I hate flies!
God is pushing at the seams of my envelope right now. I love to be
outside but I really do hate flies. You could say I'm manic about
them. (When they get in the house I hunt them down with a swatter until
they are all dead)! But here in Rubite there are flies everywhere and I
mean everywhere. This is a rural farming village with at least two
herds of sheep/goats at about 100 head each that live right here. One
flock is just a few doors away from where we are. They are driven past
the house daily and where there are sheep there is sheep S...! Lots of
it, plus all the mule, cat and dog S... from around the village and you
get the picture. That is my reckoning on why there are so many flies.
So each time I sit outside I'm literally covered in flies and the less I
have on, it been in the 20's, the more flies are on me, not my
clothing, me, Yuk!
What is the meaning of this? Who knows, what could I possibly be being
prepared for? I don't know, I don't think I want to know. I do know I
still hate flies but I am able to function in a place where they rule
the roost, which I think is a good thing.
Thanks God :)
PS, it's a rather windy day today, so mercifully there are far fewer
flies than normal as I sit out here and write. It's a good day in
Rubite.
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