Contingencies.

 Contingencies.

 

It is never a bad idea to have your neighbors’ contact numbers just in case. Life does tend to happen. As my friend BR might tell you, some of us will even call a kid if an old woman does not answer her phone after several tries. Anyway, just got back from the Andersons’ place and now have a couple of numbers that can be contacted just in case it ever happens to be needed. Know that Donny and Patty had—have—Jennifer’s number. Guess it would do to be sure later.

 

PT was much easier today. The tech in charge of torture took out two of the really tough exercises. Not sure if she did that because yours truly is such a wuss or if she just did not like the expression on my face. Whichever, it was not too bad today.

 

Spent about an hour early this morning pulling sticker weeds from inside the east pasture and alongside the fence next to the road. Filled up half a grocery bag with just sticker stems! Hate those things! But at least most of the time those things can be eliminated. Khaki weed is an entirely different matter. Don’t think there is a weed killer out there that can get rid of that horrible stuff. Will have to talk to Jim Jackson again about what to do about them. Hate to pay the company prices, but if they can get rid of that stuff over my entire place, that would help.

 

DG, Donny’s son, will be at the hospital in the morning with whatever family intends to be there. Patty said she just can’t handle it, so someone will be here with her. They will have a chaplain to say a prayer before disconnecting, and that may help them, even if Donny would have scoffed at them. Patty said this is one time he can’t stand up and fuss at anyone about what they are doing. Nodding my head and thinking about his attitude. He has always been a character.

 

My dogs sniff me up one side and down the other when my clothes smell like Rudy and Roxie. Cheating old woman! But then, Donny said that his dogs did the same thing when he came up here and Sylvia and Thompson got their smell on him. Dogs’ noses are very sensitive. It’s probably a good thing that ours are not. Cigarette smoke is about enough to knock a person’s olfactory glands out of kilter! That or skunk! About the same, actually.

 

Made a few sarcastically seasoned eggs. Shared with the dogs and now yours truly has indigestion. Should know better, right? It’s after six, after all. Evenings are not meant to be snack times, despite the inclinations to seek out crunchies or something sweet like ice cream. Evenings used to be Lewis’ favorite time of the day to have ice cream. Even sugar free can be pretty good if a person is kinda hungry. Oh well. There’s always Tums.

 

Am praying tonight for my sister-by-another mother, Sharon. She has some issues that she is hoping to resolve tomorrow. Besides the sorrow she endures from the loss of her police officer son, she also has the same kind of back problems as the old woman. Her doctor finally gave her some pain meds. Maybe he will eventually put her on this gabapentin or something similar that will work for her. Anyway, tomorrow she has a meeting that should resolve some questions and provide some answers about her family situation. Everyone eventually has to settle things that cause internal struggles. No matter the problems we have, they are not uncommon to man—woman.

 

Let us pray for peace tonight. Life is too short to suffer fools gladly or to let things bother us unduly. May we look to God the Father with gratitude and gladness in life’s joys. Rest well, my friends. You are loved.