Friday, September 30, 2005
AWWWW......
How cute is this?
When I got home from work last night I changed clothes and went down to mom's to visit for a bit. After supper, mom had gone to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and saw Napoleon outside the window. I had noticed that one of the neighborhood dogs had evidently cleaned out his feed bucket, so he was most likely hungry.
At any rate, I got up and went outside. He followed me right up the hill to the house, and waited while I filled his bucket with feed. He was so happy, and I sat on my bench and watched him eat for a while. His tail feathers are really growing fast, and by the time snow flies they may be dragging the ground.
Like I said a couple of days ago, it is the little things in life that make the whole experience worthwhile. Happy Friday, everyone!
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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When I got home from work last night I changed clothes and went down to mom's to visit for a bit. After supper, mom had gone to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and saw Napoleon outside the window. I had noticed that one of the neighborhood dogs had evidently cleaned out his feed bucket, so he was most likely hungry.
At any rate, I got up and went outside. He followed me right up the hill to the house, and waited while I filled his bucket with feed. He was so happy, and I sat on my bench and watched him eat for a while. His tail feathers are really growing fast, and by the time snow flies they may be dragging the ground.
Like I said a couple of days ago, it is the little things in life that make the whole experience worthwhile. Happy Friday, everyone!
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Thursday, September 29, 2005
FURNACE 101
Probably the worst thing about our first cold snap is the smell of the furnace coming on for the first time. I woke in the night to the comforting sound of the furnace blowing warm air into the house. Our temperatures dipped into the low forties last night, so it was good to know that all was working well.
As I settled back down into the warm bed linens, a warning bell sounded in my head. Sitting back up in bed, my sleep fogged mind tried to determine what was wrong. Ah, yes. The wonderful smell of hot, stale dust from the furnace vents. Yuk.
After successfully getting the pilot lit for the season, and seeing that everything was working correctly two weeks ago, I forgot about the furnace. Hearing it come on in the night was a reminder that all was working well, but that tell tale odor from the vents is always an unwelcome thing.
Once I decided that all was well, or at least normal, I went back to sleep....with the covers over my nose. This morning it is better, but it will take a day or two to work out the stale toasted dust smell. Until then, I'll just focus on the warm house and the cozy feeling I have being inside.
Count your blessings where you find them and all is well.
Have a wonderful day,
Becky
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As I settled back down into the warm bed linens, a warning bell sounded in my head. Sitting back up in bed, my sleep fogged mind tried to determine what was wrong. Ah, yes. The wonderful smell of hot, stale dust from the furnace vents. Yuk.
After successfully getting the pilot lit for the season, and seeing that everything was working correctly two weeks ago, I forgot about the furnace. Hearing it come on in the night was a reminder that all was working well, but that tell tale odor from the vents is always an unwelcome thing.
Once I decided that all was well, or at least normal, I went back to sleep....with the covers over my nose. This morning it is better, but it will take a day or two to work out the stale toasted dust smell. Until then, I'll just focus on the warm house and the cozy feeling I have being inside.
Count your blessings where you find them and all is well.
Have a wonderful day,
Becky
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
THE LITTLE THINGS
Life is a precious gift.
Many times it isn't appreciated until it is threatened or lost. Often it is taken for granted. Once events return to a more normal pattern, the determination to remember the lessons learned wanes.
I suppose that the simple life I have here in Smalltown seems, well, small to many. We don't have more things than we do. That being said, I find it is the little things that make life rewarding. A quiet sunrise. The feel of the sun on my skin. A gentle breeze. The fragrance of a beautiful flower. The sound of a child's laughter. The smell of rain. Being held in the arms of the one you love. Watching the sun set in a blaze of color. The sound of snow falling. Autumn leaves. A kitten's fur. A bird singing.
Life is a precious gift. Cherish the little things. All else pales in comparison. Today, take time to offer a kind word, a hug, a smile....and recognize the people who offer the same to you. It is almost time for the sunrise, and I don't want to miss it.....here on my country road. Have a wonderful day. Make it count.
Until tomorow,
Becky
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Many times it isn't appreciated until it is threatened or lost. Often it is taken for granted. Once events return to a more normal pattern, the determination to remember the lessons learned wanes.
I suppose that the simple life I have here in Smalltown seems, well, small to many. We don't have more things than we do. That being said, I find it is the little things that make life rewarding. A quiet sunrise. The feel of the sun on my skin. A gentle breeze. The fragrance of a beautiful flower. The sound of a child's laughter. The smell of rain. Being held in the arms of the one you love. Watching the sun set in a blaze of color. The sound of snow falling. Autumn leaves. A kitten's fur. A bird singing.
Life is a precious gift. Cherish the little things. All else pales in comparison. Today, take time to offer a kind word, a hug, a smile....and recognize the people who offer the same to you. It is almost time for the sunrise, and I don't want to miss it.....here on my country road. Have a wonderful day. Make it count.
Until tomorow,
Becky
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
AUTUMNAL MEMORIES
Last night I went out to sit on my garden bench a bit and watch the remnants of the beautiful sunset. As soon as I walked out of the house I was greeted by a chill breeze. Although the autumnal equinox was last Thursday, we had heat more indicative of July. Saturday brought welcome rains, compliments of hurricane Rita, and Sunday a cool front cooled temperatures to the low seventies.
Cool, damp weather and falling leaves always bring memories of autumns past. I remember playing freeze tag, red rover, and other childhood games until mom called us in the house. The sky was a deeper azure blue than summer, and the air had a definite snap to it. When I was older, fall meant football games, marching in parades, and homecoming dances. My friends and I loved to go out to the big park not far from the house and play touch football and eat hot dogs cooked over a fire.
I have been planning a Halloween party with Davey and his mom. Nothing says fall like Halloween. Although kids don't bob for apples anymore, it is still a fall favorite to trick or treat. I don't think the kids have near as much fun as we did when we were young, but there are still many activities that will create memories that will last a lifetime.
As I was sitting there remembering autumns past, Napoleon blessed me with his wonderful self. He strolled over to eat his game bird food, so I went in and got some bread for him. I guess he is keeping his options open. It was very near dark, so he didn't waste any time flying up to the roof and then on up into his favorite roosting tree.
Just another day....here on my country road.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Cool, damp weather and falling leaves always bring memories of autumns past. I remember playing freeze tag, red rover, and other childhood games until mom called us in the house. The sky was a deeper azure blue than summer, and the air had a definite snap to it. When I was older, fall meant football games, marching in parades, and homecoming dances. My friends and I loved to go out to the big park not far from the house and play touch football and eat hot dogs cooked over a fire.
