Keeping On and Moving On.

 Keeping On and Moving On.

 

Some things don’t really change all that much. Like dirt. It is everywhere, and we can be thankful for that little thin cover on this old planet that gives us a place to plant things. Granted, some of that dirt is in our houses, on our feet, and invariably in the vacuum cleaners. Oh well. Today some of the dirt was stirred up just a bit in my front flower bed. Here’s hoping that the bulbs planted out there actually have a chance to grow into pretty flowers. Simply cannot walk by a half-price sale of flower bulbs.

 

Thompson’s new dog bed came this morning. It was supposed to be a “large to extra-large” bed. See my eyes rolling toward the top of my hairline? Even if they had given a weight type of measure, this bed does not encompass enough room for legs, tail, and nose. It IS soft and fluffy, but it would only fit one end of a dog. Stephen and Caleb stopped by for a few minutes to visit and said that they got one that size for their dog for nine dollars at Ollie’s. Maybe two of them might work put together. Or not.

 

United had three packages of thighs in an end cap cooler where they were selling the thighs and drumsticks for one dollar a pound. Plenty of drumsticks were in there, but another lady and the old woman took the three packages of thighs and asked if they had more in the back or if they would have more later. Supposedly a truck is to bring more on Saturday. Uh huh. Bet it will all be drumsticks. Oh well. Cooked these up and put the meat in freezer bags for my dogs. Still have some ready to feed them tomorrow from the stuff already cooked. Got tickled at the check-out ladies because they recognized me as being the lady who buys the huge cabbages for my chickens. Had four heads in my basket this morning, so we talked about chickens and cabbages. One of the managers asked if the hens would get to eat any of their “cousins” in the thigh packages. Nope, the dogs get that stuff, but did not tell her that. Did ask if the managers would consider selling the packages of shredded cabbage that they throw away at a discounted price so that the hens could have it. Supposedly the city won’t let them give that stuff away. We will see.

 

Looked around both coops this morning and thought about getting busy and cleaning them out. So far, thinking is as far as that task has moved along. Maybe tomorrow. It is really not that difficult, but like other little jobs, it takes a certain mindset. Really wish it were possible to create a type of compost with just this stuff that comes out of the coops. Bet it would make some good compost. But the hens find the piles made from the clean outs and scratch them out all over the ground. Looks like a feather explosion!

 

Trying to avoid looking too closely at the news. We know pretty much what to expect from various situations, but seeing things blown up or at least blown out of all proportion just feels disgusting. We can just praise God that some things will happen no matter what mankind thinks. The universe just keeps right on spinning and sparking. God will level things out when He decides the time is right. Until then, may He watch over us and lead us to His way.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.