Expectations vs. Realities.

 Expectations vs. Realities.

 

Earlier today we were expecting a severe storm with hail and high winds. So, at the moment, we have wind speeds at 16 mph and slightly above, plus some thunder. The chickens are scattered all over the lots and refuse to be tempted by scratch or those nasty, dead worm bodies. Oh well. If they get wet, it won’t hurt them. They have plenty of places to hide—under the deck mainly. And maybe when it gets dark, they will go back inside their coops. Jenn was worried earlier that the silly, old impulsive mother around here might dash out into the hail trying to protect the chicks. She has no idea that my dashing days are far behind me.

 

Told Stephen to stay at home after it got so blamed hot today; he had been to his doctor’s office to get some mean shots in his shoulders. It did not look like it would have been much fun. Pain doesn’t do much for a person’s outlook on work, so there did not seem to be enough reason to try to get anything done right away. The doors to the workshop can be shut or opened as needed currently. That is all that matters. The hens might accidentally go in there to eat the stuff put out for them, but it is doubtful. They don’t like strange places.

 

Thompson brought his bone inside to chew on. It makes me wonder what it is about a bone that is so tempting for dogs. Guess it might be the memories of what was on it before it was just an empty bone. He just wagged his tail at me because he noticed me looking at him.

 

Still have two more shirts to work on this evening. Have not accomplished squat today. Swept out the sawdust in the workshop and cleaned up a little out there, but that about finishes any list of real work. Didn’t really have much expectations in that department considering waking up with the same headache that accompanied me to bed. Still can taste sawdust despite the saline solution to rinse my sinuses.

 

Made some decent lunch for myself and shared a bite or two with the dogs. Sylvia will eat a cooked carrot, but Thompson will kindly spit it out after one bite. The chicken strips were a different story. Those things are so very handy to microwave and mix with some cooked veggies. All things considered, the expense is pretty high, but the convenience is wonderful. Already cooked meals that just need to be steamed in the bag or warmed in the microwave are wonderful for an old woman who does not really want to manage from scratch to feed herself. Still have never used door dash or any of those services that Patty claims are so great. Seems pretty expensive, but some folks feel it is worth it.

 

A few sprinkles have begun to fall, but the thunder has passed. Guess the “storm” problem has been removed. Don’t mind some good rain, but can live without high winds and hail stones. Jenn said they had some the size of grapefruits around the metromess area yesterday. It missed my kids, for which my thanks are given to the One who watches over us.

 

Talked to my sister-by-another-mother this morning. Sharon is feeling much better after all the procedures and upsets. Your prayers for her are still appreciated. And a post from Tami Yonts said that she is getting ready for another round of chemo. Let us remember her daily that she will be healed and have many years ahead to enjoy her family. Finally, an online friend, Diane Dennis of northeast Arkansas has asked for prayers for her granddaughter whose eyes have developed cataracts—she is just a tiny toddler! Something is causing pressure from one side of one eye and the other has the sight disturbed by the cataract. Can’t remember the child’s name right this red-hot minute, but God knows who she is. All we have to do is ask.

 

Let us remember that we never need feel alone in our beliefs and in our ability to trust in our Creator. Despite the depth of corruption and perversion in society today, God still has a core of deeply concerned believers—those with morals and character that try to be attuned to His laws. Let us rejoice in His love.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.