For Your Mood of the Day!

 For Your Mood of the Day!

 

Follow the temperatures to see your mood of the day. If the wind is blowing, stay out of other folks’ way! If the sun is shining and the wind is not blowing your hair off the top of your head, just grin and bear it! Someone is bound to be happy! All these moods may differ slightly with the upward or downward direction of the temperature gauge. Currently, on Dickerson Hill, the mood is restless with only a slightly discouraging word. If someone wakes up and her feet hurt with arthritis, all holds are barred!

 

It truly amazes me that the critters can tell us the seasons just by the way they react to the weather. Spring sees heels in the air out there in the pastures. Winter, however, sees huddles of fur out by the fences or in the draws where the grass grows a bit higher. Yep, we are not the only ones who react to the weather.

 

My hens are so spoiled that they expect treats or at the very least a head of cabbage when they see the kitchen door open. Not this week for cabbage. The kids in Jerry’s house brought over a package of doughnuts. The old woman nibbled a bit and gave the rest to the hens. Need sugar like we need more cactus in Texas!

 

May or may not see Hanan’s son on Friday. Rylan said that his Noni and he were going to be here and wanted to come by. It was fine with me, but if Sharon (Noni’s real name) feels like the rest of us, it might depend on the weather. Have not seen the kid in eight years now except for some pictures online.

 

Sterling called today to talk about things he had on his mind. We talked about joy and satisfaction and how those two things are pretty well connected. He builds things and feels satisfaction and joy as they turn out well. Sometimes it makes me feel like it would be neat to be able to make something with my hands. But no longer really want to sew or bake. And cooking is just one of those necessary things that takes up time and effort. The critters make me happy, but growing things provides quite a bit of satisfaction. In Texas, growing things pretty well is at the mercy of the weather. Oh well. At least we have good dirt.

 

The neighbor across the street finally thawed out somewhat—at least she has water. The drains were frozen, however. My washing machine has frozen lines and probably frozen drains. Guess sometime this year we will do something about that situation. Lance has the know-how to insulate things for the water pipes. The drains are a different thing altogether. We may have to ask someone’s advice about that. Just have to hope the water lines don’t break underneath the side of the house for now. Not that it helps anyone, but we are not the only ones with frozen pipes and drains. SO glad we don’t live up north!

 

Really would like to take a nap and wake up with the world turned warm. Not hot, mind you, just warm. Meanwhile, guess until that kind of dirt nap comes along, will just go read a good book. When God allows me to take that last nap, maybe the weather will be a totally different critter—or my attitude will have improved.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.