Little Tasks.

 Little Tasks.

 

Made up my mind last night while trying to sleep that at least two little jobs would get done today. Got the handles put on the work-shop doors first thing. Not without some disgust at the sorry state of drill bits! The Philips bit was already sorely squished out of shape and just did not work. Traded out the one in the little drill for the one in the big drill. Now to go on Amazon and try to find some double-sided drill bits with both Philips and flat-blade bits on the same bit. Lance said that nearly all such bits come from overseas. Anything made in the U.S. is almost priced out of a person’s budget. Figures. The other task was clipping the doggone Western soapberry sprouts out of the east fence. Got all of them clipped down to the ground level except for one on the other side of the fence. Will have to walk down there along the road to get to that one. Good exercise.

 

Went down to Patty’s this morning to take her some cantaloupe. Ordered two from United Supermarkets and ended up with FOUR again. They were $2.50 a piece, so ordered two. For some reason that meant they put four in the order. This is twice that has happened. Not sure what the old woman is doing wrong, but maybe they are just meant to be shared. Anyway, told Patty that it made me so happy that her silver tape was working to keep the freaking wild birds out of my chicken coop and out of the feed!! Who knew that would be so effective!

 

One of the orders from Amazon lately included two of those lick ball treats that go inside a plastic ball. The single ball is not a problem for Sylvia. She somehow just bites the thing out of the ball and eats it. However, the last one went inside a double ball, and she is fighting it for all she is worth. Have to laugh at her and her biting and whoofs that mean she is frustrated.

 

We had some lovely cloud cover this morning early on, and here it is nearly noon and it hasn’t hit 100 degrees yet! Not sure what the weather will be like the rest of the week, but this is a good start! Sorry that Florida looks like it is in line for a “hurry cane.” And now Jennifer has sent me a video of the rain down at her house (five p.m.). Now that is just bragging and making some comparisons. Thought she was taught to be sweet {and she IS} but she made me feel so envious!!

 

Maybe some of you might understand how an old woman feels when she knows that she knows a word-term, but simply cannot remember to save herself! Know those miniature porkypines?—hedgehogs! Daughter-in-law had one named Pierce—pretty cute. But for some reason, when trying to think of the critters name—the species, not that one she had—it just will not come to mind. Wrote it down a bit ago so that maybe it would not be so hard to remember. Other words or terms come along like that every so often, but this one has been on my mind for some reason. Sigh.

 

Asked a minister friend to do some research for me. This young man came by the house (Jehovah’s Witness) and said that God told Moses to engrave Job’s name with a metal stylus in stone. Haven’t read through Job again yet to find that one, but at least my Bible is a large print. My concordance, unfortunately, is tiny print that hurts to even try to read. Seems a verse is in there somewhere that says that God will give us each a new name that He will put upon a stone and no one else will know it. [Sterling found it: Rev. 2:17] But here my memory goes again—no sense in even trying to dig that one out of the tiny print. But still want to find it! Maybe ChapKen will find it for me. Or not. Guess it is a good thing that Paul said that all things considered—whatever the flack each sect might propose—he only knew Christ and Him crucified and resurrected! Just talked to Sterling (who is still miserable) and he said he would look through Revelation and see if he could find the stones. Since our faith is built on the Rock, it makes sense that our names would be in stones.

 

May those of you who are hurting be comforted and those who are comforting others be blessed with a good attitude.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.