I have been planning a Halloween party with Davey and his mom. Nothing says fall like Halloween. Although kids don't bob for apples anymore, it is still a fall favorite to trick or treat. I don't think the kids have near as much fun as we did when we were young, but there are still many activities that will create memories that will last a lifetime.
As I was sitting there remembering autumns past, Napoleon blessed me with his wonderful self. He strolled over to eat his game bird food, so I went in and got some bread for him. I guess he is keeping his options open. It was very near dark, so he didn't waste any time flying up to the roof and then on up into his favorite roosting tree.
Just another day....here on my country road.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Monday, September 26, 2005
FICKLE FOWL
You feed them, you give them a home, and they move on. Such is life. My on again off again friend Napoleon has been missing since Thursday night. I heard him after dark, screeching from his perch in the oak tree. Thinking he was being attacked by something, I went out and tried to see what was going on. In the complete darkness it was hard to see anything, and after a few minutes I went back into the house. I had just laid back down and was drifting back into peaceful slumber when I heard the honking and screeching again. Once again, I went out on the step. I didn't hear anything or see anything unusual, so gave up and went back to bed. That is the last I have seen or heard from him.
Each evening I have watched his feed bucket, thinking he would come home to eat. Nothing. Yesterday afternoon I was talking to mom on my front porch about Napoleon when I saw him over at Bob's house. I was happy to see that he had survived the incident on Thursday night, but he has evidently decided that he has a better situation where he's at.
So, although he may visit from time to time, it looks as though Napoleon Leopold has a new address. I will keep you informed about him as I have information, but after four months I guess it is safe to say (again) that he has moved on.
I hope that you have a wonderful day. It will be a sad one here, as the funeral for our fallen trooper is today. I will be working at the office so that others can attend the service. Please continue to remember his family and friends in your prayers.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Each evening I have watched his feed bucket, thinking he would come home to eat. Nothing. Yesterday afternoon I was talking to mom on my front porch about Napoleon when I saw him over at Bob's house. I was happy to see that he had survived the incident on Thursday night, but he has evidently decided that he has a better situation where he's at.
So, although he may visit from time to time, it looks as though Napoleon Leopold has a new address. I will keep you informed about him as I have information, but after four months I guess it is safe to say (again) that he has moved on.
I hope that you have a wonderful day. It will be a sad one here, as the funeral for our fallen trooper is today. I will be working at the office so that others can attend the service. Please continue to remember his family and friends in your prayers.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Sunday, September 25, 2005
WELCOME, RITA
Last evening, rain began to fall. After a summer of drought, we are grateful for the moisture, even if Rita was the reason. So many of our Southland neighbors are suffering from recent hurricanes, and this morning my heart is with the thousands displaced, out of power, water, and supplies.
Today rain continues to fall, so I am inside doing household chores and painting an old chair I bought at the local flea market. Later, Rocky will come and finish helping me install a new chandelier I bought for the bedroom. Whatever your plans today, I hope you enjoy. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers for Kevin and his family, friends, and Patrol family.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Today rain continues to fall, so I am inside doing household chores and painting an old chair I bought at the local flea market. Later, Rocky will come and finish helping me install a new chandelier I bought for the bedroom. Whatever your plans today, I hope you enjoy. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers for Kevin and his family, friends, and Patrol family.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Friday, September 23, 2005
A FALLEN HERO
Yesterday was a normal workday. Until the call came that one of our officers had been struck by a pickup truck while making a routine traffic stop. It was just a month ago we lost an officer in a similar situation, so while the radio personnel worked quickly to get emergency responders and other troopers to the scene, there was a terrible sense of deja vu.
The Missouri State Highway Patrol is a family. As the radio traffic intensified, officers began calling in for information. Less than an hour after he was airlifted to a Springfield hospital, Trooper Donald K. "Kevin" Floyd succumbed to his injuries. He was a fine man, a dedicated husband, father, and friend. He will be greatly missed by all who knew him.
Flags fly at half mast as the Patrol mourns the loss of one of it's own. Trooper Floyd is the fourth officer to die in the line of duty this year, and the second loss in our Troop area in the last six months.
Your thoughts and prayers for Kevin's wife, children, family, Highway Patrol family, and wide circle of friends would be appreciated and most welcome at this difficult time.
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The Missouri State Highway Patrol is a family. As the radio traffic intensified, officers began calling in for information. Less than an hour after he was airlifted to a Springfield hospital, Trooper Donald K. "Kevin" Floyd succumbed to his injuries. He was a fine man, a dedicated husband, father, and friend. He will be greatly missed by all who knew him.
Flags fly at half mast as the Patrol mourns the loss of one of it's own. Trooper Floyd is the fourth officer to die in the line of duty this year, and the second loss in our Troop area in the last six months.
Your thoughts and prayers for Kevin's wife, children, family, Highway Patrol family, and wide circle of friends would be appreciated and most welcome at this difficult time.
Becky
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Thursday, September 22, 2005
ABOUT NAPOLEON
I have heard from a reader in Nova Scotia, Ilinda, who asked about Napoleon. In light of such bad news from the Gulf Coast, I guess I will bring you all up to date about the little guy.
Napoleon, having escaped the foiled attempt to catch him and take him to live on a farm out in the country, has settled into a routine. Since he is the only peacock in the neighborhood, we have nothing to gauge his activities by. Once he flies down from the roost, which is still either the big oak by my kitchen window or the big oak at the back by my bedroom window, he spends his day wandering up and down my country road. For the most part, he picks at flowers, grasses, and hunts for bugs and worms. During the heat of the day he goes across the road into the big woods where it is cooler. He is also very fond of sitting on Bob's wrought iron porch rail. Like his namesake, Napoleon is fond of looking at himself in the glass. There is a nice full length glass storm door there he can admire himself in to his heart's content. Yesterday he was perched on my porch rail when I came home from work. Many days I see him out in the pasture, strolling around eating bugs and seeds. If the horses think anything odd about this, I wouldn't know. It doesn't seem to matter to them to share their space with a big blue bird.
Napoleon is really getting handsome. His green eye feathers are coming in nicely, and his tail is beginning to get that feathery look that hints of the beauty to come. He doesn't seem to care that there are no other peacocks around. He still comes every night to eat, and loves his bread. We will see what the cooler weather brings, but there is shelter in Bob's barn.
