food, crochet, merriment
This girl and her daddy like to tease each other about who loves the other person…more. They’d go around and around…”I love you more…no, I love you more!”
One day, little Skylie came up with a love that was hard to beat.
This is the song written about that adorable true-life experience.
So, so beautiful.
If you’ve read ANY of my posts about Hobbes–from the time he was a kitten…
then you probably already know what a tough guy he is.
He’s always been pretty much Rhen’s cat and would barely let me touch him, sometimes even trying to duke it out with me as to who actually runs this joint.
I’ve always loved him, but I’ve often felt like he just didn’t have any use for me, and would much rather be a man’s cat.
But since his run-in with the law a few months back, he’s been a very different fellow. Sad in a way, but also…
interesting.
Oh, sure–he still comes in all dirty and scratched up from his latest stint on neighborhood-bad-cat patrol–for which we are all soooo grateful.
But now, when he’s finished with his tough-guy duties outside, he always comes and finds me…where ever I am.
He adamently gets between me and the silly puzzle, or silly book, or silly computer that’s taking all my attention so that I will pet him, or scratch his back or ears, or just…hold him.
I think he just needs assurance that his home and his people are still here and that no more wicked dudes are coming to get him.
And after all these years, I think he’s finally decided…
that he’s safe…
with me.
I love you Hobbes.
Saturday afternoon I got a cryptic text from my son in Arkansas.
“Just got hurt.
Went mountain biking and crashed.”
“Hurt my ribs…
and can’t move my arm.”
By the time this tough guy drove himself home–yeah, I knowww– he was dizzy and starting to feel everything that had actually happened to him. Kortney took him to the hospital.
Long story short…
He broke his elbow. Bruised his kidney and ribs and has three compression fractures in his back.
This poor guy has an incredibly high pain tollerance. The doctor said he was amazed that he didn’t have a compound fracture of his arm and two broken collarbones.
He will need to see a specialist about his elbow and back on Monday.
Don’t get hurt on a Saturday…sheesh.
My poor boy.
I wish I could be there to hug him and make him soup. That always helps everything.
In the meantime, we’re all praying for a good outcome and swift healing.
We love you my boy.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. The weather forcast says “Snow Showers.” But I’m not falling for that again. All winter long we’d be promised snow but it never, ever happened. It was a lame, LAME winter…for folks that love snow.
But then one glorious morning, we woke up to this!!
Wahoooo! At last, at last! Enough snow that it actually sticks and stays for more than 20 minutes.
Now, given the weather history this season, I’m not so naive as to think that it will be here tomorrow. In fact, I’ll be thrilled if it hangs on for a couple of hours.
I mean, honestly…
It’s so beautiful.
We’ll gratefully take what we can get.
At last.
So there I am bright and early one morning, minding my own business–when I look out my kitchen window to see…
an enormous crane!
Now I’m telling you, this sucker was HUGE or I wouldn’t have been so ridiculous as to take pictures in the first place. Please note how much of this crazy thing isn’t even able to fit in the picture.
Then, when they finally lifted the cooling unit–or whatever it is– into the air, it swung good and hard right TOWARDS my house! Pretty sure I yelled…just a little.
Let me just say that if it hadn’t stopped and made a wiser choice, my house would be mashed flat and so would the little lady in the kitchen…and all her cats.
Scared the living daylights out of me…
standing there in my kitchen…
gawking out the window…
in my nightgown…
like Gladys Kravitz.
As if nothing ever goes on around here.
Sheesh.