Finicky Eaters.

 Finicky Eaters.

 

Isn’t it strange how a person can believe that something seen on an advertisement will be JUST what will appeal to the appetite? Ok, Long John Silver’s fish and chips are not bad, but the memory of Lance asking his daddy for more of those “bones” in the box still makes me smile. The fish was ok. The dogs said, “Nope” to fish, fries, and those little round balls of cornmeal—hush puppies? Whatever, gave the rest of it to the hens. The little “bones” are just the fish batter that fries up with everything else.

 

The skies are still murky with smoke, but at least the wind is not blowing a gale. If our firemen can get the “Coconut Fire” under control out in Wilbarger County where the Waggoner Ranch is, maybe the skies will be clearer in a few days. Too many of the firefighters are getting hurt here and in other places while fighting fires. The men from Clay County (Henrietta area) were out last night fighting the Coconut Fire and came back home on 287 to find another fire closer to home. Think a truck burned up, but not sure if that is all. Any way we go at it, the temperatures are horribly hot and the dangers are extreme. It was 104 on the front porch earlier. After the sun goes down, the old woman may go out and try to save some of the plants out front.

 

Cooked up some more pork loin and wanted to get it mixed up for the dogs, but the mixing may wait until tomorrow. My entire “want to” has gone to pot—well, gone to heck in a handbasket! It is not wise to mention a pot any longer as someone—usually some smart @ss—will make a comment about a different kind of pot. Takes all kinds, huh.

 

Have a feeling that a friend’s dog is about to walk the rainbow bridge. It is hard to lose a critter that means so much to us. Beverly showed a picture of her last dog, but now the one she has left is ill as well. The crud that happens to us also happens to them.

 

Talked to Jennifer briefly yesterday while she explained why she had not called me as soon as she was able to get her son home from the hospital. She never has just one task at a time. She also has to go get the truck, go get the dogs, take the youngest back home, go find the heating pans for a luncheon, keep the dogs out of the pool, and any number of other little tasks that keep her hopping. When Dr. Blackwell texted today, it reminded me of Jennifer and her constant road running. Kissi had to pick up her son and run some other errands, so she will be by tomorrow for eggs. No biggie to me. It’s not enough to just be a doctor! She is also a mother, wife, and help-mate for the new school her husband has opened. It makes me wonder how my house ever stayed clean when my life was that busy. Today the floors got dust mopped, but the wet mop will wait until tomorrow! Lazy ol’ woman?

 

A crew came today and started the foundation work—digging the holes and laying down the rebar—for the trailer house they plan to haul in there. Still praying that this will bring decent neighbors. They at least did not run into the fence or anything today when backing those long trailers and trucks down the road. Just wish one of them would have some cement dropped in that big dip across from the old Black’s place. The city says it is a private street, so they refuse to do anything to the road. Unless we do something they don’t like, and then it is a “city” street! Argh!

 

We need to pray for the soldiers in the Ukraine. Whatever happens over there is still going to affect the entire area—including the U.S. and Canada when the refugees end up here. Can’t imagine trying to learn English after speaking another language all my life! English is difficult enough for us! The one class that would have been interesting to be able to teach was ESL. Of all the students from various parts of the world, the Vietnamese, Russian, Danish, and Spanish were the ones that seemed to try the hardest to learn our language in my classes. None of them took English, just keyboarding and MSWord. Explaining what they were to do took a bit of patience, but if it ever clicked, they always did well. Funny that native students were not as careful with their work as the foreign students.

 

Have had the AC units going all day. Probably could live with just one unit on at a time if the old woman would stay in just one room. But that is not going to happen. Oh well. It’s the gas bill that runs extremely high rather than the electric bill. That Energy Ogre service does an excellent job of keeping the costs down.

 

Don’t know doodly squat. Only talked to Connie today and heard all the stuff she was told about what kind of Medicare was available and how careful one should be. Uh huh. Not the least bit unhappy with what my policy has done, but definitely would never recommend something like that to anyone else. To each his own. Don’t want to be a part of anyone’s decision process. Folks get all hot and bothered about some stuff, and Medicare is one of those things they find to be hot about. Such is life.

 

Let’s pray for rain. God knows our nation needs it. But let us remind Him that we need His help.

 

Rest well and rejoice in life and living. You are loved.