That is about it from peacock central. Have a wonderful day. Keep the folks of the southland in your prayers.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Napoleon, having escaped the foiled attempt to catch him and take him to live on a farm out in the country, has settled into a routine. Since he is the only peacock in the neighborhood, we have nothing to gauge his activities by. Once he flies down from the roost, which is still either the big oak by my kitchen window or the big oak at the back by my bedroom window, he spends his day wandering up and down my country road. For the most part, he picks at flowers, grasses, and hunts for bugs and worms. During the heat of the day he goes across the road into the big woods where it is cooler. He is also very fond of sitting on Bob's wrought iron porch rail. Like his namesake, Napoleon is fond of looking at himself in the glass. There is a nice full length glass storm door there he can admire himself in to his heart's content. Yesterday he was perched on my porch rail when I came home from work. Many days I see him out in the pasture, strolling around eating bugs and seeds. If the horses think anything odd about this, I wouldn't know. It doesn't seem to matter to them to share their space with a big blue bird.
Napoleon is really getting handsome. His green eye feathers are coming in nicely, and his tail is beginning to get that feathery look that hints of the beauty to come. He doesn't seem to care that there are no other peacocks around. He still comes every night to eat, and loves his bread. We will see what the cooler weather brings, but there is shelter in Bob's barn.
That is about it from peacock central. Have a wonderful day. Keep the folks of the southland in your prayers.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005
SAME SONG SECOND VERSE
It seems that the Gulf Coast just can't escape the threat of disaster this season. Fresh on the trail of Katrina, here comes her evil sister Rita. I cannot imagine what must be going through the minds of the people who are still dealing with the devastation Katrina left behind. Do they have power yet? Or TV's to even know what is coming their way? And what of the people who were evacuated to Texas? Only to be right in harm's way. Again.
I saw a piece on the news the other evening about Slidell, Louisiana. It is just down the way from Covington where John and Barb live. Just one place, one mile square, was piled over six feet deep with debris. I cannot imagine such destruction. Added to the damages to highways, businesses, homes, and health care facilities, it will take years to rebuild.
My heart goes out to the brave, resilient people of the southlands. I would hope they know that our thoughts and prayers are with them, and that in every way we can, we are donating to organizations to help in the aftermath.
Take care and be safe.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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I saw a piece on the news the other evening about Slidell, Louisiana. It is just down the way from Covington where John and Barb live. Just one place, one mile square, was piled over six feet deep with debris. I cannot imagine such destruction. Added to the damages to highways, businesses, homes, and health care facilities, it will take years to rebuild.
My heart goes out to the brave, resilient people of the southlands. I would hope they know that our thoughts and prayers are with them, and that in every way we can, we are donating to organizations to help in the aftermath.
Take care and be safe.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Tuesday, September 20, 2005
AN UNSUNG HERO
Today is my sister-in-law Barbara's birthday. Today she will be the star, and hopefully the recipient of many well wishes. Barbara is a beautiful and wonderful person, and if ever there was a poster child for a southern belle, it would be her. She moves through life with strength and grace, a blessing to all who meet her. Where John is the star of the show, she is the leader of the applause. Although she is usually the target for his rapier wit, she is a good sport, and over the years has honed the art of the snappy comeback. I love to hear her talk, as she hails from Mississippi. Her accent is wonderful. She could talk about her grocery list and it would be a joy to listen to.
Over the years Barbara has been out voted in their household by John and their son LJ. She has taken it all in stride, with the patience and acceptance she is known for. Where she would rather go to a shopping mall to shop, she accompanied the men in her life to the swampy world of reptiles theme park near their house. The name eludes me, but I have to hand it to her for grit. For a woman who craves quiet time with a good book and a cup of tea, she has lived her life surrounded with a constant parade of LJ's friends. Although they only had one child, it seems they raised, or had a hand in raising a dozen.
Barbara has a quiet manner that is soothing to people. She is a counselor, and it is a profession well suited to her. Whether at work, with her family, or her friends, people like spending time with her. She inspires the best in others, and is well loved by all who know her. Her counsel is wise and valued. John chose well for his wife and soulmate and they compliment each other beautifully.
I wish I could be there today to add my voice to a rowdy version of Happy Birthday To You, Barb. I'm sure that you will have a wonderful day, filled with all of the good things birthdays are known for. Know that I am just one of the many that love you and wish you the best today. I hope John, LJ, and Bear all treat you like the Queen you are. My gift, as they say, is in the mail.
Becky
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Over the years Barbara has been out voted in their household by John and their son LJ. She has taken it all in stride, with the patience and acceptance she is known for. Where she would rather go to a shopping mall to shop, she accompanied the men in her life to the swampy world of reptiles theme park near their house. The name eludes me, but I have to hand it to her for grit. For a woman who craves quiet time with a good book and a cup of tea, she has lived her life surrounded with a constant parade of LJ's friends. Although they only had one child, it seems they raised, or had a hand in raising a dozen.
Barbara has a quiet manner that is soothing to people. She is a counselor, and it is a profession well suited to her. Whether at work, with her family, or her friends, people like spending time with her. She inspires the best in others, and is well loved by all who know her. Her counsel is wise and valued. John chose well for his wife and soulmate and they compliment each other beautifully.
I wish I could be there today to add my voice to a rowdy version of Happy Birthday To You, Barb. I'm sure that you will have a wonderful day, filled with all of the good things birthdays are known for. Know that I am just one of the many that love you and wish you the best today. I hope John, LJ, and Bear all treat you like the Queen you are. My gift, as they say, is in the mail.
Becky
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Monday, September 19, 2005
MONDAY, MONDAY
You turn around twice and it is Monday morning again. I love the first work day of the week, and it is good to get it out of the way. I suppose it is a mental thing for me, but it works, so I'll take it. It would be much more fun if Monday was the third day of the weekend, but things just aren't set up that way.
After I posted my blog on Saturday morning and having a long list full of redecorating chores at the ready, everything went to heck in a handbasket. I didn't get anything done except painting a shelf for my office. Instead I went shopping with mom for some wallpaper border for her kitchen, and to WalMart for groceries and other sundry items.
Yesterday was a chilly, gray, rainy day. We went to Springfield to the flea markets to see if we could get the table I had wanted last week. Of course it was gone. I guess it wasn't meant to be. It is a good lesson learned- grab it when you see it and worry about getting it home once it is paid for. It gives me a quest, and I will continue looking for a nice wood table for the kitchen. The little patio set I have been using looks too summery for winter. I had envisioned a wooden table spread with wonderful food and friends and family gathered around. I can only feed four right now, and the food has to stay on the stove and counter.
