Baked Brains!

 Baked Brains!

 

Honestly, so very glad not to live in Hawaii right now. The island of Maui is burning up with over 14,000 homes and businesses burned up. Texas has wild fires, but hardly anyone needs to go jump in the ocean to get away from them. However, the temp gauge for the top of my house said it was 107 up there earlier today. Dear Hearts, that is mighty warm! The gauge on the back deck said 117 degrees. And we even have some cloud cover! The hens and chicks found a damp area around a crepe myrtle tree that is trying to die and dug them some holes to lie down inside. Spraying under the deck is not enough right now to do them any good. They will even step in the water puddles from the hose just to get a fresh drink and some cool water on their feet. Poor babies! Yes, the wild birds appreciate the water bowls, too. They keep getting the water nasty and splattering it all over the place, but they need a drink, too.

 

The dogs have had hissy fits off and on all day. Not sure just what is bothering them, but they can hear so much better than this old woman. We look, but nothing seems to be out of place. Patty said that her two dogs have been on alert all morning as well. Go figure.

 

Talked to Michelle Malay this morning and she was suggesting that Sterling be reminded of how easy a bidet is to install. Pretty sure that Terry Gene (his youngest son) could do it for him. It would simplify things in the bathroom for Jacqui and eliminate the need for toilet paper at the same time. Had never thought about that. Not a bad idea. Anyway, called and mentioned it to him.

 

No eggs again today. Absolutely cannot blame the hens even a tiny bit. They are eating ok and have some green grass from over the grey water line, but it is simply too hot to lay an egg! So very thankful that Stephen was able to find someone to take the ten roosters. The feed price has definitely not gone down, and these critters are going through a sack of feed every two weeks. Expect the wild birds—doves and starlings—are the fattest in the county!

 

Reading in Acts today about the travels of Paul and how he ended up in Rome has made me think about religions in general. Paul knew that the Sadducees and Pharisees could never agree with one another, and of course, the idolators who believed in Diana and Jupiter would not have agreed with any Jew or other believer. Paul reminded them that it had been foretold: Hearing ye shall hear and shall not understand; and seeing ye shall see, and not perceive; For the heart of this people is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes have they closed; lest they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them. Acts 28:26-27 Paul had found converts among all the different people with whom he stayed. From jailers to even high government officials, God touched the hearts of those He called. We are not to despise those who call on God. Let their actions be seen as their witness.

 

All that being said, want to share Lewis’ favorite religious joke with you: A man wanted to be baptized to join a church, so he went to a Presbyterian minister and asked to be baptized so that he could join their church. The minister said that of course he could do that. But he first had to ask the man a question: Where was Christ born? The man thought a minute and said, Why, Paris! The minister said, No, that is not right. I can’t baptize you. The man said, “Fine, didn’t want to be no Prespertirian anyway! So, he went down to the big Catholic church and asked the priest if he would baptize him so he could join their church. The priest agreed to do this but just had one question: Where was Christ born? The man said, “Why, Tyler, of course!” No, said the priest, I can’t baptize you. The man said, “Well, shucks, I didn’t want to be no cathallic anyway!” On down the street the man came to a Baptist Church. He found the pastor. The man said, “I just need to ask you ONE question: Where was Christ born?” Why, in Palestine, the pastor said. Why! Shucks! I knew it was somewhere in East Texas, the man said!

 

No, the old woman does not often tell jokes—for a good reason.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.