Pickup Truck Confusion.

 Pickup Truck Confusion.

 

Yes, some of us are easily confused. Jennifer says the apple does not fall from the tree. Hmm. So, the young man from Fedup came today and asked: You have a pickup? Looking down in the direction of my driveway and wondering why he was talking about my truck, it occurred to me that he was wanting to pick up a package. OH! Well, so the confusion was eliminated on this end by a phone call to Jennifer. Told to not worry about it and to leave it to Lance to deal with this weekend, the old woman who lives here felt somewhat relieved. Shaking my head and feeling pretty silly.

 

So, reading the JP [Jerusalem Post] and found that the scientists in Israel have found multiple current drugs used for other purposes—including drugs that were developed for arthritis—that can be used against Covid. And they are remarkably useful against the variants. Amazing, isn’t it, that current drugs were able to fight the infection but had not been tried because of all the furor over an inoculation to prevent the infection! Sometimes it seems pretty obvious that things are being manipulated for whatever reason. Disgusting, too.

 

Do you ever find yourself thinking about someone and just have to give that person a call? Well, that happens every so often around here when someone does not call or it feels as if the person might need to have a conversation about dogs, hens, grass growing, or other particulars. So, a message got left on my friend’s answering machine this evening. And no, it was not BillyeRuth this time.

 

Think the doctors taking care of Jacob have managed to get his body to respond to the antibiotic that will kill this staph infection. Please continue to pray for Jacob, his mom Rachelle, and his daddy Danny Pollard. This has to be hard on all of them. And your prayers DO make a difference.

 

Did not cook anything again today. Just not interested in cooking or even defrosting something. Had a bowl of cereal that was actually supposed to be some kind of lemon/blueberry granola stuff. Wasn’t bad. Lots of chewing involved, however. The cucumber pieces with ranch dip gave me indigestion later, so won’t do that again. Seriously not worth the trouble of cutting up the cucumbers. Oh well. Probably should have used vinegar and garlic or something along those lines.

 

Have started reading a new detective series of books. So far, the one currently has kept me interested. It is amazing what one can learn from books about things that interest us. Finding someone or discovering their legal status has never been all that important to me, but some strange circumstances might just make those facts more germane someday in the future. Kinda hope it is never necessary to find anyone who matters to me.

 

Should have enough eggs saved up by Saturday to keep the kids in eggs for a couple of weeks. The hens do a pretty good job of filling up the nests about every other day. And yes, the little Copper Maran is still broody. Silly hen. And Athena speaks to me every time she sees me. Not certain just what is being said, but it sounds an awfully lot like grumbling to me. She and Rhoady cuddle up together every night—excluding poor Isa—but she never lays an egg. Meanwhile, Isa lays those eggs like clockwork! Kinda think we can say that the Campine breed is not nearly as prolific as my little ISA.

 

Have misplaced the comb used to remove the excess hair on these dogs. But we know where all the excess hair ends up, don’t we! Currently, Sylvia is scratching her back on the couch and dragging her belly across it, too. Then she looks over at me and wags her tail. Yep, she knows she is scratching off excess hair! Sigh

 

Had a hot tub soak a bit ago to try to relax the sore muscles. This being sore is just irritating as all get out. But maybe the PT has done some good. Even though my feet are still numb, the pain in my backside is not as bad as it was. Read online this afternoon that Olga’s son-in-law had had back surgery and can already feel his legs now. So maybe some answers are out there! Just going to hang in there and keep going to PT and exercising for the time being. You will just have to pardon my griping.

 

Each day is a gift to us. A new morning and more reasons to be grateful greet us. So tonight you must look forward to another night that gives us rest before we open the gift of another day. Rest well, my friends, and know: you are loved.