Enchiladas--Old Woman-Styled.

 Enchiladas—Old Woman-Styled.

 

Just put a pan of enchiladas on in the oven. Had to add a few things that were not in the recipe, so if they find my creaky old body sometime later next week, they will know that she overdosed on Mexican food—mild chilis, Spanish rice (her style), and cheesy chicken rolled up in tortillas! Can hardly wait for it to be ready to come out of the oven. Bought one of those frozen dinners at United today that was supposed to be enchiladas. Spicy, Dear Hearts! But it reminded me of that queso that they sell for dip. Mighty larapin’!

 

Had planned to take Roxie to the vet today and Patty called to say that she seemed better. Went down there this afternoon and pressed the spot on her nose. It is sore and infected, so tomorrow she gets a trip to see the vets. Both of mine need to go as well, but not going to try taking all three at the same time. The old woman is a bit weird at times, but not totally crazy. The idea of three dogs at one time is a tail or two too many. [MS Word says that the word is should be “are,” but it is an idea rather than a count in my mind. NOW! Changed the introductory noun to IDEA rather than dogs so that MS Word would be happy.]

 

Have a load of laundry on to wash. Slow day to be getting started on laundry this late in the afternoon, but things only get done around here when the notion strikes me or until the laundry hamper gets in my way! Oh well.

 

According to Siri, it is supposed to rain all weekend. No doubt that will mess up the sale at Sutherlands. Hmm. Maybe it will keep me at home. Don’t need anything right now anyway! May sit here and drool over hydrangeas and lilacs, but those things are rather pricey anyway. Besides, you know dadgum well that we will get at least one more freeze before March rounds up this first part of the calendar. Lewis had a saying about Sutherlands: “Let them keep the stuff until we need it.” Yes, and sometimes we decided we really did not need whatever it was we thought we needed. Such is life.

 

Shona said that they were going to make a “clean out” trip to Childress this weekend to get rid of broken toys and such that needs to be tossed. Just sent her a message and asked her if she wanted the humongous trash bags that the old woman picked up by mistake. Will probably never use them. Might as well pass them on. If more of my junk and stuff were useful, this house could be cleaned out in nothing flat!

 

Sitting here thinking about my silly brother. He is finally feeling a little bit better. He and Jacqui have had the creepin’ crud or something along those lines with croupin’, coughin’, and generally belly achin’. Yesterday they went roller hunting for his wood work projects. Seems it takes a certain size roller to go in these cabinets—twelve in each cabinet. And, of course, they all need to match up in size or whatever. So, they drove all over Arkansas, Missouri, and Oklahoma to the Harbor Freights to find over fourteen of the silly things. Guess he has what he needs now to make one and start another. He was quite the entrepreneur when he was a youngster. Remembering that Jim Simmon’s grandmother, Mrs. Davis, wanted her iris beds thinned out and sheep manure spread on them. So, he got paid to thin them out and then got paid for the sacks of manure. He took the extra irises and planted them in a salt flat out on Granddad Pollard’s place to try to help stop the erosion of the land. Plus, Granddad was mighty pleased to get the sheep shed cleaned out and might have paid him for that as well. Not sure because we both loved Granddad and would have done anything in the world for him. But Sterling’s wood work reminds me of how he did things as a kid. All this lumber is stuff that can’t be used or sold at the lumber yard because it is either split, warped, or otherwise ruined. Sterling takes the pieces he can salvage and turns them into beautiful pieces of furniture. What can’t be used in wood working keeps his wood-burning stove going good.

 

Honestly think that we are so very blessed in this country. Shona was telling me about the city of Childress and how half the time the kids can’t go to school because they don’t have water or electricity. Sounds like incompetence to me, but what would an old woman know? Just appreciate that things in WF work and that some things that we know need to be remedied will eventually find their way to be changed. We may not have the best attitudes here in WF, but for the most part, folks are kind and go out of their way to help each other. Thinking of Dawn Thompson and the event she has planned for this weekend. God leads women to help those who are most in need—spiritually or otherwise. Let us be grateful for such woman as Dawn and others like her who show us how much God cares for us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.