Autumn and Catching The Smartest Cat In The World

 Well, we are in the first day of October. Not exactly consistently cool yet but cool mornings are welcomed...not the fog so much but it will burn off soon enough. We are crossing the to dos off the list in anticipation of cataract surgery for me later this month. So, earlier than usual I am exchanging fall/winter for summer clothes. Roy has scheduled all the appointments for here at the house to be ready for winter. It could be a cold and wet or snowy winter but we shall see. 

I came across a picture of someone from the very long ago when we first started attending First Baptist Houston. We were in Sunday School together. She was very put together clothes wise and it seems she did some modeling. Many Sundays she wore a hat, angled just so slightly where her eyes remained hidden. Dang, she had her act together back them and of course I was and still can be an early embracer of the disheveled look. Back then I had no other choice, so I went with it. Now, it's a choice, but I digress. One Sunday morning, in class, I popped my head under her hat cause I was curious to what she might be hiding. I don't know if I was bored or what but the whole class cracked up. Soon enough the beautiful lady and her handsome husband left our fair church for greater unknowns. Only, I don't know what they found or that huge success they had dreamed of in church world. No one that I hung around with kept up with them, but soon enough on FB, she popped up this year. Wow! That fine bone structure and angles had morphed into a kindly grandmother look. Didn't notice a hat in any recent pics but she retired as a school teacher. There is nothing bad about morphing into a grandmother look, but she is one of those who I felt would beat it. I mean you can hold back time somewhat, but the skincare regimen is costly and so very time consuming. The adage of only taking fifteen minutes a day has never enticed me, cause it is the fifteen minutes of the day when I am wanting to go to sleep. 

This person appeared as if on cue on FB while reading Kristin Du Mez's latest book, Live, Laugh, Love. It goes deeply into everything and every thing I wouldn't have thought would be connected. Starting with a book published in the late 1800's, which I read but not in the 1800's but in the 1970's, and it sets the tone. While being limited to book reading and screen time until cataract surgery, I would have consumed this book faster than I did. Wow! I told Roy after reading it, all the things I rejected as fluff or gratuitous wasn't my rebellion but could it be, would it be, discernment? Being a few of the fortunate ones, I had the opportunity to make fun of all this junk doing Mildred and Gertrude performances. Most of all the laughs were based on true stories in the church and we tried to disguise them enough so no one recognized themselves. But the fact that Amway, Precious Moments, and most MLM products are part of the history that shaped many. I don't know how many offers I turned down of some exciting investments or business opportunities on my own and I dictated the time, and I don't remember in the book that if The Prayer of Jaybez is mentioned but dang, that was one big ol marketing opportunity for Lifeway or whomever manufactured the fury of claiming territory. 

For years I have said it is the women who carry the water buckets for this hyper energized atmosphere of men in leadership, the women are more dangerous than the guys pushing the dogma. Their worth and dare I say influence, no it is probably more like their power comes from toting those pails and enforcing "rules" with a vengeance that could put most of these hyper energized male leaders to shame. If the woman is from the south, there is even more danger in how things are done in a super southern/spiritual way that can do such gracious and lasting damage. ***note*** We are in John 4 in church. Our pastor is jubilant to preach the gospel and it shows. I love it! Anyway, the woman at the well...she is getting water and he pointed out how heavy those water jars were empty as well as full. Those biblical women doing the water procurement must have been very strong and had muscles, while never even stepping into a gym. I kind of laughed to myself knowing what I had written on the blog. I also had this thought, I wonder if the disciples ever got upset they were sometimes about the business of getting food. Did Judas think I didn't sigh up for this "kitchen duty" because I am looking for this job to advance my resume when Jesus takes down Rome. Of course, the ministry of Jesus held much more and great lessons of serving. This little rabbit hole has opened up a few tabs on the computer. I will get back to reading those later. 

One water bucket carrier that remains in memory from those long ago days when new ideas on worship were all the rage had this brilliant idea that our church could use that time honored Baptist tradition of liturgical dancing, with long ribbons on a stick. Guess kind of like rhymical gymnastics. As I listened to the talk, that was really a small circle of her friends and when she realized that Peggy and I were standing there as well, she tried to make the circle even smaller. She explained there was a school that would teach the liturgical moves with the sticks and ribbon. We asked questions and as the circle kept growing tighter in, she explained that these were very intricate moves. Not just anyone could pick up a stick with a long ribbon on it and praise the Lord. Peggy said, there's a school? A class? Nancy and I are the two most athletic women standing here and you don't think we could twirl a ribbon on a stick? I don't think the ribbon dancing went anywhere cause I never saw it used in worship, unless it was a Christmas program. If memory serves, I think the stick dancing went the way of all weird ideas, to the heap of disappointments. 

October still holds some cooler temps and some warm temps. Ready for fall and those coming days. Things are moving along for cataract surgery. Got the eye drops and all the instructions. We had Circle Joy Monday and as always, God is so present in those meetings. I love them, the meetings and the sisters in Christ. 

We are feeling accomplished because we got the smartest cat in the world to the vet. It took two weeks of planning, feeding the orange boys in their sleeping quarters, and trying to rehearse getting the cat carrier into the house without a sound of warning. Buster is home and acting friendly, but Willie who we weren't even trying to catch has hold up in his hidey place. I'm holding lunch for he and Mr Mo. 

