Window Entertainment.

 Window Entertainment.

 

Lewis used to say that locks were for keeping honest people honest as anyone else would not bother to be restrained from entering places or carrying off things that did not belong to them. Believe he knew what he was talking about. But he always kept his tool box locked at work because some folks “borrowed” things and then griped when someone else had stolen whatever they wanted to “borrow.” The dogs have alerted to some folks down on the end of the street near the highway. Three people are roaming around in Suzanne Priddy’s back yard. The old garage is propped up with wishes and bubble gum wrappers, so if it comes down while they are in it, well, so be it. Probably not anything worth getting bitten by snakes or spiders in there. But seeing them try to open the back door makes me wonder just who might have given them permission to “explore” the premises. Oh well. Unless it becomes more entertaining than currently, will just let the dogs file their concern under “strangers in the neighborhood.”

 

Smatterings of clouds have arrayed themselves on the horizon. If wishes were fishes, well, we might have enough rain to dance in at least, even if the whole world were not able to swim. At least the heat as not been as onerous as usual. But this is only the fourth day of July. Dear Hearts, we know which months to dread.

 

Last night held a close second to the last lightning storm as far as noise was concerned. But then, fireworks hardly ever produce winds unless real fires are part of the resulting mess. Poor dogs and other critters!

 

The trash bin has to go across the street in a bit. Waiting until morning would probably be smarter since we are under storm advisories, but about the worst that could happen would be to have the thing blown down the street. Come to think of it, raking that dead snake body back into the bin might be enough to gag a maggot! Guess it can wait until morning so that won’t be a possibility.

 

The chicks just keep growing by leaps and bounds. They have learned to listen for the back door. Here they come every time they hear it open and close. Scraps of cantaloupe or other goodies are usually forthcoming treats for them. Years earlier my spade fork was similar to the Pied Piper’s song. My hens knew the dirt was about to fly and the worms would be uncovered. Can no longer use a spade fork or shovel without causing undue stress to the old body, so scraps and other treats have worked just as well to get my critters to follow me. It is so much fun to sit out there and talk to them. So far not one in particular has decided to share its opinions with me. Athena is certainly missed for that pleasure. She always told me what she was thinking.

 

Made some peach tea this afternoon. It contains zero caffeine, so it should not keep me awake tonight. However, the series of books in which the old woman is consumed has had me staying up late often enough. Just began another in the series this afternoon. Who knew that history and society could be that interesting!

 

Have stayed away from the “news” today as not expecting anything that would make me feel better about our social climate or our world moral compass. The few instances of heroic behavior or social consciousness that we do see only serve to point out the overall bleakness of wars, stupidity, cupidity, and greediness. One can only enjoy so many flower gardens, kittens, puppies, and horses. These comments probably only show the self-centeredness of my outlook, but there it is. About the only sense of responsibility that occurs to me most often is the depth of the dust bunnies in my house. Sad, simply sad. About all an old woman can do is pray for peace and for the kingdom of God to come to alleviate the miseries mankind has brought upon itself. We know that all power is in the hands of God’s son now, so it is a matter of time—and only God Himself knows when that will be.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.