Froggy Day.

 Froggy Day.

 

Sometimes we need to remind ourselves about how very blessed we are. Looking back, shucks! Looking around, seeing how many women still can do the things they want to do makes me wonder why this old woman does not get more done. My one activity for today that was not planned but had been in consideration for a bit was painting a sunflower on the glass of the bathroom door. It is not the best representation of a sunflower, but it is going to have to do for now. My friend Barbara Matthews quilted a fantastic quilt just finished today. Absolutely gorgeous! Now that woman is talented! Have a feeling that if she wanted sunflowers on a quilt, they would be perfect! Ah well. Some of us just make do with what small talents we have.

 

Thompson has been whining today more than usual. Put his jacket on him and that helped for a while. But it certainly would be nice if these silly pills would help more. Know his hips are hurting him, but they did not show the arthritis in them that the knee did. Guess the changing weather might be part of the problem. It has really been a foggy, froggy day. Early this morning the mist was between here and the hospital and between here and the lake. It was not a great distance, but it looked smoky with mist. The hens did not seem to care. Gave them some leftover salad and some dog food that did not get cleaned up. They are very appreciative of such goodies. Each one runs to grab something and takes off with whatever they spear with their beaks. Crazy or smart, they each get something to make them try it again the next time.

 

Have not even turned on the computer much today except to look at a couple of things. Diann Dennis posted about her granddaughter’s eyes. The right eye is doing fairly well, but the tumor in her left eye is not calcifying the way they want it to. It seems that it can be destroyed by calcification, but for some reason this one is not doing it. Let us remember this little one in our prayers. She is blessed to be so well loved, but we would want her to be whole and happy and live out her life with joy.

 

Jennifer’s doctor’s office messed up the schedule for her surgery, and she was at the end of the day for the procedure. He went in and found nothing to cause the pain she has been having, but he plans to do a couple of more tests this next week. Great way to have guests and Thanksgiving with this kind of problems. At least she knows it is not an ulcer.

 

Had a cup of ginger-mango tea a bit ago. Good stuff! Made spinach noodles with garlic alfredo sauce and meatballs for brunch and dinn-upper. Tastes like garlic whether it is hot or cold. But noodles aren’t made like what my mom used to make. Her noodles were so very tasty. Guess my cooking will never be as good as hers was before she stopped cooking. Reminiscing with Sterling the other day about the fact that we never bought any kind of dog food for our dogs. Mom made extra biscuits and gravy to feed our dogs. Sometimes Dad would shoot a rabbit to feed to them, but not often. And it did not seem to me that we had much in the way of leftovers to feed them. Times have changed.

 

Finished Baxter’s study of the book of Daniel today. Will have to go back now and look up the scriptures that he suggested as points of reference in various books—but especially in the book of Matthew. It made me think of when reading through the Bible about the second time as a teenager. It seemed to me that it would have been a great thing to be a Jew since God had made such wonderful promises to them. Then a special scripture made me think of the fact that God looks at things so differently from the way we look at them: “if ye be Christ’s, then ye be Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise.” Will have to look it up to see where that is in the New Testament, but right there is how God looks at His children. Some scriptures just come to me without me remembering where they are, but just what they meant to me at the time. Guess that happens to other folks just as much as it has to me. May the words you need come to you.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.