Reset on Lights.

 Reset on Lights.

 

Tomorrow a trip down to Patty’s is called for to see if the outside camera light just needs to be reset. She is thinking it is either that or it needs to be replaced. It has a button on top that has to be pushed in for a few seconds and then let up. And, of course, the kitchen stool has to be utilized to do that little trick. Oh well.

 

Went to United and picked up four heads of cabbage for the hens to snack on. But they got the best deal when the dogs refused to eat their dog food for some reason. Wish it were not so difficult to figure that situation out. Some days they eat the canned stuff like it is very tasty. Other days they turn up their noses. Go figure.

 

Picked up three pork butts to make into dog food. Here’s hoping that it works well. Going to slice up the one cooked today and put it into Ziplocks and slide those into the freezer. That way they will have a choice—as will the old woman. The hens picked at the pumpkin that was hacked up just for them, but they really were not interested in it. May have to go back out and pick up the pieces and bake them so the girls will eat that thing. It is always interesting to feed the livestock around here!

 

Tomorrow is a trip to the dentist for x-rays and more money shelled out for whatever decision Dr. Pitts will make about my teeth on the bottom. The lady—think her name was Dr. Rice from the denture place—said she could see the beginnings of two cavities on the teeth that anchored my bridge. Those really matter. When she started talking about putting in those artificial teeth into my jaw bone, it really made me realize that it matters more to me to keep the ones in there now. My teeth have always been a problem, but with a horse’s head as an extractor, it certainly wasn’t always by choice to have partial plates. Oh well. Life goes on.

 

Sharon Dickerson sent me photos of the three deer that were right outside the kitchen window at David’s house today. She said that they are inspiration for window washing. My living room windows got that done to them the other day, but it was due to dog noses on the bottom and just plain ol’ dirt on the top. Guess the traffic on the road and the movement of the UPS trucks might compare to some wildlife, but not truly as interesting.

 

Enjoying this furniture that Sterling brought down from Arkansas. He is quite the carpenter! But having his visit has made me think about Mom and Dad quite a bit, so found myself wishing to speak with them. How old does one have to be to stop missing family?

 

Joined a group of women who are over 60 and who talk about how life is so very different for them. It sounds a bit like empty nest talk in a way, but it mostly makes me realize that our children develop lives of their own that hardly resemble anything like ours when we were their age. Not planning on griping since getting older means that we are still alive—aches and all. It certainly beats the alternative.

 

Let us pray for Israel, for their leaders and their soldiers, and for the humans who have to shift their lives to avoid the battles and bombs. May God bless them all.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.