A Long Day.

 A Long Day.

 

Not sure just why this day has seemed so long, but the wind, the heat, the dust—including ragweed pollen—have finally gotten to me. The dogs have been a lot of company today. Sylvia has stayed so close that she may have coated me with palomino dog hair. Thompson is just concerned about the guy who has been sitting down the street on the porch of the old Speegle house. He kept walking back and forth and irritating both dogs. He was throwing some knives into things and picking them up. Oh well. Finally, some girl met up with him and they walked off. Good riddance.

 

Have to wait until it is time to close up the coops for the night, but think this is going to be an early night. Simply not interested in doing anything else today. NOT that anything useful really was accomplished. Got another chicken cooked for the dogs, but did not even cook anything for me to eat. Just defrosted some weird stuff that was made with macaroni, cauliflower, black olives, a bit of chicken breast, cheese, butter, and some four-cheese Alfredo sauce. The stuff may sound terrible to some, but the ingredients suit me just fine.

 

Last night some dip-waddies got stuck out on the lake bed. Patty called me and kept me updated on the number and silliness involved. They finally got everyone unstuck except the first truck. They got it out this morning. Dumb and dumber. Oh well. We had a bet on how soon it would happen as this comes along every time the lake goes down this far. Anyone with a braincell would know better, but some guys just use something besides brains.

 

Not sure what the temps were supposed to be today, but at one time a trip out onto the deck showed the gauge at 117. Yes, it is on the west side of the house, but it is also in the shade under the roof of the deck. The wind off the lake today felt like a sandblaster with all the dust and dirt. Shhhoooo!

 

Have not even attempted to look at the so-called news today. Not really worth the effort. Instead, will let you know that TWO of the pullets are now laying their little eggs. Super! Need to mark the fake eggs in the nest as they look very similar to the real ones. But the best news—if you like that sort of thing—is that the pullets are getting more friendly by the day. One of the “golden sex links” has feathers of bright red. So, her name is now Red. She likes to be picked up and talked to. It is so much fun when they are this friendly. Of course, it makes walking around them a little more iffy. They get right under my feet. Oh well.

 

Really don’t know much and have a sinus headache to boot, so will just remind you that all the many blessings in life are straight from the heart of our Creator. As we love others, we show His love to them.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.