Sunshine and Breezes.

 Sunshine and Breezes.

 

This afternoon is plum pleasant. If wishes were fishes, we would all swim and have this kind of weather more often. It is just almost enough to make me want to go walking somewhere. Have those two stick things that Jenn bought for me to carry and use to keep my balance, but it feels as if it should be easy to just walk around and look at the flowers. Poppies of two different shades are gracing the front yard. The irises—yellow, deep purple, salmon, and white—fill the extra spaces out front. Oh! Spring is wonderful!

 

Got tickled at my brother today. He called and we talked about Granddad Pollard and why he waited each year until the bull calves were big enough to cause trouble before he worked them. Sterling has his theory about why he waited, but what amused me was the fact that Granddad always had Buster Zachery to bring Ladd Brown over to work calves. He said that Ladd’s IQ was about the same as his hat size, but that when Buster told him to do something, Ladd got it done since he was as strong as a bull and almost the same size as one. Had not heard that expression in ages. Reminded Sterling that when he left to go off to the army, yours truly had to help in the spring with the cattle. Grandmother had to go to Henrietta to register a brand because one of the neighbors would claim any calf in his pasture—knowing it was not his! Anyway, Daddy made some irons that had to be kept hot and returned to the fire when he was putting the calves down and holding them. My job was to keep the irons hot. That year we had had some snow that was still in the corner near the wind break Daddy had made for my horse. The snow was dirty with sand, the wind was blowing a gale—as usual—and the dust was blowing in our eyes, but we had to watch where we stepped because of the mud: so there we were in dirty snow, mud, and sand all at the same time! That was the year Daddy let me flank a calf and throw it so if anyone ever asked me, yes, that was one of my experiences! Funny now!

 

Went to Tractor Supply today. Yes, the chicks were talking to me. No, they did not come home with me. The Vetericyn that should have come home with me is still on the shelf. Got some hot spot and itch relief stuff, but did not notice until it was sitting on the kitchen table that the stuff was danged shampoo! Not going to give my dogs a bath this time of the year. Brrrr. Oh well.

 

Have six dozen eggs on the kitchen table. Jenn will take them this time and give away what she does not need. The girls are just laying as if their lives depended on it. Which is not the case.

 

Have been getting a bunch of Medicare spam calls. It’s my own fault. I clicked on a thing to find out about costs and have not been able to figure out how to block all these dipsticks. Patty said she is about to turn 65 and is having the same problem. Those folks do not realize that she has been on disability for years! Wondering what it would take to get them to quit. Maybe if one call was answered and got some questions sent in, that might do it. Or not.

 

Got forms from the city planning office today asking if we cared if they allowed a mobile home to be placed across the street. Nope, would definitely not appreciate it. One of those prefab things that is on a concrete foundation is one thing, but a mobile home is just a piece of junk in my estimation. They are ok if that is all a person can do for the time being—like after the tornado—but on a permanent basis—just nope. Anyway, sent in the three forms and then filled out the stuff online as well. Patty said she did not appreciate mobile homes along here either. She was going online to object. Not that they will listen to us. The city will do whatever makes the most money for their officers and big wigs. Argh!

 

Looking at our taxes this year seems a bit strange. A 20% increase for the two new schools plus all the roads they will need to get to them is just semi-insane! Plenty of places in this city could be utilized better than where they want to put those schools. Oh well. In a few years this old woman won’t care anyway. May not even be around to fuss about taxes.

 

During the thunder storm last night, the electricity went out. It always worries me since Patty has to have her machine on electricity—24/7. She uses it at night and has a CPAP machine as well. Anyway, Oncor got our juice back on fairly quickly. It is not usually a big deal for me. Bedtime is early for me anyway. The chickens have nothing on my schedule!

 

Glanced at some of the hogwash being slung around overseas and in the pig pen in DC. Honestly wish some of these people had two brain cells to bounce together. Now we know why Davy Crockett told them they could go to Hell and he would go to Texas. Guess Texas didn’t exactly do him any favors, but still. Then there was the young guardsman who drowned in the Rio Grande trying to help some folks. Turned out they were drug smugglers. What a waste! Unless they are children, no sense in even trying to help! But maybe that is a little harsh. The young man must have felt it was his job. Sad.

 

Made some chicken salad today using a chopper that Jenn got for me. Used four chicken breasts, a whole bunch of celery sticks, cranberries, and walnuts chopped up with salad dressing. Hoping that the young man who will be staying here Thursday will enjoy it. Certainly made enough for a teenager! Now if he just remembers to give the hens clean water and scratch, lets them out early, and puts them up around eight!

 

Let’s hope tomorrow is another beautiful day—everywhere. Just wish we could have peace all over the world and no more horrible disasters. Can’t imagine what it would be like if everyone were to get along well. Let’s pray that we get rain in its season, crops make, the bird flu stops killing our critters, and that nations will stop the asinine fighting. Let us ask God to help us to see our brothers and sisters as His children.

 

Rest and rejoice in His mercy. You are loved.