Roasted and Toasted.

 Roasted and Toasted.

 

By way! The thermometer on the back deck said 117 just a few minutes ago. Dear Hearts, that may not be official according to the weather bureau, but the old woman, the dogs, and 21 chickens are here to tell you that it is hot enough to roast your tail feathers out there! ONE egg today! Too freaking hot to lay eggs!

 

Thompson just came in to inform me that it was his supper time. Split a can of lamb and rice between the two dogs. They have kibble if they want it, so they are not going hungry. But they are going to have to have some more dog food made this week. Will see who has chicken parts on sale this week. It’s always a toss up to see if United or Walmart has chicken parts on sale. Used to prepare pork roast butts for them, but it was really too rich for them. Might have been better if mixed with sweet potatoes or something, but those are pretty expensive, too. Any way you go at it, it is expensive to eat or feed livestock.

 

Have a ringside seat to watch these guys down on the highway building those big columns and putting bricks around them all the way to the top. The bricks are the same color as the ones from the major buildings. Makes me wonder if they had to special order all those bricks. Of course, there is a brick factory between Henrietta and Bellevue. Guess they would be the best place to get the right kind of bricks. But working in this heat! Whew!

 

We need rain so badly that the weather man apologizes when he mentions rain in other areas of the country. Hard to imagine others being flooded while we sit here parched! Even Benjamin, TX, has had rain, but not us. As Daddy used to say, someone needs to pay the preacher—or he needs to use that offering for something other than firecrackers!

 

Have a package of water bottles in the bookcase next to my desk and just noticed that half of the package is gone. The dogs don’t get water from a bottle, so the old woman must be drinking all that stuff. It is not like coffee gives us the hydration we need, but did not even make any this morning. It just felt too hot to want to drink anything else hot. Hot drinks are supposed to help a body to adapt to the heat, but that does not make them appealing.

 

Saw something on FB today about a child planting trees by going along and dropping peach pits and other tree seeds in the cracks in the ground. Sure enough! When they sprouted, they had the best foundation because of the depth of the cracks. And when it finally did rain, the cracks filled with rain and held the moisture! How is that for an idea!

 

Glancing at the “news” on Google just about gave me indigestion. Seems one president illegally did one thing while the former president is assumed guilty of something else. Political careers are toasted for at least two guys. Think it would be a great idea to just start over with an entirely new Congress, minus all the freaking politically appointed offices like FDA, EPA, IRS, FBI, CSI and all the other letters of the alphabet. The entire setup stinks to high heaven of corruption and cronyism. Some day there will be ten simple laws and one judge. But you already know that system will be here after the coming of Christ. Until then, some of us just can’t stomach the odious words and actions coming out of the nation’s capital. That leaves room to pray for the refugees from the Sudan into Chad, the folks floating away in the floods in Beijing, and those in the fires all over the Americas. For those who need dry weather, may God bless them. For those like us who desperately need rain, may God bless us.

 

Sterling has been blessed to the point that he believes he may survive now. Shingles are nerve endings with major problems. Sounds a bit like the stuff coming out of the political pores all over the world. Sitting here shaking my head. May God’s kingdom come soon!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.