The Trials of Being a Woman.

 The Trials of Being a Woman.

 

Men have more muscle and volume/weight to use than most women. Not true of all of them, of course. But generally speaking, they have the strength to do stuff that women can’t quite handle. SO, today Stephen came to help me with the doors on the workshop. Had one door started, but the screws would not go down to suit me. He said it was a bad drill bit, but noticed that he put some weight on the ones he made go down right. Sigh. Anyway, the old woman will hem up some sleeves for him on shirts in exchange for his muscle on those doors. And he understood what was needed on the hinges.

 

We had rain this morning and now sprinkles this afternoon. The dogs have not been overly concerned about the thunder and lightning, but the chicks have been squawking about the rain drops on their feathers. They are so much fun to watch! Silly little critters! Built a ladder for them, but have no idea if they will use it. Guess it really does not matter.

 

Talked to Maggie only for a minute when she came for eggs this morning. Sharon has surgery to remove the stint tomorrow and Maggie has surgery NEXT Tuesday (20^th) for her shoulder. We can pray for them both, but especially for Maggie to recover quickly and completely from the major stuff they will be doing to put her back together.

 

Sterling and Jacqui got hit by a car yesterday. Wiped out their Toyota, so Jacqui got online and found another one to suit her. Guess they will go get it tomorrow. The tow truck driver recognized Sterling, and one or the other of them made the comment that they needed to stop meeting like this!! He had towed vehicles for Sterling before from a couple of wrecks! Funny, but sad. At least no one was hurt other than maybe a bruise or two. The lady had children in her car, and if Sterling had not reacted quickly, someone would have died or at least been seriously hurt. Stupid thing, too, was that neither Jacqui nor Sterling had a cell phone on them. Sterling finally remembered Danny’s phone number and asked him to have Terry Gene to come get Jacqui and get her home.

 

Just walked the place and have about decided the grass does not need to be mowed. My dogs are not going to get lost out there, and the chicks love the grass and flowers so they can hide in among them. Now if only my house were not knee deep in dog hair! Love ‘em, but the dust bunnies are pretty vicious when they are part dog hair and part –what? What exactly comprises a dust bunny? Not sure what they are, but the sunshine certainly does point them out.

 

Made banana nut muffins again this morning. Simply can’t eat four bananas before they go ripe. Go figure. But then, had a couple of peaches and some plums. Only so much fruit can be consumed before something either gets over ripe or ruins. Actually had two apricots go bad—well, were bruised and soft. The chicks fought over them. But then the hens helped eat up the soft plums, too. Maybe the seeds will sprout and make little trees.

 

This soft wind and cool air certainly are wonderful. Beats the whey out of the unbearable heat and humidity! Even went out and pulled up some poppy plants and a few pieces of grass out of the flower bed. Should have been wearing gloves, but this was not exactly a planned thing. Maybe it won’t cause me to have a rash on my hands. Here’s hoping.

 

Sitting here enjoying a few jelly beans courtesy of Jo Ann Hobbs. Love these Starburst flavors. Only the tropical flavors are any better than these! Old-fashioned orange, cherry, lemon, lime, and grape are pretty hard to beat!

 

Might get out and clean up the stuff from the dead plants later, but this feels like a good day to be lazy. You know there are days like that, don’t you? In fact, summer time is just a very good time not to push one’s self. Well, maybe any time after 70 might be a good time not to push one’s self. What is your opinion?

 

Let’s be sure to begin each day with a prayer of gratitude and practice being loving toward others. Even a good, solid smile makes a difference in how we feel and in how others perceive us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.