My Ratters!

 My Ratters!

 

Was in the kitchen sitting down to eat some warmed up King Ranch casserole leftovers when it occurred to me that only ONE dog was in there begging. Sylvia was NOT in the house—looked in each room. Went outside and called her. Finally found her in the hen coop trying to get at a rat. Thompson said that he would be happy to help her, but all they did was wiggle, whine, dig, and otherwise behave as if frustration were the only answer to any question. Poor babies. They can SMELL those rotten critters! Just give them half a chance and it will be a dead rat!

 

Took down two of the snap traps—one off the neighbor’s fence and one off the wall inside the long coop. Have to re-bait them with bacon that is fresh enough to entice the nasty rats. The peanut butter has pretty much stopped working, it seems. Will have to try more peanut butter on the water trap that Lance made. We will see if it can be used on a shelf where one rat seems to hide out. Can’t put it on the floor due to the stinkin’ fire ants.

 

Today has been relatively quiet around here. Just reading and getting a little bit done at a time. Changed the sheets on my bed, cleaned up the living room, and stripped the covers off the couch and washed them. That is pretty much a chore all by itself, but it was beginning to smell like dog in here, so it really needed to be done. Don’t really want to give the dogs a bath right now. They seem to be doing just a bit better with the allergy problems, but no sense in stirring up problems. Am pretty sure that the Wham formula would not cause them to itch, but the hydrocortisone wipes can only cover so much dog before my hands give out. Guess maybe a paper towel soaked in the stuff might work better than these little wipers. Just wish allergies were not such a problem for ALL of us—people and critters alike!

 

Watching Jennifer’s trail of Life 360 reminds me that each state has a couple of places that are named not unlike places in OTHER states—Paris is familiar, is it not? Then there are the creeks and roads that have such amusing names: Sockless Creek! Giggling about that one and figuring that it had a good reason for earning that name. Grandmother Pollard grew up on Frog Creek in Clay County. Wonder if any other state has a Frog Creek.

 

Did some reading about neuropathy and discovered that may be the reason the old woman is so wobbly. Lack of coordination comes along with the numbness in the feet. It is pretty disgusting that the folks at the physical therapy place thought that there was nothing wrong with me because I was so limber and able to walk well part of the time and leaned at angles part of the time. Well, duh. Now we know why. Nevermind the torn discs or the pinched nerves. Oh well. No biggie. Never have given a rat’s patootie about what people thought about me anyway. No sense starting now. Just wish it were possible to think that all of this mess will get better so that the things that could be accomplished before could be done again. Miss pulling weeds and digging in the dirt!

 

Just noticed that another state has a Big Sandy. Then also noticed that Jenn and her friends will be going east of where Dutch Henry and his wife live in West Virginia. Judie Brunson sat down with Dutch while we were at their house and talked books with Dutch. His wife Robin was busy with a business back then of arranging for conferences for different companies. Not sure if she is still doing that or not. Know Dutch is still writing books centered on what his old dog expressed on his “travels.” Kinda neat to read about Saturday’s adventures. Bought some of the books for my niece’s boys. Not sure if they ever read them, but got them for them anyway. Anyway, by tonight Jenn and her friends should be in Virginia at Uncle Paul’s house. The trip aims at Maine and the woods up there, so will be praying for decent weather for them.

 

Read on FB this morning that Mariellen Rose will be going to Houston’s M.D. Anderson hospital for chemo as soon as they beat the pneumonia. Let’s remember not only Mariellen, but her family as well. Hospitals are wonderful for what they can accomplish, but they are also very draining on energy for the entire family. Have not read anything further about Kathy Jarlsburg, but we can hope that the doctors have allowed her to go home to rest up. She, too, has leukemia. Her husband writes some satirical stuff about politics that makes me shake my head and sometimes even laugh. Might as well laugh, ya know.

 

Really about as dumb as a rock tonight. Plan to finish this book and maybe even start another one. Sometimes it makes me feel pretty good to realize that understanding family turmoil is something that just pretty much goes around in every family out there. Praise God that He showed us that even Christ’s family thought that Jesus was a bit off.

 

Hope all of you are enjoying Keith Mattson’s photos and comments. He never really tells us much about himself, but maybe you get plenty of that from this particular part of the blog. Such is life.

 

Rest well and enjoy the small things that can please you. Sometimes the small things are more important than all the big events in life. You are loved.