The Feed and Garden Store, Inc.

 The Feed and Garden Store, Inc.

 

Only $57.15 today. One sack of lay mash--$18.85, one sack of Forage Max wheat--$21.00, one four-pound sack of Muenster Mills salmon (plus coconut oil) dog food--$15.95. Like the idea of buying locally from Muenster, TX, but the 40-pound sack would be cheaper per pound. Let’s see first if they will eat the stuff. It says “locally sourced,” but where the hey would they find salmon in this part of the country? Oh well. It does not contain grains, so maybe that is something good. Anywho, the mash and wheat are in their respective storage cans and the dog food is sitting on the deep freezer for the next meal. The dogs refused to eat the lamb and rice kibble with cooked chicken this morning. It would just be lovely if they would eat this Muenster stuff without needing to cook anything to go with it.

 

My last cup of coffee is still warm in the insulated cup on my desk. Here it is two in the afternoon and the old woman is still drinking coffee. Oh well. Couldn’t sleep last night anyway.

 

Have decided that turkey is just a bit much. Neither of the dogs really seemed to care for it, and the old woman definitely doesn’t care for it. Would much rather have a good barbecued brisket or something of that nature. As long as it is not tough, beef just beats the tar out of just about any other kind of meat. Have had buffalo and venison, too, but you can keep all those little wildly bounding critters with the white fluffy tails. The buffalo is pretty good, however. Lamb is the best, but who can afford the stuff. Never have had mutton, but am told it tastes a bit like wool. Argh.

 

Watched a bit of Fox News this morning. Seems San Francisco can clean the streets when they have guests coming. Too bad they can’t put the homeless somewhere decent on a permanent basis, but at least now they have disinfected the areas where they were before. Hope the horrible smells went down the drain with the power washes. Meanwhile, the illegal immigrants in Chicago have decided they need to go back to Venezuela. Chicago can no longer help them with any services due to overflowing bodies that need every type of help from emergency medical to food and housing. Well, duh. Bring in several thousand people and dump them in a place that has trouble taking care of their own homeless and see what happens. Texas still has the worst problems for the time being, but apparently, we are seeing border problems from the north as well. The Canadian border is the least guarded there is. So far it has been a sticky situation with Iranian people who have nothing nice on their minds. Figures.

 

Jennifer reminded me to get my “light box” out and use it when reading so that the problems from SAD won’t be as bothersome. Seasonal affective disorder is pretty common in places where sunlight is not all that great. We have sunlight, but fewer hours of sunlight and the season’s change to cold can cause problems for those of us who are susceptible to depression. Such fun—not! Remember to call and talk to your friends who may just need a laugh or a kind word to help them through a day.

 

Grandson had a procedure this morning and came partially out of the anesthesia fighting for all he was worth. Finally, a male nurse flattened him out on the table to keep him from using his upper cut on anyone. He is SO much like Lewis that it is not funny! Lewis did that more than once and even had warnings on his chart about how he reacted to the drugs to keep him out. Guess this ol’ girl can’t say too much. The nurses told me that when Dr. Schaffner took Lance with forceps, he got kicked right in the face. Think a nurse got in trouble for not having me strapped down good. Oh well.

 

Just looking out at my hens grazing around on the stuff in the yard. Still need some real grass to grow, but apparently they can eat “storkbill” like people can. Had no idea the stuff was even edible. It just looks like a funny, flat weed to me. But my hens are healthy and happy, so that makes me grin and chuckle when they chase me around. They get right under my feet, but make it very clear that they expect treats! Not spoiled or anything. Just like us when God gives us so very much in life. We are spoiled—but thankful!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.