Sleep Interupted

 Bruce didn’t set his alarm

 back to standard. 

I don’t think he cares. 

He doesn’t crow at sunrise. 

He crows 3-4 hours before. 

Are you kidding me? 

 

It’s dark. 

I’m trying to sleep. 

Bruce, if you are going to

continue going off every

morning before there is

even a crack of dawn, you

are no longer welcome in

our yard. 

You and your harem. 

I don’t hear them making

noise before

the crack of dawn.

 

When Bruce finally

shuts up I hear Jenna

talking to Bonnie – asking if

she needs to go out.   

Bonnie’s tag jingling down

the hall. 

I hear the door open. 

Jenna letting Bonnie out.

What time is it? 

Why are there

so many noises? 

I want to sleep!

 

I got up at 7:00. 

It’s now light enough

outside for me to see. 

That means I could go pick

up Jenna again – at least

until December. 

It gets dark at 5:30 p.m. 

What’s up with that? 

Feels like midnight at 7:00 p.m. 

 

I hate setting the clocks

every six months! 

Why can’t they

 leave us alone?

 

Still tired.

Let the Sunshine In!

 

                The skies are clear and the sun is shining through.  It’s about 54 degrees – 10 degrees warmer than three hours ago.  Looks and feels like a completely different day.

             This morning there was a dingy fog.  Thick. Appearance was not clean.  It felt eerie – mirroring the upcoming election.

            Tomorrow is the last day to vote. Whatever the results there’s going to be tension.  It’s as though the fog was a sign of what’s to come.

             Malitia if Trump should lose the elect

ion.  He will not leave the white house gracefully.  His mindless fans will protect him.  I cannot even grasp the behavior of so many who refuse to see what is right in front of them or hear what words come out from Donald Trump’s mouth.  They’re mesmerized.  I don’t get it.

             If Biden should lose the election – well, we are all doomed.  Perhaps there won’t be the same uproar of militia.  The pain will spread out over the next four years.

 

            I want the view of today to be a message for me to believe that everything will be alright. 

That Hymn Gets Me Every Time

 

          Several years ago when I had served in Young Women’s, the YW president decided that she would like all of the YW to learn a hymn.  The hymn she chose was “I Know That My Redeemer Lives” (here). 

          I had already memorized the hymn though not necessarily on purpose. I am always touched in such a way that my eyes are so moist with tears that the words seem to blur and I can never read the hymn.

          It was the closing hymn chosen for our sacrament meeting.  Perhaps if I had not tried to sing it behind my mask, I would have been okay – though I doubt it.  My eyes leaked and my nose started to run.  It was a newly washed mask! 

Loose Change

 

          Roland and I obviously grew up in different households.  What I accept in faith somehow irritates him – and I’m certain our upbringing has a lot to do with it.

 

For example:

 

          Sometimes when there is change in my pocket and I remove it before I go to bed, I will set it on top of the dresser or desk with intentions of putting it my purse or a bank but then forget about it and he seems to go ballistic that it is out of place and I NEED TO PUT IT AWAY

 

          One of the sibs he grew up with was a thief.  She often allowed all of her sibs to take punishment that she did.

          I, on the other hand, grew up in an environment where we showed love and respect to one another. 

         

          When we were all working at Snelgroves and would come home, Kayla would always take change out of her pocket and leave it on the kitchen table.  It was there when we all went to bed.  It remained when we would get up in the morning.  None of us bothered with it because we each knew that it didn’t belong to us.

 

          I could have never done that with the boys.  Any change on the table would have been gone in a heartbeat.  Sometimes rooms (drawers) would be ransacked as one would hunt for the right amount of change to satisfy whatever petty desire was at hand.

 

          I realize I need to be more careful.  But right now it is 2020.  There are three people in our house.  I think we’re okay with a few pennies here and a few nickels there.  We haven’t had much in the way of foot traffic – even before COVID.

Where Did My Neighborhood Go?

I left the bathroom and

returned to my bed after

my bladder interrupted

my sleep. 

I looked up at the

skylight to see the stars

which I couldn’t find. 

 

Odd that they had

been there the

night before. 

We have had decent weather

– though cold – the

skies have been clear. 

 

Until this morning. 

Thickest fog I have

ever seen since our

move to Oregon. 

I won’t be driving in this.

Not Exactly a Free For All

 

There was frost on

the ground and so

were the chickens. 

I don’t understand the draw. 

 

The roosters have

gotten brave enough

to approach us.

They will look at us

in the same manner as

Bonnie asking,

“Why don’t you feed me?”

 

At least Bonnie has an

excuse to look at us

that way. 

She has been placed

in our care after all.

 

The fowl are all trespassers. 

They are not our responsibility.

I have seen their owners

feed them but evidently we

have better grass, better

bugs, better vittles somehow.

 

The roosters have discovered

the bird seed carelessly

fallen to the ground

knocked over by greedy

birds eating from the bird feeder.

 

Roland thinks it is his

job to feed all of

the stray animals except

for the deer. 

The fowl are welcome

in our yard. 

The deer are not.

 

Right now we don’t

have anything that

the deer would be

interested in.

The fowl are

welcome to eat

all the bugs they want. 

 

The garden food is

for humans.

Other animals are

not to mess with

our garden.

The Temperature Has Dropped . . . Immensely

           My sister had posted a picture of the snow that fell upon the Salt Lake area.  We haven’t had snow.  We haven’t had much in the way of rain. 

          The sun teases us.  It seems to invite us to go outdoors to play.  After all, the skies are beautiful.  The trees are gorgeous with color.  It’s enticing – at least in the afternoon.

           Last month I was leaving the house at 7:00.  I would drive to the church to pick up Jenna.  I could see at 7:00 though it was more of a challenge to leave at that time by the end of the month.

           For most of this month I have not even been able to at 7:30.  I had made arrangements for someone else to bring her home.  Next month we set our clocks back.  Thus it will be even darker.

           The last three mornings brought freezing air – below freezing.  I’m okay with it.  True, I don’t like the biting cold.  But it is better than the scorching heat that we had.

           I wish it would remain a constant temperature all year long.  None of these high and lows that have been brought by Global Warming.   I want to enjoy the fresh moist air without feeling too hot or too cold.