Learning the Hard Way.

 Learning the Hard Way.

 

The huge turkey was defrosting in the bottom of the fridge, and the pan it was in had the fluid in it that was to be expected. But when taken out of the plastic cover, the ice was still evident. So, it soaked a few hours in cold water. Then it cooked for six hours. Well, Dear Hearts, evidently that was not long enough. The wing bones are now cooking in a big pan along with some of the meat from the drumsticks. The rest of that big bird is back in the oven! Yes, this is just going to be dog food, but still, who would have thought that it was going to take at least another couple of hours to thoroughly cook that bird?! Oh well. The dogs will be eating venison for several more days anyway.

 

Read an article this morning about the banks not wanting any pennies. Hmm. Not sure if that just means a few or more than a dollar’s worth of pennies. A couple of men began collecting them back during WWII and filled up quite a bit of space in their basement with their collection. Their family was unable to find a bank willing to take their collection. Wonder what that much copper would be worth if it were sold that way? But it seems they used zinc in most of the later pennies. Guess my bottle of pennies would be pretty well worthless.

 

Saw and heard my good neighbors Clint and Sandy Robertson leave this morning. They had only lived there about 14 months, but they were gone quite often to take care of business or to go see their sons. Still, they were good neighbors. Have asked the Lord to watch over them and bless them. And the same can be said for asking for the new couple to be blessed. He is in the Airforce, and she is a nurse. Let’s hope that they enjoy living on this old hill.

 

Clint told me yesterday that someone had bought the corner lot where Mr. and Mrs. Hipp had their little store and station there on the corner of Texas and Kemp. It’s amazing to me that this hill has suddenly sprung to life after all these years. Just would like to see the house behind me torn down and cleaned up. It is such a fire hazard. But we have three of those out here now since Suzanne Priddy left. Her house is just going to wrack and ruin. She has an old car that needs to be hauled off—just like Bobby Wallers place has a couple that need to be recycled. Sad when folks die and leave behind trash.

 

Ok, the turkey pot pie is made and sampled; the rest of the turkey is cooked and deboned and put up to use later. Seems my turkey pot pie idea came straight out of Saginaw. Lance told me he made some for him and Tracy to take in their lunches this week. Mine had celery and mushrooms in it rather than mixed veggies, but that is ok.

 

Rachel and Damian are on a flight home this afternoon, and Jennifer and Gary are probably at home by now. Funny how my family scatters all over the place now that they are all grown.

 

May have to take Patty’s little dog to see the vet tomorrow. Such fun. Roxie is having problems and keeping Patty awake. Not good for either of them. But easily understood. Sylvia did this to me one night lately. Argh.

 

Wishing that something would work better for Thompson with his arthritis. Know how badly it hurts. But he is better than he was. Now if he would just stop chasing squirrels!

 

Let us count our blessings and begin to search our lives for the things that truly matter—our families, the critters, the green grass, the rain or snow, the folks who keep us safe or try to heal our wounds, and the peace we have in our neck of the woods and more importantly, the peace in our minds given to us by His love.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.