Small Frustrations.

 Small Frustrations.

 

When a person can see how things are put together and then someone says that it can’t be done like that, it is just a bit frustrating and disgusting. So tomorrow the old woman is going to attempt to do some carpentry. Have the tools—might need a drill bit or two—and most of the needed lumber, so if bams, whams, and the assorted naughty word is heard out on Dickerson Hill, think nothing of it. Determination may not be the quality needed, but it is a dadgummed good start. Talking to Sterling about what my desires are in the building department, he said it can be done. Even if it is not done right the first time, second and third attempts won’t be anybody’s problem but mine! So there!

 

We have had some thunder this afternoon. But the temp is still 82 degrees out front. Move around just a bit and one can make up one’s own rain out of just pure perspiration! Wring out a tee shirt or two and water the flower beds! Would much rather see some good ol’ fashioned Texas rain drops! LOTS of them! The east windows have a few drops on them now. Hope that is not all we get.

 

Got all the stuff out of the workshop except the various nails that need to be gone through and sorted. The Habitat folks have not come for the air compressor, but that is not going to be in my way. Just put the zero turn up a bit ago to keep it out of the weather. It still runs like a champ, but the old woman will avoid using it as long as it makes me take two days to quit hurting after doing the entire yard. Would rather pay the $75 to $100 to have someone else cut the stuff. Just will eventually need someone to weed eat, too.

 

Moved the chicks fence again this morning to make the area larger. So far only one chick got out and was not difficult to catch. Put one of the big water bowls in there so they could either drink or drown. Think they are big enough now to get out of the water if they get in there. They are not quite two months old now, but can already tell that one of the naked necks is definitely a rooster. Little twerp! Need to see if anyone wants his happy, ugly little self. Guess he needs a few more weeks before he can be given away. Chicks get picked on rather badly if they are brought into an established flock. He will need to be big enough to fight back.

 

Have a bumper crop of purslane, marigolds, and larkspur in the front flower bed. Purslane doesn’t get all that pretty, but pretty well takes over the bed and produces some little yellow flowers that open when they get danged good and ready and close with the same amount of concern. The larkspurs are tall and pretty and just as poisonous as a venomous snake. They are not something to have around children, cats, dogs, and especially cattle. Cows like the danged things, and then the flowers and new growth will kill ‘em deader than a doornail. Lots of plants in the delphinium family are like that. But just as scary to me when it was discovered: irises are poisonous to dogs and cats. If they just brush against the bloom, they can be poisoned. They are the image of the French fleur-de-lis, but not sure why the French would want a poisonous flower as their symbol. Oh well. The thorns on roses are poisonous to me!

 

For those who could use an inch or two of rain, let’s pray that God blesses this good earth with what it needs to water the veggies and grass as well as fill up the stock ponds and lakes. For those who are ducking missiles in the Ukraine, may God protect and bless you. For those who are witnessing the senseless killings in various places, may God forgive us and watch over our children, teachers, police officers and other first responders. May His kingdom come soon!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.