Fish and Chips.

 Fish and Chips.

 

The English call them fish and chips. We have fish, French fries, fried corn drops, and hush puppies. My dogs love hush puppies. The thoughts of fish and chips were just too good to pass up this evening, so a quick trip to Chicken Express finally got my fish. It took a while—probably because everyone else was ordering chicken! Anyway, the fish and the sauce for it are both in the box inside the fridge for tomorrow. So, there is that.

 

Thought that Michelle Malay would be here today, but she did not show up. Have to remember to send her ice machine home with her when she comes—whichever day that happens to be.

 

Planned to make cookies this afternoon and did not get very far. At least the butter will be ready to whip tomorrow along with the sugar, salt, vanilla, etc. Have not made cookies in ages! Have some macadamia nuts along with chocolate and caramel chips. Not sure just how that will turn out, but should be interesting.

 

Despite drinking pickle juice and lots of water, still having these interesting cramps. They make getting up and moving around very challenging. Keep trying to just walk more each day and find things to do that do not require bending down to tie my shoes or that sort of thing. Got out and scraped some dirt and hay away from the coop doors so that it is easier to open and close the hen house, but that only exercises the shoulders more than the legs. Oh well. Maybe eventually this mess will straighten up.

 

We got a pretty good little rain Sunday and early this morning. Lots of thunder kept me waiting for the dogs to start complaining, but maybe it did not bother them too much. Patty said that even Roxie did not fuss about the thunder! Still, the water bowls needed to be cleaned out and the metal water stand filled again. The leaves made such a mess in those things.

 

John Rhoads stopped by with a couple of cans of dog food that their little dog refused to eat. Mine thought it was ok when divided between their bowls. Still had their cheese on the kibble this evening for their meal. Maybe the other can of dog food with their morning kibble.

 

Briefly spoke with Jennifer this evening. Reece and Grey have one cat that has never seen a dog! Can’t imagine! Anyway, they will just have to deal with it. Jenn and Gary leave in the morning for Virginia—flying after all. The flight back home goes to DC and then back to DFW. Will be praying for the safety of ALL these flights during this time. SO many folks are heading home for the holidays.

 

Saw that Montana or one of those border states has been stopping big rigs and arresting drivers with fake CDL licenses. Scary. Let’s hope that they keep them off the roads!

 

It feels funny to think that it is already dark thirty by just a bit after six in the evening. The hens go up earlier with sundown and the dogs think it is time to call it a day. Good thing the old woman does not have any cows to milk!

 

Thanksgiving brings memories of home and so many thoughts of how my parents brought us up to pray and truly give thanks to God for all His blessings to us. Daddy didn’t use the “thee and thou” type of language, but he spoke to our heavenly father just as if He were among us—on ALL occasions. Maybe that memory makes Thanksgiving more blessed than all the different foods we ever had. We knew God heard our prayers. Let us pray with that same sense of gratitude today—and every day. As a nation, we are so very blessed. Let us become a blessing to others.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.