Flashback Friday

 I just came back into the house after feeding and watering Large Marge.  At the age of 7 years old, I am happy to say that for the past few months, she's been giving us one egg a day.  Can't ask for more than that from the old girl. 

Yesterday, I was in the line at the post office to mail a package, and the guy at the window next to me was there to pick up a very important package: a box filled with 6 just-hatched chicks.  You could hear them peeping, much to the delight of everyone in the post office at that time. The clerks and customers all wanted to look in the box at the little fuzzy yellow chicks. I couldn't help but think back to that day back in April of 2017 when I was in his spot at the post office - waiting to pick up my six chicks.  I truly felt like an expectant mother waiting for my chicks.  I drove probably 10 miles an hour home to make sure they made it safe and sound.  

It's hard to believe that we're down to just Large Marge.  But she's still strong and healthy and pretty.  

Update From The Compound

 Once again, there is no peace in the valley.  We still have the rooster to the left of us crowing all day and all night long.  And we have the big German Shepherd to the right of us barking incessantly all day and all night.  I'm thankful for my ear plugs at night. 

Something You Don't See Every Day

 I was waiting to turn in the corner liquor store yesterday to get a bottle of wine for dinner, and as I was waiting to pull into the drive-thru, a guy on a scooter turned in and got in the drive-thru line.  I kept looking at him, and then finally realized it was a childhood friend that lived in the subdivision across the road from us.  He is probably my age now, maybe a year or two younger.  Anyhoo, seeing someone on a scooter in a liquor store drive-thru is definitely something that you don't see every day. 

Apologies

 I apologize for not posting the past few days. There's no real reason, other than whenever I thought about posting I got sidetracked.  

Flashback Friday

 Tomorrow is the annual Thunder Over Louisville - supposedly the world's largest fireworks show and air show. For those of you faithful readers not familiar with this, it is the big kick off for the Kentucky Derby Festival.  For those of you faithful readers that know me well, you will remember how I would get so stressed up on the Friday before Thunder. For quite a few years, some School Friends and I would get to Slugger Field early Saturday morning and go to the Bats baseball game and then enjoy all of the goings on down on the water front until it was time for the fireworks.  

On Thunder eve, I would be stressed over making sure we had plenty of snacks and more importantly beverages to take.  I would also stress over the weather.  I would stress over finding an available parking spot in the lot next to Slugger Field.  And most of all, I would stress as we fought the massive traffic jam getting home after the fireworks ended.  But now I am stress-free. I would guess it's been over ten years since I went to Thunder. And I sure don't miss it at all.  

Thursday Frustration

 For the past two days, I've been dealing with Walgreens about a problem with one of the Old Man's prescriptions.  It too two days and 4 phone calls, but I am happy to report that the issue has been taken care of for now. 

Stay tuned. 

Second Chances

 On my way home from my Bible study today, I took another indirect route to get the Old Man his apple fritter.  As I was waiting at a stoplight to get back on the the Expressway, I noticed a Norton's Medical Transport van in the lane next to me.  This intersection was by a small airport called Bowman Field - where lots of small and private planes come and go.  As I saw the Norton's van, I couldn't help but think - maybe they came from Bowman Field after getting an organ that was flown in from one of the many private planes there, and that organ would give someone a second chance.  I couldn't help but pray that if that was the case, that the person receiving the organ would be healed and have a good life.  And that the family of the person that donated the organ would also have a good life knowing their family member helped someone else to live.