Progress Reports.

 Progress Reports.

 

Well, Maggie Sewell had 31 staples removed this morning and took a nice LONG nap afterwards. Can bet that was hurting somewhat. But at least she is on the mend as far as this part goes. Physical Therapy comes a bit later. My sister-in-law went to get a new wrist and hand brace today and then went for PT. She is restricted on what she can or can’t do, but at least she is getting to move things just a bit with her fingers. Sterling has had these danged shingles for well over a month now and the church is still trying to keep them fed as they get pretty tired of bacon and eggs every time they get hungry—but at least that is one thing Sterling can make right. My cousin Eba in North Carolina and her husband Ray are on their way to Florida to see her mother and celebrate her birthday—97 or 98 maybe. Anyway, they were on the east side of Florida, so they did not get blown away or flooded. Eba is just concerned about the availability of gasoline and clear roads to get to that part of Florida. Let’s just say a prayer for all those folks down there.

 

My grand-nephew Jacob is improving to the point that they may eventually be able to take him off of the immunosuppressant drugs. His mother is just so happy for him. He is a freshman in high school this year. He has also been able to help his dad on the farm some this year—driving the equipment probably. That’s about what we did at that age.

 

Took Rudy to see the vet this morning. Should have waited to closer to his appointment. He acted as if he were totally starved when he got home. He is not even 20 pounds of dog, but he feels much heavier when picked up in that carrier! Anyway, Patty was satisfied that he was going to be ok after she talked to the vet.

 

Talked to number one son this afternoon while he was driving home and listened to him tell some of those other drivers where to drive. He sounds so much like his daddy when he does that. “Well, build a fence around it and milk that sucker, why don’t you!” That was one of Lewis’ favorites. Lance just wants them to “pick a lane—any lane!” Right now, Southwest Parkway is marked off with these white tape looking things sticking up in the air. Coming back from the vet, it made me want to tell some of those folks that the markers were for lanes, not for practicing polo! Be glad when the construction is finished on that pavement.

 

Just put my chickens up. Figured out which pullet is laying eggs for me. She is a naked-neck Turken. Sweet little hen. Be glad when the rest of them start laying. Still have not gone to Walmart for file holder boxes—they make great nests. But if worse comes to worse, can always Amazon some! What would we do without that service?

 

Still praying for rain on this dry and dusty hill. Wipe the kitchen counter in the morning and the layer of dust is right back by afternoon. I don’t even think it matters to me any longer. Who knows! Maybe we can plant ‘tators in all that dust! Maybe God has His plans for that dust.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.