Friday, January 24, 2014

10

10 degrees outside. 69 degrees inside the house.

All the farm animals are fed and fresh warm water hauled to the buckets. Sun is out, so they are all out in it right now. Cats still in the barn, all warm and toasty. Only supposed to be 20 today.

If anyone EVER hears me say I am too hot this summer, please feel free to smack the crap outta me.

I'm staying inside today. Drinking coffee. Making bread. Kombucha tea. I need to clean out the fridge, see what's in there. Cook some  good food for us. We've eaten out 2 days in a row, so I need to get back to home cooked food.

Tiny's right ankle looked pretty good this morning. Only changed the rolled bandage and socks. Blood pressure was 199/97. Back on all his meds now that we got prescriptions refilled.

This is my kitchen door this morning. We had just let the dogs out. This is Bubba at the kitchen door. It's frozen. So is he. It is now 71 in the dining room where the thermostat is. Y'all stay warm! (And dogs are back inside.)

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Husband update.

We went to the wound doctor this morning. He had a staph infection. The antibiotics are working though. The right ankle looks lots better today. They are going to check with insurance to see if they can do a graft next time to speed this thing up. I sure hope they can. Seems like they would agree to it because it would help the time it takes to get better. As it is now, we go there every week. If this helps speed up the healing, I would think they'd agree to it.

We were gone all day and got home at 5. Again. Same yesterday. Went to get the stitches out of his left arm from the surgery 2 weeks ago. Doctor wanted to cut out some more on the same arm, but still wasn't sure where. So Tiny said nope, no more for him. I can't blame him. It sure did mess him up for a few weeks.

So when we got home, the first thing we do is check the fire. It was almost out. The central heater has been on since. We did get the fire going, but it's just too darn cold to heat up any. And the darn central just blows out cold air, that we have to pay for. Makes me mad. And it's supposed to be about 10 tonight. I am not going anywhere else til spring. Plus having to run out and haul water to all the animals because the water buckets are all frozen solid. And feed hay.

I had to put all the cats in the "barn" next door. It's our little house, where I store hay. It has a kitchen and bathroom so we have to keep a heater on when it gets cold. And 3 of the cats got sick a few weeks ago when it got to 4 2 nights in a row, Poor Gilbert was so sick for about 5 days I thought she was going to die. And little Sybil was sick a few days too. So I put them all in the barn a few nights ago. Just left them in all day today since it was so cold. Poor cats. They're all over 10 years old.

Yesterday, we went to O'Charlies for a late lunch-early dinner. Tiny got a rib-eye steak. He always gets sirloins and they are always tough and he's so pitiful trying to eat the darn things. Never complains. So I told him to get a good steak. Even the cook came out to see how it was. It was marbled really nice and I could tell it was really tender. He did enjoy that steak. So no more tough old sirloin for him anymore.

I am just rambling now. I am trying to not spend so much time on this computer. I had thought about just turning it off but I'll try it this way for now.

Thank you all for your prayers for my husband. It really does mean a lot and it does help.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

These chickens


These chickens are all about work. I thought of those little Face Book funnies, where someone says something like "people be like..." I made some for the chickens.


This one is: Chickens be like, we don't have time to eat. We're late for work!



And this one is: Hens be like, let us out of here woman! We're late for work!


Even though there is a nester box in the coop, these hens will jump out of the coop as soon as I open the door, and they run as fast as they can next door to the other nest boxes to lay their eggs. They don'y even stop to eat. They are true working girls, these hens! I just thought this was funny.