I did find a wonderful white wicker table for my bedroom, and several knick knack items. One find was a beautifully ornate mirror. I happen to love mirrors, and since all designers claim that every room should have one, I grabbed it. Mom and I had fun shopping while Rocky napped at the snack area. It was a good day, and now my to do list will have to wait until the weekend comes around again. It gives me something to look forward to.
One note: since the little female stray cat keeps getting chased away by her mean brother, and it was raining when we left yesterday, I let the poor little thing stay in the garage. You know what that means. Will I ever learn?
Have a great day!
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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After I posted my blog on Saturday morning and having a long list full of redecorating chores at the ready, everything went to heck in a handbasket. I didn't get anything done except painting a shelf for my office. Instead I went shopping with mom for some wallpaper border for her kitchen, and to WalMart for groceries and other sundry items.
Yesterday was a chilly, gray, rainy day. We went to Springfield to the flea markets to see if we could get the table I had wanted last week. Of course it was gone. I guess it wasn't meant to be. It is a good lesson learned- grab it when you see it and worry about getting it home once it is paid for. It gives me a quest, and I will continue looking for a nice wood table for the kitchen. The little patio set I have been using looks too summery for winter. I had envisioned a wooden table spread with wonderful food and friends and family gathered around. I can only feed four right now, and the food has to stay on the stove and counter.
I did find a wonderful white wicker table for my bedroom, and several knick knack items. One find was a beautifully ornate mirror. I happen to love mirrors, and since all designers claim that every room should have one, I grabbed it. Mom and I had fun shopping while Rocky napped at the snack area. It was a good day, and now my to do list will have to wait until the weekend comes around again. It gives me something to look forward to.
One note: since the little female stray cat keeps getting chased away by her mean brother, and it was raining when we left yesterday, I let the poor little thing stay in the garage. You know what that means. Will I ever learn?
Have a great day!
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Saturday, September 17, 2005
WEEKEND CARPENTER
Good morning from Smalltown. Here on my country road this weekend, I will be priming, painting, hanging shelves, and rearranging in my home office. It is a challenge with a broken leg, to be sure, but what is anything really worth if not hard fought? I go through this every few months as my ideas and creativity wax and wane. Since it is a beautiful fall day here, and the rain seems to have finally come to an end for now, I need to hit it while the getting is good.
Whatever your weekend plans, I hope that it will be as much fun as I am having. Have a good one, and I'll see you Monday morning....here on my country road.
Becky
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Whatever your weekend plans, I hope that it will be as much fun as I am having. Have a good one, and I'll see you Monday morning....here on my country road.
Becky
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Friday, September 16, 2005
PRELUDE TO THE FULL MOON
The past several nights, the sound of rain falling has made sleeping wonderful. The only bad thing is that I can't see the beautiful moon shining down through the trees of the big woods. Even if I didn't know that the full moon is Sunday night, I would know it was close. People's behavior really gets strange during the full moon.
Those of you who work in law enforcement, the health care or nursing home industry, or public service know the curse of the full moon and the effect it has on human behavior. Even as a young mother I could see the difference in the kids during that time. I suppose that teachers could also weigh in on this issue.
This week started out relatively quiet, but the phone calls that have come in to troop headquarters have increased in frequency and become weirder over the past couple of days. I suppose that today will be wild as well, but at least it is Friday.
Napoleon has made it through the week, in spite of the strong winds and heavy rain. It must be scary holding on to a tree limb as it waves precariously with the wind. He seems to take it all in stride, but I am sure he has moments of fright. He spends his time out in Bob's pasture with the horses by day, eating seeds and bugs. When he needs to rest he comes home and perches on the porch rail for a nap. He seems to have made peace with the cats, but he is still wary of them. I think they just got tired of stalking him and are more interested in a full bowl of cat food.
All in all, it has been a good week. We have had over five inches of rain, and the summer heat is fading. Two more weeks of alternate duty at work, and hopefully I can return to my regular duties with the crew. I am walking without the crutches inside the house and the office, and the leg is strengthening every day.
Have a wonderful day, and hopefully a fantastic weekend.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Those of you who work in law enforcement, the health care or nursing home industry, or public service know the curse of the full moon and the effect it has on human behavior. Even as a young mother I could see the difference in the kids during that time. I suppose that teachers could also weigh in on this issue.
This week started out relatively quiet, but the phone calls that have come in to troop headquarters have increased in frequency and become weirder over the past couple of days. I suppose that today will be wild as well, but at least it is Friday.
Napoleon has made it through the week, in spite of the strong winds and heavy rain. It must be scary holding on to a tree limb as it waves precariously with the wind. He seems to take it all in stride, but I am sure he has moments of fright. He spends his time out in Bob's pasture with the horses by day, eating seeds and bugs. When he needs to rest he comes home and perches on the porch rail for a nap. He seems to have made peace with the cats, but he is still wary of them. I think they just got tired of stalking him and are more interested in a full bowl of cat food.
All in all, it has been a good week. We have had over five inches of rain, and the summer heat is fading. Two more weeks of alternate duty at work, and hopefully I can return to my regular duties with the crew. I am walking without the crutches inside the house and the office, and the leg is strengthening every day.
Have a wonderful day, and hopefully a fantastic weekend.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Thursday, September 15, 2005
STORM IN PROGRESS
Good morning from Smalltown. As I write this we are in the middle of a thunderstorm, so I only have time to let you know why I won't be posting a regular blog this morning before I shut down the computer. We had a big storm in the night again, and have received almost four inches of much needed rain the past two nights.
I hope that you have a wonderful Thursday. My thoughts are with the residents of North Carolina this morning as Ophelia continues to pound the coast. Keep the good thoughts.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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I hope that you have a wonderful Thursday. My thoughts are with the residents of North Carolina this morning as Ophelia continues to pound the coast. Keep the good thoughts.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Wednesday, September 14, 2005
WAITING FOR DAYLIGHT
It may not have been a storm the magnitude of Katrina, but we had a terrible storm in the night. I woke to the sound of thunder and lightening, and heard the wind whipping the trees around. Last night Napoleon roosted in a tree near the back of the house, which is more secluded than where he usually roosts. He must have known there was a storm brewing somewhere, although the sky was blue at the time. I am not sure how on earth he could have hung on to his lofty perch through the night, and I am waiting for daylight to make sure he is okay. Much of our area to the north is out of power, and suffered baseball size hail. The amount of damage is still to be determined.
