Misty Morning.

 Misty Morning.

 

Some might call it drizzle, but to me, this is a misty morning. Left my truck out from under the carport last night so it might get a bath. Don’t think the old woman will try to go find a “safe” place to give it a good washing. My uncle used to work at a carwash on Southwest Parkway, but it is supposed to be one of those “do-it-yourself” things. Uncle Buddy showed me a couple of tricks to doing it for less money by starting with the soap rather than a rinse. Maybe that is just how it is supposed to be done. Would figure. Dishes rinsed off before put into the washing pan are not quite the same as a vehicle. And Lewis was so disgusted with the one where they ran it through on conveyors that my truck might never get another one of those services. The guys thought the mirrors were supposed to bend into the side of the truck and broke off one of the mirrors—then said it was already that way!

 

Cooked more chicken this morning before the sun even got out of the clouds. Not that anyone around here is feeling energetic. Stayed up late reading another good book. Needed the laughs. Thinking about a sweet lady who is going through some trying times and praying for her has made me feel a bit down. God will bless her in the best way needed for her situation, but until she is able to be away from the problems, she is on my mind and heart. But maybe that description covers several ladies in my circle—online and otherwise. One lady and her disabled son are forced to live in their van. Another friend has her youngest son on her mind and in her thoughts on a daily basis. Certainly know what that is like. Sometimes my dreams at night take me back to situations that needed to be changed. But the dreams never resolve the issues. In time, in God’s hands, the concerns will be resolved. Regrets will dissolve and our past be erased. Praise God for forgiveness and His love.

 

Spoke with Lance today and found out that they had six inches of rain! We just felt very blessed to get close to three. Wondering how the grass will look after the freezing temps get here next week. At least it should not be a dry brown! Even frost-bit green is better than dirty, dry grass.

 

Went up to the corner United to pick up some salad stuff. Also, found a small roast that should work well in a crock pot overnight. The marked down meats can sometimes have some decent buys, but the price of meat just makes it feel expensive even when it is marked down. Started to get some grapes, but they were out of sight expensive. Decided that two little apples would do instead. At least the hens are producing what is needed around here. Scrambled eggs with picante sauce this morning was just fine!

 

Know less than anything anyone would care to discuss—or cuss—so will just say that the weather makes me feel like kicking up my heels like one of the old cows in the pasture. Love the changing weather. Let us hope that the winter will bring enough moisture to grow wheat and other crops this next spring. Already have bluebonnets sprouting in the walkway out front. Just takes a bit of rain to get things started.

 

May God protect and bless you one and all. Let your thoughts be of gratitude for all the blessings we have.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.