Scheduling Life.

 Scheduling Life.

 

Thinking this evening that it is a super good thing that the older set of falsies (teeth) still work. The next appointment available at Affordable Dentures is this coming Tuesday—NEXT week. Definitely am not going to be giving them a good recommendation for either fit or service. The one lady is nice, and another younger one has an attitude, and who knows why they have such a strange amount of time between fittings or whatever. Argh. Yes, the old woman has an attitude. Surprise, surprise, surprise. Just try eating with sore gums and a raw tongue!

 

It is strange to me that a loving, thoughtful gift today has just left me nearly bawling. Jo Ann Hobbs knew my husband and how much he meant to me. She made an acrylic transparency that included two pictures of him—one of both of us and one with his great big happy grin and a chocolate pie made just for him! She could not have given me any gift that meant as much as this. She knows how it is. She lost her first husband suddenly; then she lost a granddaughter (murder); and then she lost Jerry (her son). We talked today about how horrible the city jail is here. Prison is much cleaner and less dangerous than this jail. It is horrible to think that a jail “nurse” would not check on patients the way they should be checked. If a person is afraid to be around sick people, then that person should not be in charge of people who are ill. Hanan told me some things about the jail that horrified me. Not sure if our jail is strictly for those arrested by the city police or if this combines city and county. Either way, it says something that this is the worse jail in Texas.

 

This afternoon the wagon that Lewis bought for me needed some welding and something along the line of fabricating work done on it. Took it over to leave it with the guy who will work on it. They had fresh produce from one of the grocery stores to feed to livestock. My hens said hooray! Little tomatoes and other good stuff that they like was immediately attacked by these girls. They DO get all the feed they need, obviously, or they would not be laying as well as they are. Gave Jo Ann a dozen eggs, but need to save up some now to give to Dr. B. Her children really do seem to enjoy fresh eggs. Well, who doesn’t?

 

Tried to call my friend Billie Ruth, but she either is not home or simply ignoring her phone and answering machine. Have to call her as she never calls me. Oh well. Still love her!

 

A friend wants a Black Maran rooster. Am trying very hard not to think about raising any more baby chicks right now. Already have 21 hens! Guess that is more than enough for this little half acre of land. Have been learning more about how to keep the coops clean without having to shovel DE and poo. The Chicken Chick suggests that builders’ sand is the way to go and then just keep it as if it were a cat box. Who’d a thought it! Anyway, will clean out the front coop and try it soon. Going to move the feed bins inside the workshop again. It bugs me to have to walk under their roosts in the morning while they are up there. So far, they have not deposited anything in my hair! Now to get a long-handled pooper scooper for cat litter.

 

After having my eyes dilated, had a headache for a bit, but now a good book is calling to me. This series has several more to go in it, and it is fun to know that there are more to make me laugh. Women are funny—much funnier than men. Guys just do things without all the thoughts that go with it most of the time—not talking about planning a project—just life in general. Women overthink everything!

 

Siri says the weather is going to be pleasant the rest of this week, so we can thank God for beautiful days and decent weather. Between the rain and the sunshine, we can know that it is about time to grow something. Have some potatoes with eyes that need to be stuck in the ground. Wouldn’t it be funny to see the front yard as a garden! Let’s celebrate a new year soon with things that are green!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.