Why Old Women Should Not Have Babies.

 Why Old Women Should Not Have Babies.

 

You remember your mother, or at the very least, your grandmother having leftovers in Cool Whip bowls in the fridge, right? You never knew what surprises you might find in there! Then there were the “science experiments.” Uh huh. They needed to be dropped, bowl and all, in the trash bin. Wwwwoooo! Around here the fridge gets emptied rather often, and no Cool Whip bowls are used to disguise any contents. Nope, what you see is what you get. That is not to say that the old woman remembers what might have been put in little bags and slid in the freezer section, however. That is why the Ziplock people put those handy little sections on the bags that can be easily labeled with a permanent marker. Have been thinking again about freezing some beaten eggs in bags. Easy toss of scrambled eggs some morning.

 

The cold gusts of air today have not been very nice to those of us who have arthritis. Poor Thompson just hobbles along and uses the stairs up to the deck rather than try to hop up from the side. Know just how he feels. The wind last night just roared up this hill off the lake. Nevermind that the lake is probably three inches deep. It is still a body of water that makes the wind colder when it hits. Apparently, last night the wind was high enough and hard enough to put the internet service out part of the day over here. Not sure that it affected many others, but it definitely got ours. Made me realize how much time is wasted online most days. Oh well. It is my time to waste.

 

The dogs are over here playing “big mouth.” They seem to be trying to see which one has the biggest mouth. Silly dogs. Gotta love ‘em. They keep me company and make my life more interesting every day.

 

Now the hens are fun and flock around me just to see if any handouts are forthcoming. Today they had some little pumpkins that Kissy dropped off for them. It was not too difficult to split the things in half or fourths and slide them in the oven to bake them until they were soft. As to whether the hens will eat them—well, that is another question.

 

The egg count may go down considerably as the temps go down, but right now the girls are keeping everyone in eggs. All that expensive feed must be doing some good because they are some very pretty eggs. Think only one of the Black Marans is still laying that chocolate-colored egg. Only get one each day.

 

Had my head down in my hands for a few minutes and Sylvia came to check on me. Yes, tired and a bit of headache from the weather will do it. But who knew she was watching?

 

Grayson’s team that was working in downtown Ft. Worth yesterday during the gas explosion thought that lightning had hit their building. They have been having hard rains down there lately, so it stands to reason that they would be expecting a great big flash. Still have not heard if the ones that were hurt badly are going to be ok. Prayers are needed.

 

It sounds scary when one looks at the world situations. The Euro countries are wondering if they are going to be the next on the list for being invaded. Sitting here wondering if there is a nation on earth right now that is not enduring some kind of conflict—even Canada is concerned about all the illegal immigrants. Wonder if Australia has room for a few million immigrants from all the rest of the world. As many mean snakes, spiders, and strange animals as they have, a few million Houtis might be a good start on bait. Oh! Not nice! Sorry. Not sorry. We are supposed to be kind, but all the garbage that is floating around makes a person pretty fed up with that kind of violent trash.

 

We will just have to continue to pray and lift up the neighbors around us with acts of kindness. Let us try to develop the character that God would approve.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.