After letting the Mighty Dachshund pee, I turned her on her back in the grass and trimmed her toe-nails. She acted like she was being murdered, but at a much lower decibel level than elsewhere. The grass seems to have a calming effect on her. While she was little, I suspect someone trimmed her nails to the quick and hurt her, thus causing the difficulty we have now.
I sat in the swing a while with her at my feet. A few farms to the south, I heard the mournful lowing of cows and calves separated for weaning. Another farm to the north never experiences such sounds, for the owners there wean “by the moon,’ and it seems to work.
The woods were quiet for several minutes, but then some crows moved in, with their raucous chatter about whatever crows have to talk about. Maybe they’re discussing which oaks have the best acorns; there’s a bumper crop this year. When the wind blows the tree limbs, our roof sounds like a hail storm is starting. At windless times, it’s more like the withering fire of a small military skirmish.
Across the road on a diagonal, and through a corner of woods, I saw the white pickup pull into the little family plot where the driver’s aunt, uncle and grandparents are buried. It was soon evident that he was doing a little mowing and trimming. Since I heard voices, I assumed that he had a helper.
It wasn’t yet time for the rush-to-church crowd, so the traffic was light. I’m sorry to say that I don’t miss the morning rush to get ready. I always thought they should hold church in the afternoon, after everyone has filled their bellies and aren’t sitting there wishing the preacher would shut-up so they could go eat. You know, it always intrigued me how so many Christians would belittle anyone who worked on Sunday, yet so many would go out to eat that day.
About an hour later, we took the dog to McDonalds and got us and her some late breakfast. The burritos were rather puny; they must have been made by some little girl, or a manager. If you want decent-sized portions, try to get food made by a guy or overweight girl, THEY know how to eat! Managers, though, try to make things as cheaply as possible, while little girls are always dieting, and assume that you are, too.
My computer needed charged, so I left it at home today when we went the Chinese Emporium. I took my Bible instead. I hadn’t been reading it enough, even before I got my job. I simply don’t have time for anything anymore, it seems. Since it was the 21st day of the month, I read the 21st Psalm and the 21st Chapter of Proverbs. It’s a habit that I picked up after doing some reading over at Perpetual Proverbs. After some reading and thought, I napped a little until my wife called and told me to come up to the door and get her.
We’d planned to go for a ride later, but I had a headache and my wife’s shopping had tired her out, so we stayed home and rested instead. Tomorrow, it’s back to work, so that means early to bed tonight. It’s raining as I type this, so maybe I’ll be lucky and get a day’s break from the dirt job. Then again, the dozer man may just skim off the mud on the haul road and put us to work anyway. Either way, I’ll be getting paid, so I won’t complain.
I hope you all have a good week; I plan to! © 2014