Cloudy Skies.

 The forecast is for the possibility of more rain for the next few days. Remind me in a few weeks how important this rainy weather really is. Right now the big coop has mold in it from all the rain. Put sulfur on it to help it dry out or kill the mold, but may have to come up with a better solution. Mold is bad for people and animals both! They make a powder to sprinkle on the chicken poop that is supposed to suppress odors and such, but a tiny little container is expensive. And a house with nearly 20 hens will need more than a tiny container. Oh well. 

The two broody hens got out of the little chicken house and are back on the nests. ARGH! In the morning they will get their fluffy butts put BACK inside the little house. At least for now they are not keeping any of the other hens from laying in the nests. 

Got the zero turn mower out and cut alongside the east fence near the road and along the fence next to the place on the end of the road. Those folks are going to be cutting some mighty tall grass by the time they get around to doing it. Of course, they are not the only ones with that problem. Just sitting here thinking of dry grass and fire hazards. sigh Hate to use Roundup or anything, but may put something between my fence and the house behind me. Can't get back there with a weed eater any longer. Or may just let it go to thunder. Sometimes it just feels pretty useless to try to keep things decent with neighbors like those.

Connie called me this morning to tell me that she was stiff and sore and tired from all the work she did on Rebekah's apartment. The men who put the flooring down cut the boards INSIDE the apartment instead of outside, so the entire place had to be vacuumed and cleaned again. Yes, they sent their maid service over to clean, but the apartment was never clean before the men cut the flooring, so it did not help much to have someone come in and just half- Well, you know. Daddy used to say that if a job was worth doing, it was worth doing it right the first time--in fact, done right the first time meant that no second time was necessary. Somehow not many of the younger generation got that message.

The mailman brought the Amazon package today that included two copies of The Scarlet Letter. Sent one home with the boys and then sat down and read the Custom House prologue. Had forgotten how his language was not anything like what we use today. Sent the boys a list of words to look up while they were reading it. That first section is going to bore them silly, but they will survive. 

Got to read the boys' first assignment today. We have some work to do on their sentence structure, but at least the papers were interesting. Now they have to do one more paper that tells steps in a process. Actually, that is not always an easy thing for some people to write. It should be some interesting reading.

The kid down on Lake View keeps throwing his balls over the fence into the side lot. Sylvia finds them, tears them up, and then drives me wild making weird noises with what is left. Went down to speak to the grandmother, and she would not even come to the fence, so obviously she does not want to talk to me. Oh well. Not my problem. Probably better this way.

The yard is still pretty despite the wind. And the Bluebonnets are making seed pods galore! Saw on FB today that a young woman in Windthorst had lost her teenage daughter to suicide and wanted a way to memorialize her. She asked for seeds, so will be putting some back for her. The flower seeds that folks sent me three years ago meant the world to me. Something that comes out of tragedy sometimes has more meaning than just a simple gift of flowers.

The stool for next to the bed came today with the other stuff from Amazon. Think Jennifer is right--the bed needs to be lower. But if the box springs were removed and a piece of plywood put across there instead, it would make the bed just the right height. So, Carla Beard knew what she was talking about! Glad she shared that bright idea with me.

Ate some Taco Bell today. Not one of my better ideas. The chicken power bowls are ok, but the new thing with taco meat inside could do to be put in the dogs' bowl. Whoo. 

Think there is grass down my shirt in the back, so as soon as the hens are locked up, this ol' girl is going to have a shower. Nothing like itchy grass to make a body miserable.

Don't know much worth telling or discussing, so will just encourage you to appreciate the kindnesses you receive and can share with others. We are so blessed.

May you all rest well. You are loved.