ok so i didnt get the leaves picked up in the back yard. i was lacking one very important item. a box of trash bags with which to bag up the leaves. its very hard to do otherwise. sigh.
at least i managed to get the sticks on top of the pile into a more managable little bundle. now when my dogs chase each other around the mound they wont be risking getting poked by twigs sticking out. i guess thats progress.
a young man in the same deployment as my son was hurt last week by an IED. i had a startling moment of fear rush thru me when i read the email my daughter in law sent. then i decided, no, i wasnt going to let fear in. i have a promise from God that he is coming home safely, nothing missing, nothing broken. no matter what anyone else believes, i will stand on that promise unflinching. i am his praying mother, and i wont be moved off my post. instaed, i decided to include his whole group in my prayers.
when i gave him up for adoption 27 years ago, i gave him to God for safe keeping. i had no idea where he would be, who he would be with, or any say in the matter. so i asked this God that i barely knew yet to keep him. He has. i know He still will.
today work will be a whole lot easier. we have one doctor in, and he has about 8 patients today. ahhhh. after the last 2 days this will be nice. just the same, i am all caught up. as far as i know…..
mom seems to doing ok. i think she is staying busy with my sisters youngest daughter. thats good for her. evenings are probably the most challenging. she has 2 maine coon cats to keep her company though. she tells me they are quite the characters.
im looking forward to moving back to my ocean………sigh
im still working on some things,like one of the power toy tools i have, and the media player. eventually i will get some music on the plyer, and figure out what the power toy is good for.
i have gotten the guest book up finally, thanks to help from Siobhan (‘it seemed like a good idea at the time). she has a nice space, and is worth reading. now if i could figure out how to pronounce her name…
work has been work lately. i still enjoy it immensely (um, is there a spell check here?), but i have learned how to do charges now, so my work load has increased. this is fine with me, because i work fast, and i always get done everything that i need to…at work anyway. i hate down time. makes me nervous. im always a little edgy anyway. funny, because i always am laid back too. i grew up in the great northwest, and i have the temperment of the northwesterners. but i have always been hyper too. its kind of like being on speed and tranquilizers at the same time, only natural.
i have my review coming up at the end of this month. i am looking forward to it, because i think ive been doing good. my co workers are happy with me, and i dont like to be idle for more than a couple minutes at a time, so i try to keep the ‘busy work’ stuff caught up when i find myself at a lull. stuff like getting the copy paper from the break room, restocking forms, making up blank charts, putting together new charts. stuff like that. i dont do it to earn points. its just the way i am. but it is working in mt favor. i really never knew i would be good at an office job. but i am.
the wind has finally died down a little. ooooooklahoma where the wind comes roaring down the plains fivehundredandfiftymilesperhournonstopeverydayallyearlong! and with it comes all the leaves, dust, loose trash, and ragweed pollen. yes, this year the ragweed is still raging clear into january. sigh.
im GOING to get that big pile of leaves and sticks in the back yard bagged up today. period.
funny how a cat can be so independant and so dependant at the same time. maggie is such a little princess. prissy, demanding, sweet, persistant, nosey, vocal. charming, until i have to brush her or clip the claws. her whole little squeaky meaw changes to a very unmistakable complaint. she never scratches me or bites. she just threatens in her most earnest attempt to intimidate me. course, she never pulls that off. but she tries. gotta give her credit for that. maggie is the one yawning on top of the fridge in the album.
well, its off for breakfast. and video games. it is saturday morning after all.
