Another Day in Paradise!

 Another Day in Paradise!

 

The big bathroom, my bedroom, the hall, and the old office mopped—then the bathroom floor RE-mopped after both dogs had a bath. WHY did it get mopped before? Well, duh. Some of us just don’t plan things out very well. Such is life.

 

Went by Market Street and picked up some water, some veggies, and the particular brand of dish soap that Wham said to use on my dogs. It smells delicious at least. Neither dog fusses about getting a bath, but Thompson does not need to be helped into the tub. Sylvia—well, first lift the front end, then lift the back end, then turn her around to suit the situation. Love these critters!

 

Gave the hens a head of fresh cabbage and am timing it to see how long it takes them to eat it to the bottom. They get really carried away by fresh stuff like that. But it is almost as much fun to feed them funny things as to watch the dogs take apart one of their toys! Dog treats and hen treats—just a wee bit of difference in price there!

 

My neighbor just got home with her two clean and toe-nail clipped dogs. Her friend Debbie took her and the dogs earlier this morning to Western Hills. Bet the vet did not end up soaking wet when those two little critters got bathed. Right now, my tee shirt is soaking wet. My glasses seem a bit streaked, too. Oh well. The smell is worth it.

 

The dog pool is clean and fresh; and the hen water is clean for the time being until the stinking wild birds come take baths and dip their food in the bowls. Guess it should please me to give them water when they need it.

 

Talk about thirsty! Coming back from over off Kell, thought one of the water packages was going to have to be opened for a great big drink. But stopped at my least favorite McDs and got a large Dr Pepper. It will probably keep me awake tonight, but it just absolutely hit the spot! Can’t think of anything that needs to be done tonight around here, so will just read or watch movies if sleep evades the old body. At least my mind is not upset currently. That helps to relax when nothing is bubbling around in the overhead cauldron. Ahem

 

Patty called around 9:30 this morning and was so happy. It seems our mailboxes will be here tomorrow! She was so happy because DG and his wife Michelle will be here Saturday and can put them together for us. That means that yours truly needs to go get the bags of sand Friday. Not sure if two bags will do it, but if not, will go get some more. SO happy to have our mail delivered here instead of having to drive a block over on dead-end streets. It probably sounds a bit silly to anyone who does not understand the situation, but Patty understands exactly. As do both doctors. Her lung doctor has to write letters for his patients quite often according to the nurse. Had not even considered how often that must happen. So often we see folks carrying around their oxygen supply when they have to go out. That probably means that they have to keep the amount of time limited to the supply in the little bottle. Wow. Life can be a bit much for some folks.

 

Just let a young couple know that JoAnn’s nephew is not supposed to be in Jerry’s house. They knew Jerry was dead, but it won’t keep people from looking for Nicky. Maybe eventually there will be an answer for that situation.

 

The broody Maran must have changed her attitude or something because she has not been on a nest today. Now there is a Black-laced Wyandotte out there sitting—just sitting. She is not making broody noises or squawking when disturbed, so maybe she is just taking time to lay her egg. Here’s hoping.

 

The McDs on my way home was advertising for hired help at $10 an hour. That may not be great, but it beats minimum wage—although minimum wage may be close to that now. Not sure. Have not worked for hourly wages in years. We used to laugh about wages when we were teachers because the hours put in divided by the salary never came anywhere near what it should have been had we been working by the hour. Lessons were never as simple as just telling students what to write or which pages to read. Nope, life is never as simple as it seems to the ones who get the results of others’ work.

 

Have about two tablespoons of apple butter left that Cindy Jones brought to me. She assured me that apple butter made by her son-in-law was much better, but the kind in my fridge is the best kind—that which is there already! Mother-in-law made apple butter years ago, and it was the best in the West! She also made chow chow that was so good that it made a person want to cook pinto beans just to have an excuse to eat the other stuff! Have sweet onions to cook for tomorrow. Thinking that some cornbread and onions would be good. Maybe a can of pinto beans or something to go with it. Hmm. You might think hunger has struck to read this mess!

 

Well, about as dumb as a rock this evening. Definitely have not looked for any “news” that will upset the world or even the hens. Will just tell you what you already know—we are so very blessed. Let us remember to pray for those who mourn, those who suffer, and those who need God’s loving rescue.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.