Cooler Weather.

 Cooler Weather.

 

Wore a jacket out to let the girls out of their coops. Just a wee bit later than usual, opened the middle door to discover that the five Marans had already entered the front coop. Hoping it won’t be difficult to get them to roost in there soon as the weather is about to get to freezing once in a while. Have not yet pulled the electric line over there to use for a heater and then for a water bowl that is heated as well. My hens don’t know how lucky they are. Some chickens don’t get heated water bowls and a flat-screen heater in their coop. These little feathered beauties are loved even if their “mother” is a bird brain part of the time.

 

Slept SO hard last night that it felt really good just to wake up. Whatever allowed that good night’s rest should be bottled for those nights when it just doesn’t happen. Even the dogs slept in this morning. And to tell the truth, it seems like it has been a short day even though it is slightly after four in the afternoon.

 

Thought some curtains were coming from Walmart, but they not only did not show up at my doorstep, they have not even shown up on my orders. Go figure! Won’t buy anything from their site again for sure! The kitchen curtains that did come in were not exactly what were expected. The only way that they could really be changed would be to put the valances on top and lower the bottom sections about four to five inches. Just not in the mood to mess with it.

 

Made some cornbread today. Jennifer had to remind me that ONE pan of cornbread would be plenty to make dressing since it will not be necessary to serve seven or eight people. It is so hard to remember not to overdo the ingredients or how many or much to make. Will just be happy if this turkey and dressing turn out good. Also, have a pumpkin pie and a cherry pie ready to go in the oven. The pumpkin pie reminds me of a Thanksgiving luncheon we had at the college. John Van Natta was so proud of himself for remembering to bring a pumpkin pie. He put it in the little fridge. When he took it out, it sort of splashed. We had to tell him that the frozen pie was the kind that had to be BAKED before it could be served. He was totally gobsmacked! But we all got a big kick out of his pie.

 

Sylvia has taken on a new habit. She has finally realized that she can reach things by standing up on her back legs. So, she has now tried to see what is on the deep freeze, the cabinet, the dryer, or anything above her head. Sneaky critter! Will have to be more aware of her abilities now.

 

Thompson had Sylvia’s favorite toy a bit ago, and THAT caused a regular bark fest! She has her favorites, but he could care less. He just picks one up and enjoys infuriating her. Typical male, me thinks. Not sure what she did with the toy, but they are no longer fussing over it. They have been fed and even had another snack. The old woman nuked a chicken pot pie and decided that it would be more sensible to make her own. Do not like that stupid crust they use. Bleah. Would rather have chicken and dumplings or make chicken and rice with veggies the same way it is made for the dogs—but maybe on a smaller scale. A sensible person would just share with the dogs—just not out of the same bowls!

Think there is one last book in the current series that are holding my interest. Then my plan is to try to find something among the movies available. Had the heater on here in the living room this morning and “lost” Sylvia. Looked over to see her cuddled down next to the heater. Told her that when we started watching the TV again, she would have to find a better place. She just gave me one of those looks as if the words were similar to what you hear on the Charlie Brown specials: Wah, wha, wha.

 

All kinds of flowers are coming up in the yard. Yes, they will probably get frost bit soon, but to see them coming up now just makes me smile. The bachelor buttons, blue bonnets, and some wild flowers come up in both the grass and in the cracks between the paving stones leading to the front porch. And the mint has still got the greenest leaves around—not to mention a wonderful smell. Love watching things grow—even the danged weeds. But the irises that Jerry transplanted for me last year look as if they are going to go great guns out on the west end of the house. Never have gone out to see how hard the ground is around the Jerusalem artichokes, but yours truly has no business trying to dig them up anyway. Sigh

 

Have ONE can of cranberry sauce and hope that will do it. Used to make a big pot of fresh cranberry stuff for Thanksgiving, but have not done that in years. Hanan liked the jelly kind—maybe. Not sure. Memory fails me. Yep, Tracy told me the story again. He wanted the kind with the can’s imprint on the bottom. That’s the jelly kind. Funny! Tracy was always sweet to Hanan and got whatever kind he liked.

 

Guess this old woman just needs to see about pulling curtains closed for the evening and seeing if the resident hawk is out there bothering my hens. He is not big enough to kill one—well, maybe not. But he could bother them. Not nice! Will get my critters sorted and rest for the last part of this day. Hoping the night is as restful as the last one.

 

Remember those who lack health and any other support in this world. May God give us His mercy and kindness to share with others in the way we should. May you all be blessed. You are loved.