Small Steps.

 Small Steps.

 

Have the apples cut up and cooking slowly with a bit of water and cinnamon. The smell makes me think of apple pies out of Mom’s oven. Sigh Now have rice on cooking, as well. When the apples are cooked, the bacon has to be fried for broccoli salad and for the grease to cook the liver for the dogs. Two things done at the same time makes me feel industrious.

 

Had a short nap already this morning. When getting up at early-thirty, it doesn’t take long to need to either sit down or lie down. The dogs approve if the old woman lies down. Sylvia takes it as her permission to get on the bottom of the bed to cuddle down. Funny habits we create.

 

Called my sweet girl and sang to her before she ever even got out of the driveway this morning. She laughed and thanked me. It reminded me of leaving a singing message on the house phone at Lance’s house. Tracy insisted that we had traumatized their cat. Giggling. Lance’s birthday is the 28^th of this month and Gary has one a few days before Lance. May was a busy month.

 

Went out to check on the eggs and found one egg and one hen sitting on her nest taking care of business. They all insisted that they had to have a bite of scratch to make it through the day. The temperature has not risen too high yet, so they have time to get their work done before it gets hotter than a two-dollar pistol.

 

Ok, dog food made for the rest of the week; broccoli salad is ready and in the fridge; dishes done and put away. Always something that needs to be done.

 

Barbara Mathews called and said that the doctor had changed her appointment to the 8^th of June. They had done an upper GI and took a bit for a biopsy. The doctor called and left a voicemail while she was on the cruise with Mike to tell her to call back. Now the doctor won’t call her back! Argh! She said this is the first time he has ever called her about one of these tests. Kinda worrisome. Anyway, they plan to remove a bunch of her intestines when she goes in for surgery. Let’s pray that things work out well for Barbara. What they are planning to do would frighten the beejeebies out of me!

 

Think maybe a pinched nerve is right in the way of my pointy finger on my right hand. Most of the time it is not a problem, but using a knife to peel or chop something is a bit dicey. [Get that—dicey?] Eventually it will quit bothering me altogether—or not. Each day it makes me wonder what will come along to make life interesting. If the weather is not enough, one’s body can always find a kink to put in things. Literally.

 

Still feel horrified by the slaughter caused by the Russians. Can’t imagine half a nation having to escape its own borders to get away from that kind of terrorism. May God protect and bless them.

 

The men who were going to set the forms for the foundation for the trailer house to be placed across the road from my place were out there today. They took up some of the posts Jerry had used for his fence. Looks like one end of their house will be right across from my living room. It should be interesting. Will just have to pray for good neighbors.

 

Probably should go dust mop the bathroom and bedroom, but not feeling all that keen on doing that right now. Maybe later. Some of us are so very skilled at procrastination! Suppose we all have to be good for at least one thing.

 

Let us pray for rain, for decent weather, for our farmers, truckers, health care workers, and LEOs. And now that school is almost out, let us pray for those teachers who are having to decide whether or not to return to the classrooms this fall. It has to be hard on them the same as on everyone else, but they deal with problems that most of us would never consider.

 

Rest well, my friends. We know that we are loved.