I feel badly for the animals who have to brave the elements of nature while I am snug in my bed. It doesn't seem fair, although they seem to know what to do to protect themselves. It brings to mind all of the lost, scared, hungry animals that Katrina left to fend for themselves. Humans can reason things out, but animals are left with no idea what has happened.
I have watched with the rest of the country as the horror of the St. Rita nursing home was reported on television. I am sure there are many other such things that will come to light as the storm waters recede and recovery teams are able to go in and remove the victims. It is unthinkable that the events at St. Rita's could happen in our country.
Hopefully justice will be swift and sure for those responsible, and God will bring comfort to those family members who are left to deal with the deaths of their loved ones.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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I feel badly for the animals who have to brave the elements of nature while I am snug in my bed. It doesn't seem fair, although they seem to know what to do to protect themselves. It brings to mind all of the lost, scared, hungry animals that Katrina left to fend for themselves. Humans can reason things out, but animals are left with no idea what has happened.
I have watched with the rest of the country as the horror of the St. Rita nursing home was reported on television. I am sure there are many other such things that will come to light as the storm waters recede and recovery teams are able to go in and remove the victims. It is unthinkable that the events at St. Rita's could happen in our country.
Hopefully justice will be swift and sure for those responsible, and God will bring comfort to those family members who are left to deal with the deaths of their loved ones.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Tuesday, September 13, 2005
SOLAR CLOCKS
Poor Napoleon. I have had a little trouble adjusting to the changing daylight. As the days get shorter, Napoleon's bedtime gets earlier and earlier. Last night, I had been at mom and Rocky's for supper. I knew it was getting late, and hurried as fast as a broken leg allows, up the hill to my house. As I hobbled across George's lot I saw Napoleon on top of my house getting ready to fly up to the roost. I was just getting ready to holler at him so I could give him his bread before he went to bed when he flew up into the tree. Poor neglected bird. To make up for it I am going out early this morning to give him some for breakfast.
Congrats to my brother John at http://johnstrain.blogspot.com. He was noticed by a French journalist! It never ceases to amaze me how small the world is through the world of blogs. It is great that others are noticing what a good writer he is and his unique viewpoint of the world around him.
Today is trash day here on my country road, and it takes me a while to accomplish that. Have a great day!
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Congrats to my brother John at http://johnstrain.blogspot.com. He was noticed by a French journalist! It never ceases to amaze me how small the world is through the world of blogs. It is great that others are noticing what a good writer he is and his unique viewpoint of the world around him.
Today is trash day here on my country road, and it takes me a while to accomplish that. Have a great day!
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Monday, September 12, 2005
LOST WEEKEND
Friday I was looking forward to the weekend with great anticipation. I had a full list of chores to do, mostly home decor projects I have started. However, I talked to mom mid afternoon, and she told me that an old friend of the family had dropped by for lunch on his way through Smalltown. I went to school with him in Shawnee where I grew up, and his family was involved with the local scout troop my dad was leader of. It was good to talk old times. He has lost his brother, and his mom and dad in the past several years, so he is alone now. He didn't leave until Saturday noon, so I didn't get any painting done.
After he left, mom and I dropped Rocky off at the gym and went to look for a wallpaper that would coordinate with some she had bought for her living room redecorating project. Since that was a futile and frustrating effort, we gave it up and went to get Rocky for a much needed and very late lunch. There is nothing like pizza to revive the spirit. We decided there was no hope but to take the special order wallpaper back to Springfield and return it. Hopefully. Then if that was successful, the arduous task of finding paper that she liked and would work in her room.
I gave up on the list of projects at my house, and we left for Springfield at eight o'clock Sunday morning. Actually the whole affair went very well, all things considered. Returning the paper was relatively painless, and after a long hour, we found the perfect paper. Mom loves it, as do I. Rocky doesn't seem to care that much, as long as mom is happy. We dashed over to our favorite restaurant for lunch, then to the several other stops we needed to make. Probably the most fun was going to the flea market. I hadn't been there since I had my foot surgery two years ago, and mom had never been. Since she is redoing her living room in a more informal cottage style, it is a must to haunt flea markets. We had so much fun, and bought all Rocky could pack into the van. Shoot. I found a great table for the kitchen for cheap. Really cheap. I guess I will just have to hope it is still there later this week or the weekend. Looks like I need to buy another gallon of creamy white paint. I have an end table, a shelf, and a wooden chair to paint. Mom will be busy too, as she got a coffee table and two end tables.
Although the weekend is over and work looms, it is great to have new projects to look forward to. I hope that you had a great weekend as well. Get out there and have a wonderful Monday.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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After he left, mom and I dropped Rocky off at the gym and went to look for a wallpaper that would coordinate with some she had bought for her living room redecorating project. Since that was a futile and frustrating effort, we gave it up and went to get Rocky for a much needed and very late lunch. There is nothing like pizza to revive the spirit. We decided there was no hope but to take the special order wallpaper back to Springfield and return it. Hopefully. Then if that was successful, the arduous task of finding paper that she liked and would work in her room.
I gave up on the list of projects at my house, and we left for Springfield at eight o'clock Sunday morning. Actually the whole affair went very well, all things considered. Returning the paper was relatively painless, and after a long hour, we found the perfect paper. Mom loves it, as do I. Rocky doesn't seem to care that much, as long as mom is happy. We dashed over to our favorite restaurant for lunch, then to the several other stops we needed to make. Probably the most fun was going to the flea market. I hadn't been there since I had my foot surgery two years ago, and mom had never been. Since she is redoing her living room in a more informal cottage style, it is a must to haunt flea markets. We had so much fun, and bought all Rocky could pack into the van. Shoot. I found a great table for the kitchen for cheap. Really cheap. I guess I will just have to hope it is still there later this week or the weekend. Looks like I need to buy another gallon of creamy white paint. I have an end table, a shelf, and a wooden chair to paint. Mom will be busy too, as she got a coffee table and two end tables.
Although the weekend is over and work looms, it is great to have new projects to look forward to. I hope that you had a great weekend as well. Get out there and have a wonderful Monday.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Sunday, September 11, 2005
A NATION MOURNS
Today as our nation remembers the horror now known as 9/11, our hearts also mourn the Katrina disaster. So many homes and families were affected in both tragedies, and through both events the fabric that defines us as a nation has forever been altered. The thing that gives me hope, us hope, is the indomitable spirit that Americans have. By cleaning up, rebuilding, and moving on we honor the dead and the families who remain. They would expect no less than that of us.
We will pause in those efforts today to remember the thousands of people who died four years ago today. Ordinary people who died as heroes. A day that changed life as we knew it, forever.
