Resevoir Cats

I am reading Reservoir Cats, True Tales and Cat's Eye Views  from Squirt, by Pamela Ashworth.  It is written as if Squirt the cat is telling the stories....it is just a piece of lighthearted fun to read.  He is the runt of the litter and to make sure he is not chosen to go to a new home, he half starves himself till no one will choose him.

When the other kitties have new homes and he knows he is going to stay home with his mother and the Staff as he calls the owners, he writes:

They really don't know what they have let themselves in for,

Soon it will be time to let my inner lunatic run free.

I don't know why, but that just struck me so funny.   Just what I needed to lighten the day.

Not much of a post

This will not be much of a post, but better a small one than nothing at all.  I got the blocks all sewn together last week, but still have not started on the borders.

Lorelei is sleeping beside me...we were out about midnight looking for Mr. Toad.  No luck there.   She and I have the hardest time getting to bed at an early hour...her mom was the same way.  We do better when she is in school.
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My grand-dog Delta caught her second shrew last night.  She caught one last week or the week before and ate it before her mom could get to her and get it.

Last night when she got tired of it biting her she decided to roll on it!  Her mom got her inside before it went too far and disposed of it later.
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Did you ever have something hit you like a ton of bricks?  When Sandra's Bob had his stroke the other day, I was on facebook more than I am on in a month.  I just wanted to know what was going on.

I went back in this blog reading some of what I wrote with Roger's stroke and I just had to stop.  I have thought I would write more about how things are, but I find that it is better to not think too deep.

I am not even sure what I am trying to say....maybe that it has been a rough week or two or three.  In more ways than one.  I have had a couple or three other things really get to me...but I have to learn to live with things and just accept them as they are.

A few views from down home....

Just a few shots from home...above the railroad us children walked to and from school.  Below, Roger and my brother walking ahead of me as we walk back up to where our old home was.

All have been posted before...below is the barn we pass on the way to the old place.  This farm before our old homeplace is where Roger and I spent a 1 1/2 yrs durning our younger days.  It is my favorite place on earth.

I hope you enjoy the photos.

I hope that someday I feel secure enough about Roger's health to drive down there again.

So many times when I am on Youtube in the video below pops up and it makes me homesick...that is what led to me posting a few pics from home.

A bit about blogging...

The view as I drove west this morn...no one was close to me and I just held my camera up and snapped.  Please click to expand the view.

So now a little bit about blogging...

It started out as way to share my photos and quilting.  And I still love it for that.

I did not realize how much I would get from it....a lot of days I learn some little fact that is totally new to me, or I see photos of new birds, or butterflies, and see views from other parts of the country, or other countries that I would never have seen if I had not been blogging.  Not to mention new ideas of how to do things.

There is friendship...I have phone numbers of friends that want me to feel free to call them any time I need to talk...one friend has invited us to come spend the night in with her and her husband several times.  We had promised ourselves to go down last fall when Lorelei got back in school.  Now they are in the midst of selling their home and I am not even sure how Roger would do on that trip that far anyway...they are probably about 4 hours from me, maybe a bit longer.

Then there is the power of prayer....I really felt like we were held up in prayer through all of this with Roger's stroke.  I did not feel like people said it just to be saying it...I felt like when they said they prayed for us they did.  Whether it was one prayer right then,  or some I know prayed for us every day.  Some more than once a day.

All this through blogging.