Sleepy, Tired.

 Yes, a nap was attempted today. Two phone calls put a stop to that business in a hurry. Love talking to my granddaughter, but guess she is going to be busy this weekend because she got a "free" day at the gym. That means she gets to go lift weights and run around the inside track. Doesn't that sound like loads of fun. My suggestion that she could learn to drive the zero turn mower apparently did not appeal very much. Oh well.

Hmm. Who needs or wants eggs? My hens are in fast gear. Even Athena, the older Campine hen, is laying two or more a week. So someone in this area is going to have to come get eggs! Dr. Blackwell's nurse will take some this week, but Lance and family do not need any for now. What's an old chicken wrangler to do? Go down on Scott Street and hand out eggs?

Have chuckled over the pictures of snow all over the place in  Arkansas and Indiana. Next shift is pollen. Yellow snow!

Enjoyed the Smith boys this morning. They are fun to be around. Asked them to see if they could find and watch A Handmaid's Tale. Also asked the oldest to look up a synopsis of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. Hope he can find it. They also are working on a little bit of technological history--patents or intellectual property rights, the reasons for radiotelegraph standardization, and telekino--remote controls. Today we went over clauses and phrases. By the time we finish, they should recognize a good sentence and be able to disregard things like prepositional phrases and adverbial phrases. We live in hope anyway. Next will be doing essays and letters. Effective writing takes practice.

Hauled all the susceptible plants in Tuesday evening and then hauled their happy buckets back outside this morning. Probably the source of sleepy, tired. Anyway, my muscles are letting me know about it.

Got a nice box of goodies from Nuts.com today. Have a plan to send some home with Lance for all the kids. Reece can't have any peanuts, so nothing like that will go to the Ostand house. So sorry the kids all managed to have some kind of allergy. At least their parents are able to care for them and love them and provide for them. Not everyone is that blessed.

Shuffled the dog hair around in the living room this morning. Honestly! Could vacuum every day and it probably would still be floating around in dog hair! And they are short-haired dogs! Glad they are not full-blown Australian Shepherds! Or Malamutes or Huskies! Jennifer can keep those suckers. Lance has already trimmed his Aussie this year. Even so, those little hairs still come out all over the place. And then there are the cats. Nope, none in this house.

Two days, two rabbits. Thompson wanted out at six again this morning. By the time it was time to open the hen houses, a rabbit lay dead at the gate. You'd think they would get the message. But they get right outside the fence and fight and otherwise carry on. Crazy wabbits!

JoAnn and her husband caught the dipsticks that cut Jerry's fence down. The guy said that someone who lived there sold that fence to him. RIiiiiiiight! Liar, liar, pants on fire. Anyway, she and Lisa were over again this morning trying to do more cleaning. Her grandson still has not made an appearance to clean more in the back yard. JoAnn still wants to sell the place, but it would cost more to rebuild it than it would be worth. Connie told me that we have a deficit in the housing market in WF. That may very well be since the interest rate is way down and the number of available houses has gone way down as well. Guess folks will consider buying right about now. And a lake location is always popular.

Made rice in the steamer this morning and having it with veggies and some sea bass turned out pretty good for a decent meal. But then snacking on the Nuts.com stuff kinda messed up any appetite for real food this evening. Should go without food at least in the mornings anyway. The insurance company suggests that "elderly" should take up "even a few extra steps" in order to keep in shape. Round is a shape, right!

Sat out in the yard swing and held one of the black-laced Wyandotte's. She was happy to swing with me until Sylvia insisted that her tennis ball needed to be thrown. Then Sylvia brought me the alligator. That poor toy is so beat up. But it will do for a while. She still chews it like a champ. She goes through tennis balls with a vengeance. They just can't quite compete with all those sharp teeth.

The boys were talking today about how well the two dogs minded me. Almost did a double take! But yes, they do go to the kitchen when they know they have to. Sylvia has to talk about it from the other side of the half door, but at least she does not jump on the door.

May actually try to work in the yard a bit tomorrow. Have some grass and weeds that need to be cut or pulled out. Getting up and down several times should be more than enough exercise for the "elderly" to get a pound shifted--that's moved around, not removed!

Does anyone else resent the idea of being "elderly" at our age? To me, elderly meant late 80s and 90s. The ones that got to 100 and past were just meant to be put on a pedestal and appreciated! They have flat lived through some history! And they can have all the salt they want on their food! Or not any at all, by gum! Food should be a pleasure, especially by the time we hit that seventh decade. Yeah, decades sounds better than elderly.

Have some searching to do on my computer for all the documents that need to be handy for the next few lessons. Guess that would be a good project for tonight. Maybe it will keep me out of trouble for a bit.

May you all rest well and awake with purpose. You are loved.