May God bless the families of those who perished, be with those who were injured, and guide us as a nation.
Becky
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We will pause in those efforts today to remember the thousands of people who died four years ago today. Ordinary people who died as heroes. A day that changed life as we knew it, forever.
May God bless the families of those who perished, be with those who were injured, and guide us as a nation.
Becky
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Friday, September 09, 2005
UNDER THE GUN
There is nothing like waking up an hour past the time you set the alarm for. I suppose you could look at it from the perspective that I was tired and badly needed the rest. However, I tend to lean the other way and now I am going to be paying catch up all day. I hate starting behind.
On a positive note, mom and I were surprised to see that Napoleon had come home all by himself last night and was strutting around on my garage roof. I suppose he was indignant that we were late getting him his freshly torn pieces of bread. It was getting dark, he was thinking about going to roost, and he was hungry. It didn't take him long to fly down when mom started tossing the bread into the grass. He is really a sucker for bread.
The white cat Patch hasn't been here for two nights. The black cat with the white bib, who loves to chase her off, was waiting across the street at the edge of the big woods. He wouldn't dare come here until he was sure we were gone, as he is skittish about people. He is only a tiger with Patch, evidently.
Since I am late getting started, I had better get busy. Thank goodness it is Friday. That means I have two days to be at home. This time of year I love painting and fixing up the house. I have been working on little projects and am entertaining myself looking at home decor books. Where my home is an eclectic mix of cottage/garden/shabby chic style, I am always open to something new.
Come on down, and we'll have a cup of tea or coffee and something warm from the oven. Have a great Friday, everyone. Continue to remember the southlands in your thoughts and prayers.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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On a positive note, mom and I were surprised to see that Napoleon had come home all by himself last night and was strutting around on my garage roof. I suppose he was indignant that we were late getting him his freshly torn pieces of bread. It was getting dark, he was thinking about going to roost, and he was hungry. It didn't take him long to fly down when mom started tossing the bread into the grass. He is really a sucker for bread.
The white cat Patch hasn't been here for two nights. The black cat with the white bib, who loves to chase her off, was waiting across the street at the edge of the big woods. He wouldn't dare come here until he was sure we were gone, as he is skittish about people. He is only a tiger with Patch, evidently.
Since I am late getting started, I had better get busy. Thank goodness it is Friday. That means I have two days to be at home. This time of year I love painting and fixing up the house. I have been working on little projects and am entertaining myself looking at home decor books. Where my home is an eclectic mix of cottage/garden/shabby chic style, I am always open to something new.
Come on down, and we'll have a cup of tea or coffee and something warm from the oven. Have a great Friday, everyone. Continue to remember the southlands in your thoughts and prayers.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Thursday, September 08, 2005
THAT'S MY LITTLE BROTHER
As many of you have been doing, I read my brother's blog, John's Online Journal every day. It has been a wonderful non-biased account of the Katrina disaster. His diary of the event has drawn notice from the New York Times, MSNBC, BBC, and Bloomberg Radio to name a few. I would encourage you to read his blog if you haven't done so, as it chronicles the concerns, fears, and struggles of life before, during, and after Katrina. You can find him by clicking on the link- http://johnstrain.blogspot.com/.
Yesterday when I came from work, Napoleon was on the roof and welcomed me by honking and screaming a bit. I went out and tossed him some bread and talked with him a while. Evidently the cats had left him alone, and he stayed perched on my porch rail all evening. I went out and watered the new garden, and he wandered around the yard, keeping me company. Mom came up to feed him bread around roosting time, and we sat on the bench and talked while Napoleon preened, groomed his feathers, and ate his bread. We never did see the Patch, so I am not sure what happened there. The black one was waiting at the edge of the field to eat, so he may be keeping Patch run off. Who knows about that? Anyway, for now Napoleon is back home.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Yesterday when I came from work, Napoleon was on the roof and welcomed me by honking and screaming a bit. I went out and tossed him some bread and talked with him a while. Evidently the cats had left him alone, and he stayed perched on my porch rail all evening. I went out and watered the new garden, and he wandered around the yard, keeping me company. Mom came up to feed him bread around roosting time, and we sat on the bench and talked while Napoleon preened, groomed his feathers, and ate his bread. We never did see the Patch, so I am not sure what happened there. The black one was waiting at the edge of the field to eat, so he may be keeping Patch run off. Who knows about that? Anyway, for now Napoleon is back home.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Wednesday, September 07, 2005
BLESSED ARE THE PEACEMAKERS?
Well, this deal with Napoleon is getting out of hand. I called him last night and he did come, but the minute I began calling chick, chick, Patch came running out of the field. When Napoleon came up the rise to the bench and saw the cat, he turned and started back to Bob's. So, I spent the next forty-five minutes keeping the cat away from Napoleon so he could eat.
One thing I have noticed about peacocks. They sure take their sweet time about eating. Peck, peck, peck. They strut, they pluck a blossom here, a blade of grass there, and strut some more. Napoleon likes to look around a lot. I suppose it is to keep the cat in sight, as well as any other looming danger. Good plan. He is in constant peril here, as the big woods is full of critters that would love an unsuspecting peacock for dinner.
As I wrote yesterday, the stray cats and stray peacock aren't getting along very well. There is a pecking order, and it is funny to me that Napoleon doesn't just fluff his tail up and scare the puddin' out of the cats. He doesn't know they would be scared out of a life or two if he showed a little muscle. At the very least a little attitude. However, while I was tossing rocks at Patch to keep her from chasing Napoleon, I saw the black cat under a bush...waiting. It tickled me to know that as a reward for her mean spirited treatment of Napoleon, she would be chased into the big woods as soon as I closed the front door.
Finally, Napoleon finally had his fill of my fuschia blooms and decided to go to roost. By this time I was covered with mosquito bites and my leg was throbbing. I have been taking steps on it around the house, and putting weight on it while standing. I had pushed my luck with it and was paying the price. At any rate, Napoleon went to bed with a full stomach. As I closed the front door, the last thing I saw was two cats headed to toward the big woods at break neck speed....
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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One thing I have noticed about peacocks. They sure take their sweet time about eating. Peck, peck, peck. They strut, they pluck a blossom here, a blade of grass there, and strut some more. Napoleon likes to look around a lot. I suppose it is to keep the cat in sight, as well as any other looming danger. Good plan. He is in constant peril here, as the big woods is full of critters that would love an unsuspecting peacock for dinner.
