whoooo hoooo! Great tacos! And Lance had them ready in nothing flat! Then he had to try to convince the dogs that they needed treats instead of good stuff that goes inside the taco shells. Yeah, right. If the pieces of tomato had cheese on them, the dogs would have lapped that right up. Bet Jenn will share taco salad with me with the leftovers this week.

 

Got cool all of a sudden and had to turn on the heater. Came back in here, and it was off again. Obviously, the younger bones do not chill as easily as the old bones—even when the old bones have a thick layer of fat on them. Such is life.

 

Really have nothing to talk about this evening. Not quite as tired as yesterday, but took a nap this afternoon to the accompaniment of weird dreams about Lewis and Mother. So strange how dreams come to a person who is a bit under the weather. Now if sleep will come tonight, simply won’t gripe even if the dreams are as weird as they were this afternoon.

 

May you all have a peaceful evening and rest well. Let us be grateful for all the many blessings we have been given. You are loved.