More Mice or More Plans?

 More Mice or More Plans?

 

Have something planned for early tomorrow that has been put off for a bit longer than it should have been. But then, sometimes we dread things just because we have done something like that in the past that was not all that wonderful. Have never had anything done to my teeth that really was fun and exciting. It’s about like getting a new pair of shoes that are too expensive to leave in the closet. You know that they will not be comfortable right off the bat, but getting them broken in just takes some gritted teeth. In this case, it is the teeth that will be gritted and no new shoes!

 

My sister-by-another-mother is in the process of having all her “stuff” packed into a moving van so she can get to Shreveport. She reminded me—though she doesn’t know it—that we tend to keep too much “shtuff.” She said that if she had not hoarded so many things that they would have already been on the road. Such is life. It is hard to do away with things. Someday this ol’ house needs to be cleaned out and so much stuff given away or thrown in the trash. Have a potty chair (for an adult), those things we used for me to keep my back still after surgery (two of them), a thing that looks like a bed a masseuse would use (from retina surgery), and several other things that should never have to be used again. Getting rid of them is definitely something that needs to be done. It’s not like they would ever really be needed again by this old woman—at least, hoping not.

 

Bought a huge head of cabbage this morning—7.38 lb of green goodness! All the checkers at United had a fit about its size. But then they found out that it was being bought for my hens! That amazed them, too. Yes, it is rather expensive, but we did not have rain this summer, so we had no green grass. In my estimation, green stuff is pretty important. The head Connie and Rebekah brought Saturday was gone in nothing flat. Only a bit of the stem/core was left this morning and one sad, limp leaf.

 

Have some chicken broth simmering for soup type meal this evening. Just felt like soup but not anything heavy. Threw out the rest of the chopped onion and celery because it smelled funny to me. Picky, picky. But all things considered, waste a bit of food and escape any gastrointestinal problems. Wish I were as good a cook as my mom was.

 

Seems there will only be one small boy on the street after all. The second couple were married but had no children. Guess the one little boy will just have to learn to enjoy chickens and old folks.

 

Saw some of the hostages reunited with families and felt so sorry for those who were left behind—as well as those who were never going to see their families again. This type of situation just makes it plain that all the stupid missiles and weapons in the world will never make any kind of peace possible unless they make the tanks into tractors to till the soil. May God forgive those who kill and terrorize others.

 

Let us be grateful for the peace we have right now. May God continue to protect us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.