Dabbling in Duty.

 Dabbling in Duty.

 

Apparently, my accomplishment for the day may turn out to be the bath given to Thompson. And no, Maggie Sewell, have not bought any of the oatmeal soap for him yet. This stuff smells like it should repel just about anything, but don’t believe that is what is making him itch. Jennifer told me to buy some probiotics for him. That stuff is on the way here from Amazon. Hoping that this helps his infernal itching. Sterling may want to buy some for his shingles if it helps Thompson. The poor man is just miserable. He called this morning to remind me that it was Sunday and going to church today was impossible for him. He and Thompson are just two of a kind—miserably itchy.

 

Just shared a turkey and provolone sandwich with my dogs. They always get just as much as the old woman—and sometimes more. Oh well. We all got a few bites. Cooking right now just seems nigh on to insanity. Like the firemen fighting fire in this heat!

 

Just stepped out on the deck here at nearly 8:30. The thermometer on the porch there says 105. It’s on the west side of the house. And the hens and the chicks are out in the east side lot looking for bugs and anything to eat before it is time to be cooped up for the night. We still have a huge raccoon running around the neighborhood. He tried to open the lid on the trash bin one night and left his footprints. SO glad he was unable to get the lid open.

 

Eugene Ridinger took a picture of a crack in the ground around here somewhere. The measuring tape showed the crack to be 2 inches wide! Now that means that the folks with concrete slab foundations need to be soaking the ground around their houses to keep the slab from breaking up. Reminds me that there are some good things about the pier and beam foundations. NOT that it would keep that kind from cracking when the ground breaks open.

 

Think it is a waste of water to try to keep my tomato plants alive. The flowers are drying up even with water. And tomorrow is supposed to be hot—108 official forecast. Shoot! They should bring their thermometer to this old hill and see if the wind would blow dry the mercury in their tubes!

 

May have to go buy another AC unit. Had the one in the living room set on 72 today and it was just blowing hot air. Turned it down to 62 and it finally got a bit cooler. Guess the 72 would feel good if my body had been outside for a bit, but both dogs were very uncomfortable. The biggest drawback is trying to find a man to put it in the window for me. Not sure about that. Stephen, if he were willing, probably could not put one in by himself. May talk to him anyway and see if he has a boy to help him. Then will just go to Sutherlands and get a bigger one.

 

It seems the heat is all that is on my mind. Tell ya what though, if hell is anything like Texas in the summer with no moisture, it would definitely make a person glad that our sins can be forgiven and that we won’t be tossed into the lake of fire for eternity. So thankful for redemption through Jesus Christ—and not just because of the heat.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.