Sometimes You Just Gotta To Say Cluck It And Walk Away

I woke up at 4 am to go to the bathroom, sleepily noted that there was a new, strange box sitting nestled in my clothes hamper, which had been turned over.
I forgot about it as soon as I was out of the bathroom, hey at that hour of the morning, I ain't remembering anything.
I woke up at 8 am, went to the bathroom, and while I was sitting on the throne, that box jiggled.

“Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.”

I slept until 8 a.m.—that is late for me! 
I was worn out, I guess.

Today was just another one of those sit-around-the-house, watch-TV kind of days. 
We’ve not done anything.

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year

I woke up at 8:30 am, these cold mornings, I am in no hurry to crawl out of my toasty bed into a cold house.
If it wasn't for my hip throbbing, I'd just stay in bed all day.
Unfortunately, my darn hip likes to throb.
I had a clean house, so other than taking Duffy to pee, and feeding my strays, I worked on my blog all morning.
It's my project.

“By perseverance the snail reached the ark.”

I'm so exhausted, I just want to cry.
I wish I was a bear, then I could just hibernate until next spring.
Who knows, I may actually feel good by then.

Nifty and Thrifty

We went to the M Goodwill today.

I found a Baby Shark comforter, in almost new shape.

It had one corner ripped, but Badger sewed that up with no problem once we got home.

I did ask SK before I bought it, and she said it was OK.

We've got to be kind. Leslie Jordan

On the wind, 'cross the sea, / Hear this song and remember...

“It’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.”

 REST IN PEACE: Kentucky coal miner’s daughter and country music legend, Loretta Lynn, has died at the age of 90.

"I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember."

Life has to go on, right?
I still feel Teresa's absence, I can tell one of our clowder is missing.
It may be stupid to mourn an animal, but I am mourning.
I am, I am very blue.

Satisfying deli cravings, one bite at a time

Cowboy’s doctor called this morning. They wanted him to come in at 3 p.m., which he couldn’t do since that’s when his shift starts. He told them it didn’t hurt—which is a lie—and he didn’t think it had red streaks.

So, they’re bringing him in Monday when I go in. I looked at it; it just looks downright weird. Not infected, but absolutely weird. As far as I can tell, there aren’t any red streaks—it just doesn’t look right.

Remember Their Names

Prayer Request

Our spring has come at last with the soft laughter of April suns and shadow of April showers.

Things are normally boring around here. 
Nothing much ever changes. 
With me being in recovery mode, things are doubly boring.

Cowboy slept most of the morning, then snorted awake around 2 PM and went to put up his sister’s ceiling fan. 
He didn’t get back until 4.

“My father’s passing reminds me of the shattered dreams and unfulfilled hopes I once had.”

 

"The death of an absent father brings up the pain of missed opportunities and unspoken words."