A Reasonable Request.

 A Reasonable Request.

 

Last fall (November) when visiting the eye doctor—yes, optometrist is the correct term maybe—for some reason he wanted me to come back in six months. He did not say why, and the old woman did not have sense enough to ask since it was the first time seeing anyone other than Dr. White about my eyes. Went to see him today and found out that it was my eye pressure that had him concerned enough to want me back so soon. Yearly exams had been all that Dr. White had required before her retirement. Anyway, the pressures were acceptable today, so unless they are high again in February of this next year, this old girl is not going to worry about her eyes unless the cataract on the right one decides to take off and get cloudier. Here’s hoping that is not the case.

 

Tomorrow Blake the lawn guy is supposed to come mow some of the places on Patty’s land that have some green grass that has grown up a bit. AND, he said he would come get the big limb that came out of my Western Soapberry tree in that last high wind. It fell right under the tree, so it really did not hurt anything, but this old girl is not going to try to move it to the front of the yard. Once upon a time she would even move the refrigerator, but that business had to stop—finally. Some things are just pretty dumb.

 

Michelle Malay sent me some pictures that she found of the man in my life and his dog HarleyB. Lewis really loved that silly dog. But then, he loved all of our critters, even the silly parakeet that used to sit on his breakfast plate and get nibbles of his toast or have some of his coffee. THAT bird ate an entire stick of wood out of one of our kitchen windows just because he could. Jennifer named the bird RiffRaff for some reason. We usually just called him/her Riffer. But that bird really loved Lewis. Called home from school one day to check on the kids and they were semi-hysterical. Riffer had flown into the ceiling fan. He/she made it, but she never did fly right from then on. Poor critter. Birds and ceiling fans simply don’t work well together.

 

It is supposed to get miserably hot again even though the chances of rain are at 50%. That means going outside will be much like trying to breathe through a wet sponge. Such fun!

 

Watching the fence go up across the road has proven to be interesting. Have no idea how tall that thing will be, but have something in my mind that reminds me of the fenced in prisons. Let’s hope it is not that ugly even if it does have that kind of people in there. At least all the bricks match the buildings.

 

Patty reminded me about some of Ray Stevens songs the other day. He really did a good job of making fun of things, people, and their silly ideas. That song about the squirrel getting loose in the First Self-Righteous Church makes me want to laugh just to think about it! We were trying to think of things that would make a person laugh after hearing about a priest who objected to the term father in the Lord’s prayer; and then hearing that some people want breast feeding to be called “chest feeding” to not offend some folks. Yep, Ray Stevens may have to come up with some more doozies.

 

We all know that at least one scripture refers to those who will call things backwards—that which is good will be called evil and that which is evil will be called good. Argh! God forgive us our stupidity! May Christ return to take over soon!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.