7/12/2025
"A man's heart plans his way, but
the LORD directs his steps."
Proverbs 16:7
I find myself at a loss for words again. This entire week has gone by so quickly that I forgot what day it was. I have been so messed up at times, confused and not knowing what to do first. There's so many things I need to do and want to do, that it becomes seemingly impossible to formulate a basic plan. Besides that, I cannot seem to find anyone who wants to work or friends who want to help. I guess I have lived too long, and the days of Little House on the Prairie, when friends helped friends, are long gone. The sad part is that even my widowed or single friends can't find anyone to help them either. So, I am determined to do the work myself, with the assistance of YouTube videos and a lot of prayer.
It's been raining off and on most of the week, so the grass has grown up, and has been badly in need of cutting. We have a self-propelling push mower, but at times it just cannot make it through the dense grass in the back yard close to the ditch. Between the wind and the birds, most of the grass seed has ended up in that part of the back yard, making it almost impossible at times to cut. It certainly is becoming a work out for me, but I do eventually get it done. I must admit that the grass is beautiful, because I do not see one weed, although I'm sure that a little wire grass may be hiding between the blades. Yesterday I was able to get the back yard mowed, and I managed to pull some more vines from the trees, but the mosquitoes were hard on my heels! I believe those little critters lay in wait for me, listen for the storm door to open and line up for their afternoon snack. One five minute trip to the cucumber patch, and I gained three huge whelps on my upper arm. I had to put ice on it for relief, but it's only temporary. My son wasn't feeling well from an old back injury, so he wasn't able to lend a hand with the yard work this time. I had hoped it would be different, but perhaps another day. I wasn't able to finish it, so it will have to wait until Monday now. So my yard is lopsided, so to speak, but at least the worst is done...until the rain comes again. With all the work and repairs needed around here and so much grass to cut, I sometimes feel cursed. Perhaps I am once more having thoughts of buyer's remorse, but then I remember my folks, and it's okay. It seems as if some things never pan out well in the end for me, and I'm an optimist!
I've been watching Little House on the Prairie again, but it does my soul a lot good when I see Mrs. Oleson get her comeuppance. Like today, Laura had acquired a billy goat, the last of his kind she was told, but what she didn't know was the Fred had a bad habit of butting anyone who bent over in his clear view. I had so much fun watching Mrs. Oleson fly through the air into a mud puddle created by her freshly hand-washed clothing water. It made me think about other adventures the Ingalls family encountered whenever Harriet Oleson was doing her best to bully the town, spouting her self-importance. But then, there were a few times she needed the friendship offered her, although it was hard for her to accept kindness from people she considered lower than her. Through the experience she would learn important lessons, only to be quickly forgotten by the next episode. Still, it does my heart good to giggle.
So, what have I learned today? What nuggets of truth have I gleaned?
In my quest for sanity and self defense against mosquitoes I did a little research, and I found out that the little buggers prefer O blood. They are attracted by sweating, and on these hot, muggy days I am defenseless. They don't like peppermint soap, and I use it to bathe daily, many times before I go outside, but I think what I need to do is use liquid peppermint soap, diluted a pinch, and applied to the skin. They also hate lavender, and I just happen to have a bar of lavender soap and spray. This is getting exciting. They are attracted to carbon dioxide that we exhale as part of the cellular respiration. At least now I have some things I can try. In fact I may just try it in the evening before I go to bed, because they seem to love my room too. My windows are very old and worn, like the house in general, so I need to reseal them. Another "to do" for my list. See what I mean?? Buyer's remorse. But then, home maintenance is a given, and every home has its challenges. At least I am blessed enough to own a home, and I am still healthy enough to do some work, even if the mosquitoes do take advantage of the situation.
So, another nugget that I tend to glean every day is to maintain an attitude of gratitude for the things I DO have. And I really do, but itching tends to make me irritable and forgetful at times. Still, it would be handy and dandy if I could find reasonable help. Oh well, that's a topic for another day.