Preparations.

 Preparations.

 

It is supposed to get cold in the next few days. Since this is Texas we are talking about, not much telling what it will do or when it will do it. But being an old woman with a streak of paranoia, the feed bins are full to the brim, have a water pitcher ready to haul water out to the coops, and the outside faucets are covered. Still getting eggs for the time being. Not much telling how cold weather will affect the hens.

 

KNOW how cold weather affects me: achey, breaky joints! Poor Thompson let me know this morning when his back knee did not want to bend. Poor baby. Wish this pain med would work better and last for 24 hours. Patty wanted me to take her dogs to the vet this afternoon, so that was my plan. Then some things happened and it did not get done. Did not go to the meeting at Pioneer either. Probably just as well. My friend Mary was diagnosed with Covid. Just lovely. John (her husband) came to pick up eggs and brought cabbage. He knows that is not necessary, but he does it anyway when he is at the store. He has been taking care of Mary since her latest knee surgery, but now he is sick and she is, too. No bueno. Just hoping that the “pneumonia” that David Sewell has really is that and not something else. Doesn’t take much to wipe out an old person like some of us.

 

Shona wanted to see the lake, so with Patty’s permission, we walked down to her place. It is so pretty and green. By the time we headed back, Shona was sniffing and snorting like happens to me this time of year. The pollen count is only eight something, but juniper really can do a job on a person. Patty came out and sat with us and kept wiping the tears from her eyes—allergies! Have decided it is better not to be around anyone when my allergies are like this. Just miserable! And if some germ came floating by, that would just about do the trick! Oh well.

 

Jenn called me yesterday to tell me that the voice on her car told her to watch out ahead and avoid the BIBLE! She shook her head and found it—a pothole! How she got Bible out of pothole is still a curiosity!

 

A package planned for Grayson’s birthday was delivered HERE today instead of to his house. Sigh. Jenn had my toaster delivered to HER house! Giggling. We might be kin to each other!

 

Sat and read from the book on Revelation by Lehman Straus again today while not working (not that the work is going to get done anyway). Wish this book had been around for me to read years ago. But maybe an old woman is more receptive to it than a young punk. Just a thought. Sterling said that he enjoyed the book so much that he ordered another copy for himself.

 

Speaking of Sterling, he finished another table today and was about to go get another load of wood before they get snowed in. He also had propane delivered and filled up some back up cans of fuel for his generator. Then his new renter went and bought a generator for their RV. Sterling helped him put it together, but said that it did not have the kind of plug that fits the RV. Not sure what the guy will do about that. Nothing in an RV runs on 220. Oh well. Not my problem, and electricians are cheap. NOT!

 

Bought some heritage tomatoes the other day at Aldi’s. They are almost black and have a wonderful flavor! Wish these would grow on Dickerson Hill! Have to get Roger Thonton to try them.

 

This sunshine today was an absolute gift from God. Know it will at least be a good memory in a couple of days. But spring is not too far off—even if it only lasts a day. Meanwhile, we can enjoy our neighbors, friends, family, and everyone we meet up with from the mailman to the garbage collector. Keep our eyes away from the latest ship seized and keep those eyes turned to God. HE is in control.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.