They say time flies when you’re having fun–well, it ALSO flies when you’re coping with minor health issues and Murphy’s Law Unchained.
We are still enjoying fantastic weather, and as I write this, in my new office, I can look out and see part of the pasture, where April, the Arabian mare, is in full view. In the middle ground are my aspen trees and, just outside the window, pink magnolias are in bloom. Beautiful!
Bernice hasn’t quite adjusted to the new work space; she has a bed in here and often hangs out while I write, but I see she’s wandered off to do other Yorkie-type things. Whatever it is that Yorkies do, that is. If she’s not asleep, she’s busy!
Plans for the weekend: I’m going to write, as I have some catching up to do after being sick, etc., and I plan to whip up a roast beef dinner for the crew as well. I might make another batch of hummus, too, in my handy-dandy Vita-Mix machine–BEFORE I try out a recipe for dog treats I stumbled across in the 2013 edition of “Farmer’s Almanac”. At 13, Bernice is a picky eater. She occasionally eats Mighty Dog, but mostly she expects me to chop up some liverwurst or fry a boneless, skinless chicken thigh. She’s not spoiled or anything. I have some wonderful new soap molds, too–and I’m trying to think of ways to share them with you, at least visually.
Cha-Cha, one of the kitties, is off getting her spring haircut today. When she comes back, she’ll have her lion-look going for her. We call her Chach of the Jungle when she’s just had a trim. It’s so cute–I’ll be tweeting a picture of her.
Earlier in the renovation process, there was a hole in the wall in the back of my bathroom towel closet, and Cha-Cha and Jitterbug both crawled in to explore. Jitterbug, who isn’t the brightest penny in the piggy bank, would forget the way out, and I’d have to set a plate of cat food on the closet floor and, at the same time, call her repeatedly. Now, the hole has been sealed, and both kitties have lodged complaints. Me, I’m just relieved.
I sat in one of my rocking chairs on the deck this morning, after devotions, just quietly hanging out with God, and it was so lovely and peaceful. No words, no worries–just Him and me. And the tulips and the daffodils and the sugar-bowl blue sky….
I’ve begun journaling in the way suggested in “Write Your Soul,” and that’s doing a lot to dispell the last of the winter blues. I expect the extra copies I ordered to arrive soon and, when they do, we’ll be setting up a giveaway right here on the blog.
Writing does heal the soul and, of course, so does reading. I have a new Mary Higgins Clark on my nightstand; finished Joy Fieldings’ “Shadow Creek” during the visit to Point Roberts.
Life is good, even when it’s challenging.
Enjoy your weekend, my friends. May the Lord make His face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you.
(I was raised on the King James version, can you tell?)