Preparing for a Visit.

 Preparing for a Visit.

 

My cousin Betty will be 90 on Thursday. She and her brother Keith were my closest cousins. And that closeness was doubled by the fact that her mom and my granddad Kennedy were first cousins. Her dad and Granddad Kennedy’s wife (my mom’s mother) were brother and sister. Anyway, Betty was older than all of us kids, but Keith was such a neat guy that his ten years of age difference did not matter. He was just fun to be around. He was in the army before Vietnam, but never got sent there. He was a cook and took care of officers’ messes. Anyway, Keith and my husband Lewis were great friends at the time, and Keith wanted me to meet Lewis. Eventually that happened despite the fact that Daddy did not want me to marry until my college classes were finished. Yes, that was a good idea, but pretty unrealistic. Anyway, Jenn is going to take me to the celebration for Betty’s birthday.

 

It has been a pretty day. The hens must have been enjoying it as well because there were a dozen fresh eggs out in the boxes today. Sending home two dozen to Cari Guidry and taking five dozen to Jenn’s house—spreading the joy, ya know.

 

Took a small container of chicken salad down to Patty a bit ago. Seems my eyes got bigger than my ideas about how much it would take in case my house sitter got a bit hungry. Guess maybe a call to the guy would be appropriate either tonight or in the morning. He needs to know a couple of things that will need to be done.

 

You may or may not find a post Thursday, but probably one on Friday. Meanwhile, please pray for my friend Carol who is having some work done this Friday in the hospital. It is extra hard to go have things done without a husband or child to accompany one. And so many folks are just exactly in that situation. Let us remember those who are so very alone.

 

The political-world situation just keeps getting darker. The “news” portrays stuff as important that hardly matters—who hit who in Hollywood is hardly of earthshattering import! But which nation is throwing bombs at other nations DOES matter. No peace will ever be total on this old earth until tanks become tractors or communication relays only truth.

 

My mind is wandering without supervision this afternoon, so will just tell you that watching little black hens scratching for worms and grubs is about all the entertainment needed around here. May you all find joy in the world around you—the flowers, the trees, the birds’ songs!

 

Rest and know: you are loved.