Farm visitors, Victoria, chicken question, real mommy

Mama invited two young ladies from our church to go to the farm with us. Since it will only be a couple nights, it seemed a perfect opportunity. We did not leave Amarillo until about 4:30 p.m. so we did not arrive in Bowie until almost 10:00 p.m. Needless to say I had a very short night. The sisters rode with Victoria for the entire trip and they all seemed to have a good time. One of the sisters, the elder, is an entertaining yakker, the younger is very quiet.


Victoria registered a complaint to me about the additional travelers but by the time we had made our first stop – a potty break – she had been won over by the two. Both of the house dogs traveled with the girls since the little van was fully loaded and despite our muted worries about the car, it made the trip without a hint of trouble.

Mama asked me if I would take the car to work today and I explained that I would not because it would stand out far to starkly in a parking lot full of pricey vehicles at this office. In Borger, that was not the case. There, even the work vehicles have seen quite a bit of wear and people are not so obsessed with what they drive. She got a big kick out of my hesitation to use Victoria’s car; preferring to take the van instead.

I went to bed as soon as I could but the girls, Mama included, stayed up for some time talking to Grandma. That is what Grandma lives for and I am sure they all got along splendidly. They will spend the day at the farm and Victoria will go to her interview at Brookshire’s at 11:00 a.m. I am not sure how that will turn out but there is the sure job at Wal-Mart – which is why we are transferring her things to Bowie. Either way she starts next Saturday.

Victoria’s being here will be a great boon to Grandma and Grandpa and I hope it will be a blessing to her as well. With Victoria, it is difficult to tell if her heart is in the right place or not, so we will have to pray and wait to see how the Lord will affect her in this setting. I am hoping her husband is around here somewhere – maybe at the language institute located here in Bowie. I am not sure of the name of the school, but they train missionaries in whatever language they need to learn for their field of service. God knows.

The chickens Grandpa recently bought have given him several eggs as a reward for their keeping. There are five hens and a rooster in the lot. Right now they are separated from the chickens we have been raising until Grandpa figures out how to arrange to new quarters. He is excited to have the hens and the eggs. We are still a little at odds trying to figure out which of the thirty chickens we have are hens and which are roosters. Grandpa and Mama thought they had made the determination until he bought the laying hens. They look just like the ones that were thought to be roosters. We are taking a step back to reevaluate the issue.

Cori and Mama were talking late yesterday about poor little Grant. It seems he was going through the house yesterday calling out, “Real Mommy! Real Mommy!” He needed some adult council on how to settle a sibling dispute. Mykenzie (pretend Mommy) would not continue to play with him because of some expectation on her part that he had not met and he wanted to make sure his real mommy was aware of the gross injustice.

Cori was laughing and sympathizing in the same breath. As his real mommy, she has to discipline as well as punish his for an infraction of the rules, while his pretend mommy simple refuses to continue to play with him should he offend or challenge her. He is caught between a rock and a hard place.

Real mommy had a hug, a kiss and a little tickle session for him. Pretend mommy had to endure his mock distain for her as he enjoyed the affection.