MORE Wind, Again!

 MORE Wind, Again!

 

Thought it was a good time to get this written and posted before the wind hits. It is supposed to be up to 55 mph again this evening. Did not check the rain gauge, but it will undoubtedly float a skeeter or two. Just hoping the thing on top of the roof for the internet relay does not get blown away or even blown off kilter.

 

Connie drove me to the doctor’s office this morning. She is a lot of help, but she is especially good at asking questions and remembering stuff. Anyway, the doctor said he makes a living poking people with needles. Sitting here laughing. Remind me after the first bit and see how it goes later.

 

We had planned on going to Market Street for breakfast, but before we even got out of the parking lot, we changed our minds to IHOP. Feel like it is better not to go wobbling off across a dining room with a tray or drinks. A waitress at IHOP got the ten percent discount that they give seniors as her tip, so that is a positive. And we were both happy with the poblano pepper omelets. Super! Connie wouldn’t take any fresh eggs home with her because she let the last dozen she bought at Market Street get old and ready to be thrown out. Oh well.

 

My goofy brother called today. He reminded me of some of the things he has done. He got to take piano lessons long before little sister could do much more than get the board up off the keys. He said he has forgotten how to read music, but he could always play by ear. It was not until the 80s when we had a piano here at the house that yours truly finally figured out how the chords go with the melody. No, no reading music here either unless it is a painstaking process—but mostly listening to the sounds. Oh well. Sterling played a guitar, a French harp, a piano, and probably something else besides his whistle. Only the radio and record player caused noises in my room. Some folks are just talented.

 

Moved the baskets the Black-laced Wyandottes have been sitting in each night. Those baskets now reside in the front coop. Tonight an old woman will put on her head lamp and go pick up one hen at a time after the little door is closed between the two coops. Each hen will be placed on the shelf either in or near one of those baskets. This same process will be repeated ad nauseum until those silly hens start going to the “right” coop each night. Then the Marans will get their turn. Big ol’ grin on my face. Tonight, the hens will have a small lamp in there with them so that they can see their feet. It helps them to adjust to their new digs.

 

Talked to Jennifer a bit ago. They all went to get their booster shot. It took Reece all of 30 minutes to get sick. Jennifer said the directions said to eat something before coming to get the shot. She had coffee after the shot. Her balance left forthwith! Thinking she should eat a few things to stop feeling loopy, she sat down on the floor by the vending machine while David was filling it and asked for chips. One of the other employees walked by and said that he had not seen a sit-down demonstration in forty years! Not sure my children actually ever saw anything of that nature. They have probably heard about those demonstrations, however. During the 60s, it seemed as if the entire country was sitting down or marching or something unrelated to normal work. The farmers mostly just kept praying for rain and no bugs. The ranchers watched to see if the cattle needed to be moved from one over-grazed pasture to one slightly less over grazed. The teachers—for the most part—kept their noses to the grindstone and kept sloughing away. Not many adults had time for demonstrations unless it was Betty Brown, Faye Lion, and Thelma Camp Pollard and the Home Demonstration Club! Such fun! Oh! growing up was truly interesting.

 

The sons of Mariellen Rose have said that she is about to undergo major chemo. Let’s pray that it does no lasting harm and that God will bless her and her family with peace and healing. Kathy Jarlberg is also going to begin some chemo for her leukemia. She does get to come home part of the time, however. Her husband did not realize that he had the capability to be a nurse, but he certainly has a loving attitude toward her. That is half the battle.

 

It pays part of the time to stay off of any news channels—well, unless it is a weather channel. Our attitudes shift with the weather, of course, but they can also become nasty around the edges if we watch much of anything called “news.” And just about any talk show today would have failed the moral standards back in the 50s. SO glad my parents drug me to church every week! We were not rich in money, but we were so very blessed. And those “we can” attitudes started back there. We did not have cell phones, each person his or her own car, instant anything, “fast” food, or any number of other things young people never knew or will ever understand. That’s ok. It was a good life.

 

Don’t know enough to bother to remember what might have been forgotten. Or something like that. Just thought about the old sheriff’s wife in Petrolia, Mrs. Jeff Donalds. She would babysit for Mom. Mrs. D had this sign over her bed: Willyaquityerbellyachin! Believe it or not, eventually it made sense to me! So don’t ya spend a lot of time bellyachin’.

 

Rest and be happy. You are loved.