Pond Management

I’m doing pond management today. Yippity, skippity. The Arkansas aquatic specialists has written me with instructions on getting rid of cattail and primrose weed in Pop’s Pond. Needs to be warm and the Lord has taken care of that. 💪💪

Helen made it to her son’s house in AZ. I can see where she is as our phones follow each other. She left one afternoon and made it the next. She said she rested 3 hours. She’s a get r done type of gal. I helped her crochet and she gritted her teeth the entire project going as fast as she could. When she sews she presses the pedal and sews like a race care driver. When she cleans house, she whizzes through like she on a safari. She is the opposite of me. That’s what makes Fleta, me and our whiz bang sister such a team. I take things slow and ponder my goal. Fleta is able to just not do things she dislikes. Being different is a good thing. It makes us who we are.  I worried about Helen on this trip. I thought I know she’s spending. All is great as she will visit with her family 2 weeks or more. She’ll take it slower coming home and maybe visit a friend on the way home

Asti and Logi are on vacation in the Blue Ridge Mts.  Government sh..t (oops typo, I’ll just leave it 😬) down may affect them. I hope they’re able to enjoy their trip til the end.  They pulled their camper and took their kids along—well, 4 dogs 😂😂

I’m helping with horses. Baby Opie got out Monday morning. I was a donkey wrangler. I got her back in the pasture but almost had heart failure. I take all my roles seriously. Everyone was working but this old lady. When I tried to shoo Opie through the gate, all the other donkeys tried to get out. I finally succeeded and felt the thrill of victory. I actually ran a little. Boy, my knees hurt that afternoon. After wrangling Opie, I became an a fence mender and walked the fence line making repairs I saw. I had zip ties, hammer, steeples, sledge hammer…it was another adventure. But Opie has remained in the pasture since then. Thank heavens.