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i try not to gloat when some one gets it back at them but this one is hard to resist.
there is a woman who lives in the house backed up to mine, on the next street over. she has cowboy, a mean old coppery dog of unpleasant dispostion. this is the second time she has lived in that house, as she tried to sell it last year and moved back in with (presumably) her new husband when it appearantly didnt sell, or they just took it off the market, or whatever.
the first time she lived there, cowboy was a real pest. ‘cowboy barksalot’ as my beau called him. he would come to the fence when ever one or both of us were outside in our yard, and bark and snarl nonstop the whole time. we thought after he got used to us he would quit this insane behavior. nope. kept it up for the whole time she was there. if we came close to the fence he would really step it up. but hey, yard work requires close proximity to the fences at times, especially when dealing with the leviathon vines the came from the base of the fence (on her side mostly) and grew up into the trees on my side and wouldve gone onto the wires above without intervention.
cowboy barksalot was a real nuicence. and no, she never corrected him, even if she was out there, which was rarely.
we were sooo happy when she left.
then she came back. and so did mr barksalot. here we go again. well, we had had enough. and one day when the beau was out in the yard tending to our dogs, and sir barksalot was going off like a mad dog, the beau took the water dish, the FULL water dish, and splash…yarp!…off he went shaking his head and snorting. this greatly reduced the barking sessions dramatically. at least when we were out there. i had to reinforce it one time, and that pretty well cinched it.
but here’s where the gloating comes in. this morning as i sit at the ‘puter, looking out the window, and other beneficial activities, i see the presumebly new husband out in his back yard trying to enjoy the nice morning we are having. he has with him mr barksalot and their other dog (a very sweet and playful dog that dosent bark all the time).
BUT…the neighbors next to him have a shepard pup that barks more than cowboy ever thought to. this family was there the first time cowboy lived there, and cowboy used to scare their little girl all the time with his nasty attitude. now the tables are turned, because the new prince of bark barks so much that the presumebly new husband had to go in, and was unable to enjoy HIS back yard.
you gotta love this town (not)…
i have to go pick up my beau after work every day, as we share the one car. there are three routes i can take, but they all have traffic problems. i have tried to find ways around the worst of it, but its a challenge. one way i have to wait for 2-3 light changes before i even get to the intersection, which leads to a long strech of single lane road and a slow driver in front of me. another way leads thru equally backed up traffic to an intersection that has construction. so i decided on a new route, on some thru streets that allow me to avoid the standstill traffic trying to get past the light to the freeway onramp. thought i had a winner too, until i heard on the news the same night i plotted my new route that there was going to be construction on the bridge right where i would be entering the freeway. sigh.
‘r’ took a phone call at work yesterday that was really funny/sad. this poor woman called because she was confused about her appointment date, and which doctor she was seeing for what. it went something like this:
‘r’: how can i help you?
woman: is this dr eye surgeon’s office? i need to cancel my appointment.
‘r’: no, this is infectious disease.
woman: oh. i need to check my appointment time. isnt this where dr ‘R’ is?
‘r’: yes, this is dr ‘R’s office…
woman: well i have an appointment there sometime. i need to cancel it ’cause my car wont start.
‘r’: (checks computer) you did have an appointment here, but that was two days ago. you missed it. did you want to schedual another one?
woman: i do?
‘r’: no, i’m asking you if you want to.
woman: do i need to? will he look at my eye?
‘r’: dr ‘R’ is an infectios disease doctor. he isnt an eye doctor.
woman: well i dont think i have any infection in my eye, but i cant see out of it.
‘r’: you dont want to schedual another appointment then?
woman: i dont?
‘r’: no, i’m asking… just a minute, will you hold? (puts woman on hold)…’b’, can you take this call?
thor has learned a new trick. well, he taught himself.
a couple days ago i asked the beau if he had turned on the ceiling fan in the bedroom. no, he hadnt touched it. i knew i hadnt either. o shrugged it off, thinking one of us bumped the wall switch without realizing it.
then it happened again. wasnt him, wasnt me.
yesterday morning, the beau saw what was going on. thor occasionally used to jump up and hit the wall switch in the hallway and flip on the light. he hadnt done that in a long time and i had forgotten all about it. seems he has figured out the bedroom wall switch does more than the hall one does. he went into the bedroom, jumped up and flipped the switch, and then jumped up on the end of the bed and watched the fan begin to spin.
