A Banana Pudding Day!

 A Banana Pudding Day!

 

Some foods are just meant to help us relax. Banana pudding is one of those foods. No cookies needed in the bowl either! Just flavored banana pudding with fresh bananas sliced up in there. Yep, if you can’t relax with banana pudding, ya got problems.

 

My exercise for the day (other than feeding and watering the hens) has been to wave at the trash man and pull my bin back over here to my yard. Have not even taken Patty’s down to her house yet. It’s hot outside, ya know.

 

My bodily barometer or whatever the thing is has been telling me that the weather changed and is still changing. That was the left knee and the right hip on that one. Connie told me this morning that her entire body aches. Now how is a person supposed to know what to expect unless only two or three body parts hurt at a time! After all, if the entire body aches, it is either flu or a tsunami!

 

Some allergy chews came today. Holding my breath to see if they help. At least Thompson was quite willing to eat them. But he has also had two Benadryl tablets. However, it may be worth it because he is not chewing on or scratching himself. He is such a sweet old boy. When Sylvia is trying to help me through a panic attack, he will stand back and watch us and bark encouragement. Seems like he is telling her how to get it done!

 

Talked to my cousin Eba this morning. She was semi-relaxed because she did not have to take her mother to the doctor until the afternoon. She explained how much time that required: 30 minutes to go to the place where Mom lives; fifteen minutes to get Mom in the car; 30 minutes to the doctor’s office—must be 15 minutes early or lose appointment—FOUR minutes in office seeing doctor; 15 minutes to get Mom back to car; 30 minutes to care center; 15 minutes to get Mom back inside; 30 minutes to get back home. And she has multiple doctors to see plus a wound care rehab place for the wound that her primary care doctor had no idea how to treat!! Good grief, Gertrude! Even this ol’ woman has dressed motorcycle gravel burns, major burns, plenty of infected toes, cut hands, and other types of wound care. That doctor needs some real-life practice!

 

Haven’t gone back out to look, but only picked up two eggs earlier. Have four hens dropping feathers left, right, and in between. Molting hens are not nearly as hard to live with as broody hens though. These old girls just duck their heads and scatter. Not sure if the pecking order got adjusted or what.

 

Pretty sure that several people are thrilled that this is Friday. Not having to set the alarm tonight is special if it gets you up five days a week. My alarm is very uncertain. Lights, sounds, snores (mine or Thompson’s) and just bodily demands: these are the alarm replacements of old age. Not griping, however. Enjoy being able to go back in there and take a short nap whenever. Ah, Life!

 

Not only dumb as a rock, but almost as hard headed: Will ask you to pray for the wife of Stilton Jarlsburg. Kathy has leukemia, and they are not young pups. So far, the doctor is hoping that she will make it. But your prayers surely would make them feel better. And it is good practice for being grateful for our own health. Talking to Kim—used to be Patsy—about healing and getting a new knee to work. Our blessings include all the things medical science can do for us. Let us give thanks.

 

Rest and look for all joy! You are loved.