Pooper Cooper.

 Pooper Cooper.

 

Cleaned out the coops, put down fresh DE, moved some stuff out of the long coop, and am thinking of sowing wheat in there to see if it will come up. Have to close the door to that area, however, to let the stuff sprout. Just thinking about it; haven’t done it. They get up before the old woman and want to be out and about! Twenty-one hens are a few too many for small spaces, so that long coop gets trampled pretty well. May just wait. The weather forecast is for freezing this next week.

 

Cleaned up some of the back yard. Just scooping up the hay and other stuff was quite a workout. Yes, some of us are pooper scoopers. Ahem. Now that stuff is in an area that the hens have dug up into fox holes. Every time it is filled up, they dig it out again. Even raked up the extra leaves of cabbage that they did not eat so the yard would look nice and neat for a few minutes. Now the muscles are tired and the back is sore. Oh well. Good exercise maybe. Beats sitting.

 

Finished one book and almost finished with another one. Really hope this one is not going to have one of those continued stories. Love mysteries, but do not appreciate cliff hangers. This one is back around WWI and involves the running of blockades and smuggling along the English coastline. Guess it was pretty tricky to be a sailor in those days if someone wanted something you could get for them. If the revenuers didn’t get you, the other smugglers would!

 

Lance’s wife Tracy told him that they could stay in their house at least one more year: she paid the taxes today. Can’t imagine what taxes are like down there! It isn’t even as bad here in Wichita County as it is in Clay County. Henrietta has—or at least had—the highest tax rate in Texas a few years ago. Not sure why. But the land out there is too many thousands of dollars per acre to ever develop into anything except grassland for cattle. Loved living in Clay, but it has nothing to offer young folks for living there or working. Maybe they could develop the feral hog hunts into something eventually. [That is a joke, in case you wondered.] If someone would come up with a good use for copperheads, those folks could make a killing. But you can bet the government would figure out a way to tax ‘em per snake!

 

Mixed up some pimento cheese spread for celery sticks. Those celery sticks were some tough chewing. Funny how only maybe three or four sticks are tender and the rest are tougher than boot leather! Well, haven’t ever really tried boot leather, but you understand. Don’t really want to make any celery soup right now, so will just keep the rest wrapped up for later. Doing my best to avoid the handful of candy that John Rhoads put in the egg cartons he returned. Lance will be here this next week. Will send it home with him or give it to the kids across the street. Lance said all the stuff that folks took to work this past week was junk food—nothing that was good for a person to eat. Shucks! This is the best time of the year to have tamales! Now that is some kind of festive food!

 

Really don’t know much at all. Trying to avoid looking at the “news” on here. Have to appreciate the weather and wind along with the low flying clouds. At least it is not freezing or flying hail all over the place. We just need to appreciate the good days like this one when we can get outside and enjoy the fresh air. Just praise God the weather is decent, and we can look forward to being outside yet not have to worry about bugs!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.