huh. next he’ll be raiding the fridge.
thank you all for the kind words and support! i am so blessed to have your prayers, your faith, and your concern! i am a believer in the power of words spoken in faith, and i count myself rich to have your words added to mine in faith!
thank you random_beautiful_dreamer for your confidence in God!
thank you vampire_by_design for your personal insight into the experience of war from a soldiers eyes, and the declaration of faith in God’s surpassing power!
thank you forevernow for sharing where comfort really comes from!
thank you pebblepie for your expertise in advice, the links to resources that will help me, and your hand in friendship!
thank you dana for your prayers!
and thank you all who read my post and keep us in your thoughts and prayers, with or without leaving a comment!
you may think me kinda corny for a post such as this. i guess i am kinda 🙂
but i feel so blessed and rich, and just wanted to express my thanks in the open.
one of the good things that has happened in my life happened in 2001. even though that year a terrible thing happened to our country. actually it happened over the course of that year.
we had three cats at the time. sammy, my 12 yr old russian blue. spook, my beau’s 12 yr old bombay. and gizmo, our 1 yr old havnna mix.
i cant remember exactly what order it all started, but both our older cats got sick about the same time. sammy had developed a urinary problem, and while she was at the vet’s being examined, it was discovered her blood sugar was something like 600. it was very high, and the vet became obviously concerned. so she was put on 1/2 unit of insulin twice a day, and a low calorie ca food to reduce her from her overweight 15 lbs. yes, she was a fat kitty. but how she got that way is another blog.
about the same time as this, spook became very ill and listless. when he was examined, it was discovered that he was in renal failure due to an infection that had started in his gums. (he had some nasty teeth, but brushing them was not possible with this old warrior). he was a sick kitty, and very cold, and had lost some weight already. the vet gave us two days.
well, we took him home, and warmed him up, and decided that we would not acept this prognosis. so we began to pray over him, and my beau found a promise in psalm 145, that God gives His creatures what they desire. so we claimed it, and stood our ground. as spook began to warm up, he began to act more comfortable. he was still pretty sick, though. we stood on that promise for many days, and force fed the old cat yogurt and water. after more days, we coaxed him to eat his prescribed low protein cat food. it was work. but gradually he began to come around. the vet was totally amazed. he was so sure spook would die. we told him, no, spook would live, and declare the glory of God.
meanwhile, sammy wasn’t doing so well on her insulin. she had lost a lot of weight, and was down to around 6-7 lbs, but she had crashed on the insulin a couple of times. do you know how hard it is to measure 1/2 unit of insulin? one day we found her in her cage cold, not breathing, and she had voided. all signs of death. my beau grabbed her up and said BREATH! and she went ‘meaorw’, and we raced her to the vet for dextrose. then after that her kidneys and her liver began to fail. i was advised to put her down. huh uh! no, she would live and not die. the other vet who had come to work with our regular vet, she thought i was nuts. she told me i was prolonging the suffering. sammy got down to 4 lbs, and was getting fluids injected daily for a while, she was so dehydrated. i stood my ground. i finally decided enough fluids, she was getting so tired of it. the second vet figured i was taking her home to die. wrong. she started to improve. we finally found a food she could eat that was actually being recommended for diabetic cats…kitten food. high in protien and fat, low in carbs. she gained a couple of pounds, and leveled out.
it was a battle that went on for several months, but both cats recovered pretty well. spook never put his weight back on, but went on to live until 2004, a happy old stick cat. when he died, he died peacefully as a natural thing. he was just done.
sammy is still with us, 16 years old now. she is holding at 6 lbs, takes glipizide twice a day, right before she eats, and has no problems.
both the vets were amazed, and told some of their other patient’s owners about the miracle cats, and how we prayed and they lived. when they should have died.
they did live, and declared the glory of God. God kept His word, and gave them their desire…to live out their lives as they should.