Saturday, June 29, 2013

I headed into my son's room today and got out his guitar that his grandpa gave him a couple of years ago.  It hasn't even been used.  It's a brand new guitar with the tags still hanging off of it.  I haven't played since i was a teenager and I wanted to see if I could remember the chords.  I could only remember g and c, I had to look up the rest of the basic chords, which do not include the minors and pluses.

I was actually quite pleased with myself at how fast I picked chords back up.

I just got back from being outside - standing there just watering plants. I began sweating profusely about 5 minutes after being out there.  It is darn hot and no-one is going to tell me anything different (though a couple have tried telling me wherever they are is much hotter, yeah if you're in the Sahara!).  There are certain plants out there that cannot handle this kind of heat without having daily waterings and that's what I was doing.

I was also attempting to catch my 12 inch white and black butterfly Koi in the in-ground pond.  He is too big for that pond and would be much happier in the horse trough pond, but I couldn't catch him!  There are too many hiding places where the net simply won't go.  I will keep trying, though, until I catch him.

Eddie - neighborhood teenager that walks my dogs - just stopped by.  Nope.  No dog walking today.  I am not having Great Danes out there in 120 heat.  Their paws will get too hot and they will get overheated quickly.  Recipe for death/disaster.  The proof was in the pudding: usually when he comes in they get all excited and start tromping about. Today? All 3 of them just laid there, staring at him.  They aren't quite THAT stupid!!  They were outside earlier and didn't want anything to do with it.  It's hot and large dogs simply can't deal with it.


Long interlude.  My ex FB'd me and said $450 more had come in for Caleb for his stint in Hawaii.  I think it's about halfway to the needed amount now with a couple months or so left to go, though I have no idea when they actually have to have that money in by.

And then a friend I have known since I was a teenager calls and tells me her 17 year old son is fighting and arguing with her (single mom) and can I help her deal with him?  ???  How, exactly, am I supposed to deal with someone else's kid?, I am thinking, but she starts to explain that there are no men in his life and she wants that kind of influence.  I've got to pray about that and get some guidance I think.

Speaking of prayer, prayer meeting last night was awesome!

Well whatever, I'm done with this one, it's getting late (my version of it anyway) and I need to get some sleep.

ben

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