Asking Siri.

 Asking Siri.

 

It’s pretty bad when one wakes up in the morning and can’t remember exactly which day of the week it might be. But that happened this morning. Yes, it was definitely Friday—time to take the trash bin across the road. It seems the wind has blown away what little common sense might have been mine this past week! But then, the dust, dirt, smoke, and pollen have definitely done a job on more than just yours truly. Patty said she is still struggling to get a break and a deep breath of oxygen!

 

The dogs just woke me from a short nap. They are excellent at watching who is doing what around here—especially across the road at Jerry’s house. Well, actually anything or anyone moving on this road coming toward the top of the hill is fair game for the barking brigade!

 

Connie told me this morning that the rain had contributed to the growth of the grass around the apartments where she lives so that now there is a carpet of at least three inches of bright green grass all around her place. Sounds pretty, but we all know how fast that stuff grows—and what happens if it isn’t quickly mowed down. About next month the green will become dry and add to the fodder for fires. Such is life.

 

Had a roll of cookie dough in the fridge that needed to be baked, so this morning slices of cookie dough became cookies in my oven. And they got left one minute too long so that they are not burned, exactly, but they should have been removed at least a minute sooner than they were. Oh well. The story of my lack of planning? Thought about the kids that used to live across the back fence when those cookies came out of the oven. Where is Brandon when one needs a disposal for crispy cookies? Guess he grew up and had children of his own. Wonder if their mom makes extra crispy cookies.

 

Got a message from Cindy Jones that the doctor was able to get all the cancer from the place on her left hand. So happy that she will just have time to heal and get over the infection that got in the incision now. She says she still has to keep it covered and stay away from critters, however. That means it will take a bit for her to be able to do just anything she wants to do. Not being around critters would be very difficult for me, but someone else took care of all the hens for at least five weeks. And then the dogs learned that they had to stay off of me and away from the bed. It takes time to teach them—and me—but we managed. Think now that Stephen is back at home from the VA hospital in OKC, he will have to be a bit careful as well. We will just have to pray for Cindy, Stephen, and especially Mariellen Rose who is at MD Anderson having chemo.

 

Have been watching the sparrows and wrens pulling fiber from under the bark on these cedar logs that hold up the frame of a pergola out front. Guessing that the birds are using that stuff for nests, but who knows. They are very intent on getting just exactly the proportions they need. Have wondered if any of them will attempt to use the bluebird box that Sterling made for me. The wind has certainly turned it around a couple of times despite the heavy-duty hook and eye holder fastened into the top of the box. Now is not the time to look for bluebirds necessarily, but Jennifer says that the hummingbirds are already visiting their place down near Ft. Worth.

 

Finally put FB back on my phone—at least somewhat temporarily. Had a couple of pictures to post on Common Sense. At least one of them will probably get me in trouble with my girl, but she is a beauty from any perspective in my eyes. The picture of Sterling and Sylvia made me happy, too. He thought my dogs were unnecessarily loud and obnoxious when they barked about any and everything going on outside, but they were just doing their job. Sterling told the builder across the street that his sister had two man-eating dogs over there along with all the guns she needed. It surprised me that he told the man those things, but he just nodded his head and said it never hurts to put the fear of immediate hurt into the heads of strangers. Guess he has more experience with defense than his sister will ever have. Vietnam messed him up pretty well, but then, so did his time in Germany when he first went overseas. The military is just a totally different lifestyle.

 

Truly hoping the wind and wilder weather can hold off for the weekend so Lance can come up from Ft. Worth. But the forecast is for wind again and 90 degrees of Texas heat. Whew! Sixty-eight one day with a flannel shirt and 90 degrees the next when shorts and sandals would be appropriate! Gotta love Texas.

 

As much as the Life 360 irritated her boys, it was truly nice to be able to easily see where Jenn and her family were at times. Not sure what the other service is called—probably just FIND—but it is ok, too. Can pretty well guess that both of the children are at home this evening. Ah, the marvels of technology!

 

Other than just getting a few things done around here such as burning cookies and picking up the eggs, this ol’ gal has not made any inroads on things that really should be done. And if Lance can’t come tomorrow, those things still won’t get done! Ah well.

 

Will you remember those who mourn, those who need healing, and those who suffer from mental and emotional instability? We can look around us and see these problems in our own communities, and then look at the horrors in nations being attacked by bullies. May God give us whatever we will need to endure such things and the gift of knowledge that HE will be the ultimate answer to these ills.

 

Rest well, my friends, and know: you are loved.