Two-Year Stews.

 Two-Year Stews.

 

Seems the prisons—maybe the mental hospitals as well—don’t have AC in Texas. So, a two-year sentence may be a two-year stew. Pretty sad. Not that it would change the behavior of many of those who burglarize, assault, murder, or otherwise prove themselves to be anything other than good neighbors! Deferred adjudication, probation, and other types of “correction” don’t seem to be doing much as a deterrent for some of the things going on. Business owners may have to work out something with the insurance companies to see about finding the repeat offenders and changing their attitudes. Hmm.

 

The mailman brought a jar of little bites of mushroom stuff for Thompson this morning. Have tried just about everything short of surgery to help his problems with various swellings. The mushroom is “supposed” to help alleviate growths, among other things. He has two fatty tumors on his chest that seem to be getting larger. Don’t think they are cancerous, but will try this stuff and see if they reduce any at all. Love my critters and want them to be healthy and happy.

 

Two of the very large planters out back have attracted the chicks for roosting and scratching at the stuff in the pots. It looks as if they are growing in them. Kinda funny. Carla Beard had sent me a picture of a sign: Butt nuggets for sale. It reminded me of that picture. This would have been: grow your own hens! By the way, checked to see if Carla’s town was in the mess resulting from tornadoes in Indiana. She said she was about an hour south of the closest one. Dang storms are tearing up the entire nation one village at a time!

 

Had the notion of airing out the house this morning of the stale AC air and letting in some of the fresh breeze that came up. Opened the front storm door and lifted the glass panel. No problem. Went to the big bathroom and opened the door and looked down at the screen door. Big problem. It was broken all to wham at the bottom. Guess it might could be repaired, but not sure the old woman can do that. Sigh. So much for stirring the air in the house. It was a lovely idea anyway. Still have some things to do out at the chicken coop and workshop. Maybe tomorrow morning will be a good time to raise the screen door on the front coop. And then put the latch on the workshop doors. Something has to be done constantly. But then, that keeps an old woman out of trouble—mostly.

 

Patty called this afternoon and said that the plumbers had found her leak between the front faucet and the lower faucet. It will end up costing over a thousand just to replace the silly pipes, but at least she will still have water in the house. Just glad that they figured it out. She said she could have just left one faucet not working, but someone will live there after her someday. Pretty good approach to taking care of things in my estimation.

 

Here it is nearly seven in the evening and the temperature is still right at one hundred degrees. Guess it will get worse. This is just June. Of course, we are not living in Italy where a volcano is threatening to erupt and wipe out part of the country. One commentator thought the explosion might just cause a world wide “winter” from the fall out. Great! Just what we have always needed! NOT! The folks in Europe nearly starved to death the last time Italy blew its top and caused a “winter” of sorts. They couldn’t get anything to grow except turnips! Guess we could learn to like them a whole lot better if that were all we had.

 

Well, if Russia does not blow us up or Italy doesn’t spew, maybe we can all just remember to try to appreciate what life has to offer us. Let us thank God for all blessings.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.