Finally Flannel Degrees.

 Finally Flannel Degrees.

 

It finally got up to 30 degrees on the back deck. Not sure about the front porch as the unit needed new batteries and doofless old woman could not figure out how to get the temp to show. Oh well. Can tell you right now that with the light breeze out the back door, a quick check of the nesting boxes was done in a flannel shirt and quick steps.

 

The neighbors just left to check into a motel so that they all four could get a shower. Not that they did not have another offer, but understand how they feel about using someone else’s facilities. Just not a great way to start out at a new place. Clint told Albert that he thought that the heat tape would work, but apparently Albert did not want to do it that way. And who knows? Maybe this is a learning experience for the entire shebang.

 

Have a heater on the lines for my washing machine. Kinda hoping that the drain pipes will work tomorrow and the water lines won’t have broken. Do not want to have to call in a plumber! Guarantee that if that call has to be made again, the old woman will go get some insulation stuff to put around those pipes under the house!

 

Have thought several times about having water put in out in the hen house. Thinking is about as far as it has ever really advanced because the ground between the house and out back is nearly solid rock and rubble. Once upon a time, years ago when she had more muscle in her back and a whole lot less going on between her ears, the younger woman dug a trench across there for a drain for the kitchen sink. It did not work out well and floated part of the back yard because the ground won’t let the water seep down. Go figure.

 

Considering we don’t usually have a really long winter, maybe all my thoughts are concentrating on things that are just temporary. That seems to be one’s tendency when the ride is rough!

 

One of the dogs has taken an antler outside and now we only have ONE antler between two dogs. Oh wonderful! Will have to go outside tomorrow and look for the other one. My luck, it will be buried!

 

Have had a semi-sneezy headache for a couple of days now that would do to tempt an old person to have a shot of something liquid—like the stuff that Granddad Pollard would imbibe early on a cold day before hauling off to work or after coming home after a very long day. My head feels as if it is bigger than it is supposed to be, or maybe that is just my sinuses! You can bet that if my neighbor Donny Anderson were still alive, he would have something that would either reduce the head ache or cause it to call calf-rope!

 

Thompson has the deer antler now. Funny dog. Don’t know what people do who don’t have dogs. Well, for one thing their house might be much cleaner or at least less furry! Jennifer has three dogs and three cats in her house. Know the house keepers just love to TRY to clean for them. At least the floors get cleaned once before the dogs get to establish their next big mess. Around here, it is the old woman who makes more mess if she forgets to clean her feet on the brushes that Roger Thonton put on the back deck. Those things work very well—especially when she remembers to use them before going inside.

 

Having looked briefly at the news, noticed nothing has changed for the better. Folks are still pouring across the borders, and the Feds still think the states do not have sovereignty rights. Shaking my head here. WE give the Feds the right to help all of us, but the Feds do not see the need to help even one. They want the power to do as they please without consideration of the rights of the nation and of the states. Am sure Tara Ross could tell us where in the Federalist Papers that these things are discussed, but for now, it is just disgusting to see the warped approach. Sigh.

 

Let us trust that God is the same today as He has always been. Let us ask Him for peace of mind and for His grace in our lives.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.