Cooking Dog Food.

 Cooking Dog Food.

 

Yesterday United had ONE package of leg quarters (10 lb) for $6.79. Cooked all of that package up yesterday after returning home and made rice in the broth. Left it all in a great big bowl in the bottom of the refrigerator. This morning, some frozen veggies that the old woman discovered are not all that good eating got cooked up in the microwave along with a package of butternut squash, a can of English peas and a can of green beans. All the veggies were smushed up with the little black whiz bang get-er-done instrument that Jennifer gave me. Then the rice and chicken pieces (boned yesterday) were mixed together and put in Ziplock bags to either be frozen or left in the bottom of the fridge for dog dishes. So, at least a week’s worth of food is ready for the happy critters that make my life good around here.

 

Had a humdinger of a panic attack this morning while on the phone with Sterling. Listened and tried not to talk much. But Sylvia heard me and came running in to get in my face. Honestly, she may not have a certificate for a service dog, but she gets the job done. Reached up in the fridge and got an ice pack to see if that would help. It didn’t hurt anything, but think the dog helped more by getting my mind totally off what was going on. She came by this trait naturally, so not sure if another dog could be taught, but Thompson always comes to see about me. He just does not get in my face to get me to breathe.

 

Sterling said that the prognosis for his shingles along with the blisters they cause is anywhere from two to six weeks. He is encouraging all of his children to get the shingles vaccination. Anyone who has ever had chicken pox already carries the virus. Isn’t that just wonderful---not! And Jacqui has her surgery—carpal tunnel and joint repair on one hand—on the ninth of August. Can hardly believe it is nearly August. Guess it should be easy to see—schools are planning their hours and bussing plans from last year. So sorry for anyone having to walk and wait for a bus in this heat. It just does not seem to go away!

 

Talked to my friend BillieRuth White. She is a corker! She ordered enough chicks that she is going to be about overrun with feathered critters. But the danged coyotes have her down to five hens now. Not sure what she thinks she is going to do that will be different enough to keep the coyotes out, but my first suggestion was to go to the nearest animal shelter and get herself a big dog. She hesitates because she lives too close to a highway, but most critters have just a little bit of common sense by the time they are grown. Too bad the same cannot be said of people. Sigh. But BillieRuth says her chickens give her a reason to get up in the morning. Know just exactly what she is talking about. They want out of those coops early, thank you very much. And my hens are learning to enjoy wheat instead of the normal scratch which causes their little bodies to overheat with the corn and milo. This morning they had a bag of frozen corn that Patty said was just yucky. Found the same thing in some corn on the cob bought recently. This stuff is gummy and not like any corn we ever had before. Not sure what they thought they were raising in those fields, but this stuff would not even be good for the worms!

 

Going to make myself a list that is actually for my son Lance. Have a few things to try around here to repair two or more areas. The screen door on the back of the house either needs to be replaced or rebuilt. Thinking the rebuild would be the easiest. Finding a door to fit this old house takes some doing. NOT that it bothers me to live in this old house. Love it, in fact! Some days it feels rather small, but then just walk into the kitchen—20 x nearly 14 feet. Of course, the deep freeze, the washer/dryer, the china hutch, stove and portable dishwasher, the trestle table and chairs, and the cutting table all take up some room. But still. My mother had a “one-butt” kitchen. We had to really try to make ourselves fit around a table after all the meal was cooked. But somehow Mom did it and fed us well. Anyway, Lance can do just about anything that needs doing around here. But HIS mom will take him to IHOP for a meal. Lazy ol’ woman!

 

Just finished putting out clean water, washing out the little coop next to the house, filling up the feeders and putting out some of those nasty looking soldier fly things. Bleah. But the hens and chicks love ‘em!

 

Roger Thonton came to visit for a bit and brought a bag full of those little golden tomatoes. They are absolutely delicious. Some of them have a little tough peel, but others are perfect. Figuring out which is which would be forgotten by the next time he plants them! Oh well. [Had to have a salad for supper!] Really enjoyed the visit. His sister-in-law Carol had a birthday today. Susan said she celebrated Carol’s birthday by going to Bill’s Catfish House across the Red River bridge. Hmm. Guess Carol could enjoy the fish vicariously.

 

Learned a new term today: Something like TLDR—too long, didn’t read—asking for a synopsis in other words. Lest Diane Mayo lets me know that this post is too long to read, will finish it up by saying that we can all be thankful to live in this land. It is not exactly the land of the free as we once knew it, but it is still better than so many places. And it contains some of the kindest folks in the entire world. Let us rejoice in God’s blessings.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.