Sharing, blah days, scraping by

Grandpa and Mama spent the day shopping yesterday. They drove to Wichita Falls to do the monthly supply run versus going to Denton. I could have gone along, but if I had volunteered, Grandpa world have let Grandma talk him into staying with her. She certainly tried to do so before Grandpa left with Mama. It was quite the show. But I kept silent and let things sort themselves out. 

From my point of view, Mama does not get enough time alone with her father. He is either working about the property or accompanied by Grandma or Norman. In any of those cases, Grandpa will participate in the conversation happening around him, but he will not initiate the conversation. If Grandma or Norman is around, the conversation centers on themselves and often gets loud. Neither Grandpa not I are inclined to participate.  Rarely do we get to hear his heart. So, it was a good opportunity for Mama to have Grandpa all to herself for a few hours. It is one of only a few opportunities she may get to spend quality time alone with Grandpa. Times that can never be replaced.

While I stayed home, I did not get into anything particular. I have been in the doldrums lately. Not necessarily depressed, but certainly lacking motivation. I forced myself to finish a couple little chores and clean up an area where the hogs had plowed up the ground, but not really accomplishing much. Today I somewhat better. I have been earnestly praying about several important matter in our lives. At least, to me they are important. It has been one of those “faith walking” times. When there is no tangible evidence of God’s intervention in the situations I am praying about. Where I know by faith and by experience that God is, in fact, working His Will in my and Mama’s lives. Almost always, these intervals of waiting on the Lord work out far better than I expect they can. We just keep doing right and wait on the Lord.

Norman got his truck back yesterday. It has been in the shop – again – for over a month. He seemed less excited this time than in the past when he had been absent from it, but I am sure he is relieved to be able to use it for his business. Working out of the trunk of the Ford 500 is not optimal, but he made it happen. In those times where the car would not suffice, he and Daryll used Daryll’s truck to get the tools and materials to the jobsite. Daryll has been helping Norman for over two years now. He’s a friend as well as an employee. That comradery servs them both well.

Now that Norman has his truck back, we will make a feed run. I still have not gotten my truck back form the mechanic. We have been making smaller feed runs since we had to use the two smaller vehicles, getting just enough feed to make it for a couple weeks at a time. Today we will get one month’s worth of feed. The timing is good since I would run out of goat feed this evening. We do not usually cut it that close, but Norman was suppose to have his truck back last Friday, so we scraped by thinking any day now we would be able to get feed. It all worked out.

When Mama and I were in Florida over the Spring of last year, I was given a stalk of a Dragon Fruit plant. It was not much to look at when I brought it home in a jar. At some point I decided to plant the stalk which had rooted and sent out a fresh stalk. Now that has divided and sprouted into over a dozen plants. The shoots were haphazardly snaking their way across the area I set up to winter the plants in the sunroom. It bothered Mama so, something had to be done.

I repotted about eight new stalks this morning. I should have probably thrown them out when I cut them off the mother plant but could not being myself to do so. It will probably take three or more years for the plants to mature enough to bear fruit, so I have a while to wait. They will produce the Red Dragon fruit variety when ready. 

The good part about the plant is that it is nearly impossible to kill.