As I wrote yesterday, the stray cats and stray peacock aren't getting along very well. There is a pecking order, and it is funny to me that Napoleon doesn't just fluff his tail up and scare the puddin' out of the cats. He doesn't know they would be scared out of a life or two if he showed a little muscle. At the very least a little attitude. However, while I was tossing rocks at Patch to keep her from chasing Napoleon, I saw the black cat under a bush...waiting. It tickled me to know that as a reward for her mean spirited treatment of Napoleon, she would be chased into the big woods as soon as I closed the front door.
Finally, Napoleon finally had his fill of my fuschia blooms and decided to go to roost. By this time I was covered with mosquito bites and my leg was throbbing. I have been taking steps on it around the house, and putting weight on it while standing. I had pushed my luck with it and was paying the price. At any rate, Napoleon went to bed with a full stomach. As I closed the front door, the last thing I saw was two cats headed to toward the big woods at break neck speed....
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Tuesday, September 06, 2005
UNADOPTED AND UNGRATEFUL
Last night mom and I called Napoleon home from Bob's house across the pasture to eat and roost. The little white stray cat that has been feeding here also came running. Sunday night she was up a tree in the big woods, most likely by an older cat who feels she is encroaching on the neighborhood. Waiting in the field to eat was another little stray. He runs every time I go outside, so figured he is just timid.
I named the white cat Patch, as she has a black patch over one eye. For being a stray, she is ungrateful. We noticed that Napoleon is staying away more and more all the time, but couldn't figure out why until last week. There are two factors. Mom's cat Callie likes to guard my house from Napoleon and Patch. She chases both of them. This is so odd, as she has a wonderful home at mom's house. She was a stray when mom took her in. Talk about ungrateful. Patch also likes to stalk Napoleon and chase him around the yard. Just like his namesake, Napoleon's arrogant nature doesn't allow him to appreciate that. So, he stays away. Since his feed is here and we feed him bread every night, he comes when I call him. Last night mom and waited on him to come and were sitting on my bench talking. She was tearing pieces of bread and tossing them on the ground for Napoleon when Patch came over and began eating the bread. Instead of coming to us, Napoleon went over and began eating his feed. It was hard to keep the cat away from Napoleon, as she was determined to stalk him. They danced around each other for a while, trading places at the bread and the feed. When Patch gave chase once again, Napoleon ducked under the fence and went out into the field. I called and called him, but to no avail. He made his way across the field to Bob's house, even though it was past time for him to fly up to roost.
Here we are, trying to take care of all the little strays who have adpoted us, and they can't get along. You would think they would be so grateful for a home, love, and food, that harmony would prevail. Not so. Mom and I were tired. We had been working hard all weekend to get things done and finish projects at our houses, so we went inside my house to get away from the mosquitoes. A short time later, I opened the front door so she could leave. I saw Patch being chased through the yard, under the fence, across the pasture, under another fence, and across the road into the big woods. By who? The little black timid cat.
It never fails to amaze me that those we try to help quickly forget their plight once their tummies are full. Well, it seems that Napoleon has chosen a new place of residence, and the two strays fighting for the feed bowl are ungrateful. It makes me sad. You know what they say about not biting the hand that feeds you....
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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I named the white cat Patch, as she has a black patch over one eye. For being a stray, she is ungrateful. We noticed that Napoleon is staying away more and more all the time, but couldn't figure out why until last week. There are two factors. Mom's cat Callie likes to guard my house from Napoleon and Patch. She chases both of them. This is so odd, as she has a wonderful home at mom's house. She was a stray when mom took her in. Talk about ungrateful. Patch also likes to stalk Napoleon and chase him around the yard. Just like his namesake, Napoleon's arrogant nature doesn't allow him to appreciate that. So, he stays away. Since his feed is here and we feed him bread every night, he comes when I call him. Last night mom and waited on him to come and were sitting on my bench talking. She was tearing pieces of bread and tossing them on the ground for Napoleon when Patch came over and began eating the bread. Instead of coming to us, Napoleon went over and began eating his feed. It was hard to keep the cat away from Napoleon, as she was determined to stalk him. They danced around each other for a while, trading places at the bread and the feed. When Patch gave chase once again, Napoleon ducked under the fence and went out into the field. I called and called him, but to no avail. He made his way across the field to Bob's house, even though it was past time for him to fly up to roost.
Here we are, trying to take care of all the little strays who have adpoted us, and they can't get along. You would think they would be so grateful for a home, love, and food, that harmony would prevail. Not so. Mom and I were tired. We had been working hard all weekend to get things done and finish projects at our houses, so we went inside my house to get away from the mosquitoes. A short time later, I opened the front door so she could leave. I saw Patch being chased through the yard, under the fence, across the pasture, under another fence, and across the road into the big woods. By who? The little black timid cat.
It never fails to amaze me that those we try to help quickly forget their plight once their tummies are full. Well, it seems that Napoleon has chosen a new place of residence, and the two strays fighting for the feed bowl are ungrateful. It makes me sad. You know what they say about not biting the hand that feeds you....
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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Saturday, September 03, 2005
ABOUT NAPOLEON
With all of the focus on Katrina, many of you have been asking about Napoleon. One week ago today I was up before dawn to lure him into the garage so that the man who was coming to take him to his farm could snatch him. As you know, that didn't work. When I got up Napoleon was already gone. He remained gone all day, not responding to my calling him. Only after I had told the man I thought Napoleon wanted to stay, did he come back home. Wagging his tail behind him, so to speak.
Since deciding to let him stay with us, he has settled into a fairly predictable schedule. Some days he stays here all day, perched on my porch rail and grooming his beautiful feathers. Other days he roams the neighborhood. He does like to go to Bob's house across the field, but all I have to do is call to him in the evening, and he comes back home to eat and roost.
Last night mom and I didn't see him, and it was getting dark. While she filled his water bowl and broke bread into little pieces I began to call him. It was funny to see him running along the pasture fence line toward home. He obviously realized that it was already dusk and he was a long way from his roosting tree. He ate the bread like he was starved, and then went to work on his bucket of game bird feed. He really likes it, much better than the dry cat food. Once he was full and had had a drink of fresh water, he flew right to roost. It was really dark by that time, and I was worried that he couldn't see well enough to accomplish it. Once he was safely at roost, mom went home and I closed the house for the night.
On a personal note, we have heard from John several times. He calls mom and fills her in on what is going on there, and Barbara has called from Baton Rouge. One of our blog friends, Elliot, has sent John a chain saw via Baton Rouge where Barb and LJ are. Once it arrives on Tuesday, Barbara will be traveling home to John in Covington. Thank goodness the hospital where John and Barb work will be reopening next week, so they will have work.
