Another Fire.

 Another Fire.

 

Stepping out on the deck this afternoon, the boards were so hot they burned my bare feet. Anyone with good sense would not step out there without shoes on, but such is life around an old woman who prefers to go barefooted all the time. Then Stephen called me this afternoon about another fire near here. The smell was all that was apparent to me. The smoke just looked like it might be part of the clouds. But there was a smoke cloud to the east and one to the west of us. It seems to me that if the sun were not enough, the stupid fires will do the job to burn us to a crisp. This has really been a rough summer. Don’t suppose it is finished completely.

 

The pullets and hens are doing their best to keep me in eggs. Maybe by the time the kids get to come over, we will have enough to send home with them. Not sure how the girls can stand to get in those nests right now, but maybe it is softer than the holes they are digging under the deck. Walked out and gave them some frozen corn today. That made them happy. But so did the can of dog food that my doggos refused to touch. The looks those two dogs gave me were really something. Sylvia had one of those looks that told the old woman that she should know better than to put that in HER feed bowl! Guess it must not taste good at all. Sterling said that he bought some kind of dogfood at Walmart that neither of his dogs would touch. He was going to give it to his daughter because her dog would eat anything! Poor critter.

 

Think my doctor sent a prescription to the new United for me today. It was one she had prescribed before that the old woman thought was a bit expensive. But it is not going to mess me up the way Aleve has. Read the directions and the counter-indications, Dear Heart—talking to myself! It might be more expensive to buy the stuff she prescribed, but at least it is less likely to cause bleeding ulcers! Really appreciate my doctor even if stubbornness and cheapskate are my middle names!

 

Told Patty today that my dogs are training me for a different kind of Olympic event—dog stepping. That is the one where tails, toes, and nose—and sometimes the butts—are placed in any pathway to one’s chair and anywhere one decides to go. Just try getting there without stepping on a dog part! And then apologize profusely when something gets stepped on.

 

Made some cupcakes (chocolate) yesterday and gave Patty four. She has to stand over the kitchen counter to eat them since they are chocolate—a no-no for dogs. She puts some chips (Pringles) on the counter next to her so that when Rudy wants some, she can hand him a chip. No way to explain to a dog that people food is not dog food.

 

No particular reason, but pretty tired tonight. Accomplishments = zero. Well, a load of laundry done. Big whoopee! A good conversation with my sister-by-another mother, Sharon Dickerson. She is at least healthy enough for the time being. She has an appointment to see an ENT on Monday. Jim swears she is deaf. It could be like what Lewis used to say—“I told you that.” Usually, he had thought something and thought he had told me. Oh well. Life goes on. It helps if we are not critical, but there is nothing to do for that situation if the other person is the one being critical. God bless all the marriages in this old world.

 

Guess it is time to wrap this up and call my kids and see how everyone is doing. So far only two down with Covid in the family. May God make this a healthy autumn.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.