Just More Coffee.

 Just More Coffee.

 

Just put another pot of coffee on to dribble into the pot from the holder above. Not usually interested in drinking coffee in the afternoon, but the weather is perfect for a cup of coffee—decaf, of course. The thing about cooler weather is that it reminds me that the house is snug and the heater can be turned on if necessary. Put Thompson’s coat on him so he would be warm in his bed here in the office. Sylvia is snuggled up on my bed. Just another day, but love the feeling.

 

Judie Brunson and her husband Weldon came by for eggs. She brought my hens a head of cabbage. Made me smile, but pointed at the east side lot at all the beautiful green grass. Well, it is green, but not sure it is all grass. The hens like whatever it is ‘cause they go out there and peck around on it. Gave them some treats earlier that Patty sent up here for them. Her dogs did not like them and neither did mine. Hope Judie’s little doggos like them. Certainly was glad to see that Weldon was driving Judie around. He must be feeling fairly decent.

 

Sterling says that they are still getting all kinds of drizzling wet stuff up in NWA. He keeps telling me that the area he is in is so peaceful. He never mentions the extra blankets it takes to live up there in the winter, however. Can still remember Granny Connie saying she could not get warm in the winter. Of course, they were outside each day to work in the chicken houses back then. Guess it was an entirely different setup to what is done today with automatic feeders, waterers, and computer-generated atmosphere. We hauled five-gallon buckets of water to the side doors when we were cleaning the water troughs. At thirteen, this kid developed shoulder and neck muscles that any guy would have appreciated having. Strength training for girls was not a thing back then. Life goes on and things keep changing.

 

My sister-by-another-mother, Sharon Dickerson, sent me a picture of her grandchildren by her son Hal. They went to see her today and had ice cream with her. Lots of hugs and a very sweet family visit with her own family. She may have lost Hal to his work as a police officer, but at least his children love her. When she leaves for Shreveport, hope they will still keep up with her.

 

Sharon tried a couple of times to get me to be interested in making the knit hats like she makes for the homeless and for their church. Thinking about getting a little thing from Amazon to make those now that going outside will be limited by the weather. Still need to plant some flower bulbs, but otherwise it will just be dealing with the chickens for outside work. Will get the circle tool with the instructions because it takes some doing for me to understand much of these little sewing projects. Sharon is so very talented that she does not realize that some of us are not all that bright and talented.

 

Other than seeing that Iran is threatening us—as usual—it looks as if the U.S. is steadily keeping up with making enemies and allowing the infiltration of the country with all sorts of folks that want to change their way of life—and ours. No sense be concerned about it unless we think we could actually make a difference. Elon Musk pointed out that we are making zero difference in the border crisis. We simply are being overrun by everything that comes across the borders. The tear drops near their eyes just means that they have killed at least one person. When did murder become a tattoo award? Yet if an American were to defend him/herself, would we be punished? Kinda makes a person shake a head, hand, foot, and other parts in concern.

 

Someday we will all be going to Jerusalem. Until that day, may God protect us and guide us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.