We continue to remain thankful that the news out of Covington is not as dire as in other places. Our thoughts and prayers are with the situation in New Orleans and the Gulf Coast region, and hope that today is the day that help reaches those so desperately in need.
The Missouri State Hightway Patrol is sending troopers and communications personnel to help, and our local National Guard military police unit has been deployed to New Orleans. Seeing the military vehicles arrive in the flooded streets of New Orleans yesterday was a welcome sight, and maybe now order can be restored so help can reach those who are still waiting to be evacuated.
As the Labor Day weekend gets underway, remember the relief efforts and those who are working to help.
Becky
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Since deciding to let him stay with us, he has settled into a fairly predictable schedule. Some days he stays here all day, perched on my porch rail and grooming his beautiful feathers. Other days he roams the neighborhood. He does like to go to Bob's house across the field, but all I have to do is call to him in the evening, and he comes back home to eat and roost.
Last night mom and I didn't see him, and it was getting dark. While she filled his water bowl and broke bread into little pieces I began to call him. It was funny to see him running along the pasture fence line toward home. He obviously realized that it was already dusk and he was a long way from his roosting tree. He ate the bread like he was starved, and then went to work on his bucket of game bird feed. He really likes it, much better than the dry cat food. Once he was full and had had a drink of fresh water, he flew right to roost. It was really dark by that time, and I was worried that he couldn't see well enough to accomplish it. Once he was safely at roost, mom went home and I closed the house for the night.
On a personal note, we have heard from John several times. He calls mom and fills her in on what is going on there, and Barbara has called from Baton Rouge. One of our blog friends, Elliot, has sent John a chain saw via Baton Rouge where Barb and LJ are. Once it arrives on Tuesday, Barbara will be traveling home to John in Covington. Thank goodness the hospital where John and Barb work will be reopening next week, so they will have work.
We continue to remain thankful that the news out of Covington is not as dire as in other places. Our thoughts and prayers are with the situation in New Orleans and the Gulf Coast region, and hope that today is the day that help reaches those so desperately in need.
The Missouri State Hightway Patrol is sending troopers and communications personnel to help, and our local National Guard military police unit has been deployed to New Orleans. Seeing the military vehicles arrive in the flooded streets of New Orleans yesterday was a welcome sight, and maybe now order can be restored so help can reach those who are still waiting to be evacuated.
As the Labor Day weekend gets underway, remember the relief efforts and those who are working to help.
Becky
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Friday, September 02, 2005
DESPERATE
In the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Americans are seeing the depth of human suffering. Never has there been such desperate need for the most basic things. Water. Food. Shelter. Medicine. Diapers. Bathrooms. Each day the conditions seem to get worse.
We are the greatest nation in the world. The most affluent. The first to arrive on the scene of disaster in any other country in the world. Yet our own are without help. Today I pray that the armed forces and national guard troops finally arrive with the supplies needed to bring comfort to the hungry, thirsty refugees of the Gulf Coast.
While we have seen the worst of human behavior displayed in the looters and gangs patrolling the flooded streets of New Orleans, our hearts are lifted by the resilience, faith, and determination of others waiting for help to arrive on the scene.
Americans have an unflagging and unbreakable spirit. I pray they can hold on, and that today help will arrive to relieve their suffering. The picture of a poor elderly woman dead in a wheelchair, sitting on the sidewalk in New Orleans haunts me. Stories of people looking for lost children and family members are disturbing and heart wrenching.
Just a thought here... I know the magic that is New Orleans. Anywhere in the world you mention the name, it brings a smile. Everyone loves the people, way of life, and the whole experience that is New Orleans. There is abundant history and heritage throughout the region, and though she lays wounded and hungry right now, she will rise from the despair of Katrina to build again.
My thoughts and prayers are with the efforts there, and I can only hope that today is the day that will bring the relief the victims so desperately need.
Becky
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We are the greatest nation in the world. The most affluent. The first to arrive on the scene of disaster in any other country in the world. Yet our own are without help. Today I pray that the armed forces and national guard troops finally arrive with the supplies needed to bring comfort to the hungry, thirsty refugees of the Gulf Coast.
While we have seen the worst of human behavior displayed in the looters and gangs patrolling the flooded streets of New Orleans, our hearts are lifted by the resilience, faith, and determination of others waiting for help to arrive on the scene.
Americans have an unflagging and unbreakable spirit. I pray they can hold on, and that today help will arrive to relieve their suffering. The picture of a poor elderly woman dead in a wheelchair, sitting on the sidewalk in New Orleans haunts me. Stories of people looking for lost children and family members are disturbing and heart wrenching.
Just a thought here... I know the magic that is New Orleans. Anywhere in the world you mention the name, it brings a smile. Everyone loves the people, way of life, and the whole experience that is New Orleans. There is abundant history and heritage throughout the region, and though she lays wounded and hungry right now, she will rise from the despair of Katrina to build again.
My thoughts and prayers are with the efforts there, and I can only hope that today is the day that will bring the relief the victims so desperately need.
Becky
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Thursday, September 01, 2005
BABY STEPS
My visit to the orthopedist went very well. The xrays show the bone healing as it should be, which rules out surgery, thank God. I have been working on the range of motion by doing the therapy at home as he instructed me to do on the first visit, and he was so pleased I won't have to go through the physical therapy. Yea!
I am to begin taking small baby steps and putting more weight on the leg. In the next week or two I can wean away from the crutches, as long as I stay on level surfaces. I will remain on alternate duty at the desk for another month, and if the next xray is good, he will release me. All in all, it was good news all around.
The news from Gulf remains grim. My heart goes out to the storm victims and the emergency workers. What a mammoth job they have ahead of them. Our thoughts and prayers are with the situation and the relief efforts. Hopefully aid will finally get there today. One thing about our country- we are best in crisis. We have a strong back and unfailing spirit, and in times of great need we reach out to one another and get through the dark times together.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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I am to begin taking small baby steps and putting more weight on the leg. In the next week or two I can wean away from the crutches, as long as I stay on level surfaces. I will remain on alternate duty at the desk for another month, and if the next xray is good, he will release me. All in all, it was good news all around.
The news from Gulf remains grim. My heart goes out to the storm victims and the emergency workers. What a mammoth job they have ahead of them. Our thoughts and prayers are with the situation and the relief efforts. Hopefully aid will finally get there today. One thing about our country- we are best in crisis. We have a strong back and unfailing spirit, and in times of great need we reach out to one another and get through the dark times together.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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