Broken Branches.

 Broken Branches.

 

Sylvia does not like this wind that keeps blowing and whistling through the tree tops. Not just the whistling is bothersome, however. This morning the traces of the wind were cut through the yard by broken branches, an upturned rug on the deck, and several other things moved around in the yard. The Western Soapberry has enough semi-dead branches that it could shed limbs for a month and still look about the same, but one of these days the wind will probably take the entire tree down. Well, maybe the stupid bugs that it attracts would go away if the tree is gone.

 

It is not possible to have a seat in this house currently where Sylvia thinks she can’t squeeze in next to me. Why wind frightens her so is beyond me, but she shakes all over when it blows like this. Patty said the other day that she would be SO glad when the stupid wind stopped blowing a gale. It honestly would be nice to just have breezes instead of a steady round of 20 mph gusts. Oh well. It is Texas.

 

Not sure what is blowing in on the wind, but some of the smoke from New Mexico might be part of the problem. Have sneezed so many times today that my right ear even hurts. Not sure which is worse: sneezing all day or being so sleepy that yawns hurt! Gaposis, ya know. Granny Lucy, who was a very old woman back then living across the street, came over and complained of having the ”gaps.” She meant that she could not quit yawning. Know exactly how she felt.

 

Have pretty much stayed away from the computer today. It is getting to be a habit. Just can stand only so much. Even the free e-books site did not have anything worth downloading this morning. And if the “news” keeps going the way it is currently, may just have to play games and let my little trickle of chicken feed and dog news be the only commitment to online posts for me.

 

Sterling called and said that they had returned from their three-day trip to New Mexico. Not sure which of them was the happiest to get home—Sterling, Toby the tiny dog, or Rosie, the dog that had to stay at home. Not sure it mattered to Jacqui, but forgot to ask. Sterling just griped about the roads, the motorcycle bunches that were everywhere, and the lack of accommodations where they had gone. It did not dawn on him until later that it was a holiday weekend. Not a good time to travel.

 

Know less than nothing, so will suggest that we all need to just be grateful for life and love. We know the One to whom we owe thanks.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.