Another Day in Paradise.

 Another Day in Paradise.

 

Just came back from picking up the groceries ordered from Market Street. A good reason for having things delivered is the back-and-forth walking from the truck to the house, and then from the parking place down on the east lot to the house. Then cooking up the five-pound package of ground beef (the cheaper, 73% stuff) to make more dog food. Watching to be sure the rice cooker did not splatter all over the counter, putting two six-pound chickens in the oven to cook, cleaning up a few dishes, tying up the plastic bags to use in the bathroom for trash, putting six packages of either ground chicken or ground turkey in the freezer to cook later—and finally, sitting down to see what the insurance company said. Have rooted through the files to see what article X—Conditions 7a. said about my duties after loss. Think that one is squared away already. Such fun. And the check came today. So there’s that. And yes, an old woman is tired and hurting. But still have to mix up the rice, the sweet potatoes, the hominy, the carrots with peas, and the corn for dog food before putting the results in plastic bags.

 

Cari’s mom gave me some sweet potatoes, but they did not last very long. Dogs are not the only ones that like those things! But still bought some cans of sweet potato. Should have been pumpkin, but that stuff is rather expensive. Need to find a farmer who has lots of pumpkins left over. Cows eat those things, however. Also bought two heads of cabbage. No, not for the old woman. These birds are spoiled almost as bad as the dogs. Last night they even had a heater on in their coop. But the grass was covered in frost this morning, too!

 

Looking on FB at some of the pictures and thinking about what Sterling said about some of the kids in the family made me ask at least one of them what she thought about living in the house where the Kennedys lived years ago. Sterling’s friend Carl had been living there and just recently died. Guess the timing was just about right since the kids had not been able to find the right place to live before that. Now they have a good place for car, truck, trailer, horse, etc. Hope the big trees out in the pig lot are still there. That was such a good place for a horse after Granddad got rid of the pigs. He got rid of the pigs because they kept eating anything that got inside that pen. Cats, kittens, puppies, kids—the goat kind, and anything that did not move fast enough. Did you know that a pig can go at least 30 mph for a short distance? Those suckers are faster than greased lightning!

 

Thinking that a short nap might be called for. Not sure that would help the back, but it couldn’t hurt anything. Might have to struggle with keeping Sylvia off my fuzzy, wuzzy blanket, but she can be persuaded to move on occasion. Good thing my dogs are semi-obedient.

 

Looking forward to hearing from my kids this weekend. They will be tired—at least the ones that have to fly home. But home is where the hearts are happy. My heart is happy right here on top of Dickerson Hill. May your heart find gladness wherever you are.

 

Rest and find joy in life. You are loved.