Soup and Other Situations.

 Soup and Other Situations.

 

Mom always put things in her soup by the hands full and even cleaned out the fridge in order to make use of everything we had not eaten to suit her. She never measured anything. My sister-in-law said her mom did the same thing. Just whatever was there was used up. Do you have any idea how difficult it can be to make soup for ONE person? My grandson said it is only a matter of reducing the amount of ingredients by half or even one-third. Right. It takes a few potatoes, some celery sticks, a couple of onions, some meat—in this case six sausage patties—and then seasoning—salt and white pepper and a sprig of basil. Each bowl gets a bit of clamato poured in just to flavor it a bit. Not too fond of tomatoes in my soup right now. Mom’s soup always had lots of tomatoes for some reason. Oh well. Now the leftover soup will have to go in containers and either be eaten later or frozen. And potatoes just don’t do well when thawed out that way. Just my opinion. And Patty didn’t want any soup. Sigh

 

Collected two more healthy looking rats to throw in the trash bin today. The dogs haven’t caught the one that keeps getting in the little coop under the lowest shelf. But they already got two down there, so eventually it will either die by dog or by trap. Not sure which is eating the most feed—the hens, the doves, or the rats!

 

Have an 8:30 appointment with Dr. White tomorrow to see if my eyes look to suit her. Would just be happy if reading with both eyes at the same time worked out a bit better. Can see off in the distance just about as well as ever, but determining license plate letters is not happening. Oh well. Not like it matters what license plates say.

 

Some friends of mine have decided to sell off a bunch of hens. They have too many. Can figure that selling eggs—or even giving them away—is not going to pay for that feed that is getting more and more expensive. The price has almost doubled in the past few months. No one is going to pay six bucks for eggs to pay for the feed. The hens out in my back yard are going to be there as long as this old woman can afford to feed them, but no more chicks are going to be raised. If these hens last as long as the ten-year-old hen that Michelle Malay told me about, we may have to find a source of grasshoppers!

 

My sister-in-law said that she would come up and take me to the hospital for this back puncture when it was time. That was a relief since Connie is not sure that she will be available. And guess who does not really want to go driving after that situation. Don’t think WF even has taxi service any longer. It reminds me of a lady in Scotland—out in the islands off of Scotland—who ends up needing a ferry or an ambulance every so often. She has been so blessed that folks there know her and will accommodate her needs so very sweetly. Aran must be a small place to hear Lynn write about it, but it also sounds as if it is very isolated. Just about every place in Texas feels isolated to some degree. Miles and miles of space with not much in between.

 

Snoop, the dog that my son found for my sister-in-law, has been ill. She really loves that dog, so let’s hope that the vet can figure out what is wrong and can help him. We get so attached to these critters and depend on them in so many ways. They are company and a source of nonjudgmental love.

 

Just had to go out and close the lid on the trash bin. It was going clunk, clunk in the wind and sounding as if someone were nearby. The dogs don’t like noises any more than yours truly.

 

Have a small amount of Jolly Rancher candies left over from a large container bought some months ago. When we were children, we were not allowed to have sticky candies that could mess up our teeth—not that it helped a whole lot. Anyway, these are mighty fine once in a while. Just not terribly sweet and mighty flavorful. It seems strange to buy candy like this. No children around to hand it out to and no one who can’t have it because it has sugar in it. Getting spoiled in my old age.

 

Downloaded another bunch of books to my Kindle today. My grandson Reece told me not to read one he had downloaded. Too violent for his grandmother! So glad the grands understand this old woman. Love them to pieces!

 

Really about as dumb as dirt. Saw that my friend Carol has been in the hospital for a few days. Will ask for prayers for her. Not sure exactly what is wrong, but it won’t hurt to pray for her. Then Stephen is going in Tuesday for major back surgery in Dallas. Please pray for him. He needs to be able to get back on his feet and be able to do at least a bit at home. They have livestock and lots of things that need his direction and help. Then please pray for Keith Mattson and his friend Carole. Not sure of the circumstances, but we don’t have to know everything for God to know we care.

 

Let us pray for common sense among those in government and among those who are in positions of authority. Let us be gentle with those who do not agree with us and forgiving of those who berate us or our opinions. Life goes on whether or not others like us or agree with us.

 

Rest and Be Grateful. You are loved.