Different Day, Different Thoughts.

 Different Day, Different Thoughts.

 

Listening to music—maybe Bob Segar or someone like that. One of Lewis’ CDs left in the bookcase. The one that said Alan Jackson seemed to have only one song on it—Memories of Us. Still have some Enya CDs in there. Have not listened to music in quite some time. The words are not usually very clear to my ears unless it is a familiar song. The beat is ok, however. Have never liked what is called Honky Tonk songs. This particular type of country music has a good beat—like a story with a beat. Just thought it might make my mind take a different direction today.

 

Earlier went to United Pharmacy to pick up some pills. The pharmacist wanted to know if the vaccines were needed today, but it just did not seem like a good day for that. Maybe next week. They did have a way to reduce the cost since it had come up as $16 on my phone. The pharmacist used a card, and it was only $14. Pays to ask!

 

Have managed to exercise a bit this morning—mopping is exercise, right? Got the back bedroom mopped and the AC plugged in for Friday night when Lance gets here. Probably will need to go to Sutherlands for 2x4s and a few other things, but not sure that will get done today. Need to make a different roost for the pullets in the middle coop. They are fussing at each other over the one they are using. The dowel rod behind it just does not suit them. But really prefer to keep the 2x4 because it is located directly over where they mess. Easy to clean up that way in the DE. One of them fell off in all the fussing yesterday evening and made an absolute cloud of dust in the coop! Accchooo! Oh well. That stuff is good for killing bugs and keeping down any odors.

 

Not too sure listening to his music has been such a good idea. He loved it and now it almost makes me cry. Days like this make me miss Lewis so very much. No one can understand unless the person has been thoroughly loved for most of their life by a person who chose to love them. Nearly 44 years and so many things that brought us together to deal with all the things life can throw at anyone. We knew we had the best, but it is hard to go on knowing that one of us has to let the other go. God did not give us a choice for this life.

 

Guess two more rooms need to be mopped and the throw rugs vacuumed (the ones that are taped to the floor). Have most of the day’s work lined up to get done, but still have to make myself paint those doors on the workshop. Painting is NOT one of my favorite things to do. Oh well. It’s not like it will do itself! Well, lovely! Just lovely! The paint won’t stir. Guess that bucket will go in the bin! Have two cans of spray paint, but seriously don’t believe that would be enough to get it done. Oh well. It’s hot outside anyway.

 

Had a lamb chop and a salad for lunch. Wish lamb were not so terribly expensive, but it really is not much more so than beef. Just have to get out some liver in the next couple of days to cook up for Thompson. Even chicken livers are good for critters and for old folks, but definitely will not make any this Friday before the kids get here. The two oldest children had no idea how good liver and onions were—neither would touch the stuff years ago—or even now! Silly kids.

 

Just downloaded the rest of the Albert and Rex mysteries by Steve Higgs. Looking forward to more good giggles! Right now, good laughs are especially appreciated around here. Maybe by next week the old woman will feel like doing something like walking around the fence line to see if the grass is dead or living. Still just praying for rain. Watching more trees die in this city just makes me sad. So much sadness is floating on the news no matter where we look. May God give us the peace of mind to find joy in His love.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.