Neat Lawn--or Field.

 Neat Lawn—or Field.

 

The boys came, mowed, dug up khaki weed and Eve’s Necklace trees, did weed eating, and then took about 20 minutes trying to turn the van and trailer around. That backing thing is the reason the old woman gave Lewis’ trailer to Donny Anderson. Anyway, the yard looks nice inside and out. Think most of the khaki weeds have been dug out so the dogs won’t get stickers in their feet. Anyway, having filled the stupid gas container too full and lifting it over the side of the truck instead of putting the tailgate down like an intelligent person, yours truly is tired and sore. But SO very glad to have the place looking as if someone cares about it. The hens may not approve having all that grass cut, but such is life.

 

Really appreciate Energy Ogre since getting my electric bill does not send me into panic mode. Wish they had such a service for natural gas, but that is too much to hope. Just don’t understand how the gas bill can go up to three times more than it normally would be. Sometimes it feels as if there is no such thing as just living. It feels a bit more like surviving when it is time to pay the bills. Think that may be how my nephew Danny felt when he got the bill for his chicken houses. They wanted $9K—that is $9,000! How are farmers supposed to make a living? And how are old folks going to eat, stay warm in the winter, or stay reasonably comfortable in the summer. Have you seen the heat reports in Texas? Believe it said 106 degrees in Abilene already. That is just insanely hot for the month of May.

 

Thought macaroni and cheese sounded good recently and bought a Kraft thing that goes in the microwave with a couple of packets of cheese with some bacon bits. NOT very good at all. Won’t ever do that again. Bleah. Oh well. Don’t need all those empty carbs anyway. Much prefer the peppers, mushrooms, and cucumbers that was lunch today. Just different things that can be eaten with or without lettuce.

 

Need to call my friend Barbara Mathews and get her to stop by and pick up eggs. The Petrolia group will undoubtedly get together this Thursday for lunch and a gab session, so she should be in town. Wish these folks would consider getting up early to get together. Afternoons are horrible in the summertime. Guess it is obvious that an old woman is a morning person. Oh well. Some of us are just not exactly social as often as others on top of everything else.

 

Saw a post from Mariellen Rose talking about her chemo treatments and trying to get out of the hospital in time to make it home before too late thirty. Hospitals never run on a real person’s schedule. Then, too, read a post from Kathy’s husband, Stilton Jarlsberg, about trying to recover from her loss and living without her. Know for a fact that losing your spouse is one of the hardest things to deal with. Poor Patty is still finding ways to deal with tears and changes. Eventually, things adjust, but it is never easy and always hurts until only the good memories come back to you.

 

SO many beautiful flowers on FB right now. Baby chicks, foals, lambs, and just the renewal of life is uplifting. As long as we can find some hope, the world we live in can almost seem possible to change. Or our outlook can change. For now, we just have to pray that those in horrible circumstances can find some hope and not give up on knowing that love is still there for us all.

 

Rest well this evening, my friends. You are loved.