Types of Rain.

 Types of Rain.

 

Tomorrow promises drizzle. Doesn’t bother me in the least. More water drops to add to our total can be in drizzle, downpour, dumped in dozens of deluges, or whatever. We need every drop we can get to fill up the lakes and stock ponds. My hens are happy, happy, hilariously hungry for nibbles of fresh grass! And the green color outside just pickles me tink!

 

Today it was a quick trip to Sikes Senter to vote. Almost messed up when the machine spit out a sheet of paper. My habit is to fold things, and that was a no-no for the machines. Anyway, got that done and went by Whataburger for a junior chili cheese burger, onion rings, and a small milk shake. Too much food, but it was very tasty. The dogs thought so, too, even though they did not get any milkshake or onion rings.

 

Got an entire dozen eggs today. That made me happy. Some of the eggs were obviously pullet sized, but the turken laid another of her pretty speckled eggs. They are not anything like the size of a turkey egg, but they are still pretty and very different from the ones the other pullets lay. It is fun to see the different colors when they are set in an egg crate next to each other.

 

Have been reading some more of the Steve Higgs books. Just love to laugh at the things his characters do and say. The animals can talk—not that anyone can understand them, necessarily, but they are very opinionated. Can imagine how my two dogs might talk to each other and to me if that were a possibility. They love each other, however. When Sylvia gets her head on my legs, sometimes Thompson has to get in on the action and puts his head on me as well. Good thing dog hair and slobbers don’t bother me.

 

Talked to Sterling today. His shingles are still giving him fits, but he is staying busy. Some kind of Christian home that takes kids from tiny to age seventeen needs chairs, benches, and stuff like that. He has made several rocking chairs for the little ones and benches for whatever they need as well. The lumber yard gives him wood that can’t be sold for whatever reason, and he doesn’t have to paint anything, so that works out pretty well. He is still making chairs and benches for men at the lumber yard, too.

 

Two of his dear friends are very ill. Not sure what is wrong with his friend George, but he is on up there in age and just not getting around well at all. His friend in Alabama had a little bump come up on him that he scratched. It turned out to be a staph infection, so he ended up in the horse-pital. The older we get, the easier it is to get down. At least he has a decent attitude.

 

Have not looked online at anything much, but will look tomorrow—maybe. Too many good books to read to spend much time looking online at the garbage that is going on in the world. Just have to pray that our families, neighbors, friends, and world will be found to contain those who will seek God and His love. May forgiveness be the blessing that we can share with all of us who need it so desperately. Pray for those whose sorrow is self-inflicted that they may be brought to repentance and forgiveness.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.