The Shortest Time of The Year

 Day one of official capturing of the other five cats concluded with two caught and one war wound suffered by Roy is the attempted capture of Buster. Good thing Roy had on jeans, isn't on a blood thinner and his determination is still strong to get the others in. He is also current on all his shots. So far, only Mr Mo has come over to me, the rest are hiding or laying low. We shut all the doors upstairs so they couldn't blend in under the bed. I believe all the family later this afternoon will have good naps. 

Later in the evening I realized I had suffered a claw injury. Buster got his back feet against me as I tried to hold on but alas all I have his little puncture wounds that could be used like that children's game, connect the dots. Thus the red little dots showing up on my tshirt. Roy was able to get everyone to go to bed at the usual times. We gave Chubola her meds a little early and then I took my book and ice tea to the room to sit with her. Of all the unexpected things she ate a little, not unexpected and then sat next to me asking for pets. She moved onto my lap. I was so happy cause this is another breakthrough with her. She even moved toward the brush letting me know she was interested. So, we sat there while I brushed her.

Day two of catch those cats in some ways, easier and in other ways harder than day one. No surprise element. Roy got Willie into a bathroom and it sounded like world war III was happening. Roy came out the victor with Willie caught. So Mr Mo and Willie went to the vet. Now only Buster is left and he has an appointment on Monday. We welcome the two days of rest. All these kitties are watching us with side eyes and soon enough that will watching will become a distant memory until this time next year. Oh my. 

We had to miss going with friends for lunch at The Pisgah Inn. Several said how cool it was but a little hazy. That's okay sometimes the haze makes for more interesting pictures. 

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We never got Buster to the vet office. We have an appointment in a couple of weeks and we have a new plan but we wanted some time to get him off alert each time we enter a room. This morning even though Baxter got his visit with the vet and the vaccination against this cold stuff, he is sneezing just a bit. Keeping an eye on him. I am in the process of getting all the bed clothes washed from the front room which served as Chubola's quarantine room.  I think I will also use the time to get things ready for recovery after cataract surgery. Having a clear area to get Chubola from underneath the daybed caused me to finally organize books and notebooks. As they say the ADHD brain needs a deadline or an emergency to get things taken care of. I have a ways to go being openly more organized but it is always good to make a start. I am so ready for all these little kitties to feel better and return to their life of ease and food on demand. Wait! That didn't change, oh well. 

Our Monday morning began early, well mornings always are early but you know this Monday was having to get out and about in the world. Roy's truck had a service appointment for new back brakes, oil change, all the filters changed, tires rotated and balanced and yearly inspection. Wow, that bill was a few dollars cheaper than the emergency vet bill. I picked Roy up from the shop and we headed toward Weaverville for a few errands. Got all that done and returned home. Then the exhausting Buster hunt and then that about did me in for the rest of the day. The fog yesterday morning was so thick and really never let up anyplace along the routes. This morning we have rain. 

I finished our book club book and I loved it! The story well told based on historical Asheville/Madison County/Buncombe County history. Because of the need to avoid eye strain, I read it in small segments because normally I would have devoured this several weeks ago. 

The first morning of fall is not disappointing. Feels like a corner weather wise has turned. Must resist wearing everything fallish today...boots are calling, no rain is falling...summer retreating...the shortest time of the year has started. 

Job 6:6-7 Life Lessons From the Word That Will Change Your Life

 On Monday in the waiting room of the Smash and Grab, mammogram, I found myself in an interesting conversation with a young woman who accompanied her grandmother. The young woman wearing the contemporary of the day and I in my usual jeans, tshirt and tennis shoes. In that brief moment we talked for a just a minute but she asked if were jeans my usual choice. Yep, if I can, I do. I think it is because of what I came into clothes styles in the 70's. The dressier code was on the way out and I embraced casual for many reasons but mainly it was the cheaper version of looking presentable. The young woman lamented she couldn't get her grandmother to wear jeans and my response, what's her age? She was about 8 or 9 years older than me and part of the I wear jeans as a last resort generation. Well, some of that last resort generation. About that time my name was called to go behind the golden door. I still have trouble with those hospital gowns they give you at all doctor offices. I never get those ties correctly together. By the time I got home from the smash and grab, Hobby Lobby and Marshall's, the results were waiting for me in my inbox. All is well, all is clear, but I did learn as long as you are mobile you don't age out of the mammos. 

This morning the view from the rear window was spectacular as usual. The view has always been there but in the last couple of years moving to the other side of the room helped me discover the arching trees framing the view especially when our neighbors horses are in the lower pasture. Of course in the late summer the fog contributes that reminder of looking through a glass darkly. The forecast is for another hot one but soon the feel and look of fall will be upon us. 

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And now we are well into a ber month with times moving quickly, more to attend to than I am really wanting to do but I have to and the like. So this morning instead of going with this line of thought I decided I would bring back a blog post from September 13, 2009. Oh there are many things and thoughts that have fallen by the wayside but I do remember the particular Sunday I wrote about. 

Job Was Sick So Long, Till the Flesh Fell Off His Bones 2009

In Sunday School today as the teacher was referring to different verses, she knew them by memory and you could tell that knowing them so blessed and ministered to her but I never opened my Bible to look at those verses she referred to and I am such a visual person. Peggy and I concluded that memorizing scripture, tons and tons of it, should probably not be talked about to others, so a natural overflow happens. The Word ministers and you're not standing there thinking, oh this must be part of the 1000 verses he/she are trying to memorize this year.


OK, so I did use some of the announcement time in Sunday School, since it went on much longer than usual, to try and find a verse in Job that I had seen this week. Job is a funny book and I think I have more trouble reading it, more than the book of Revelation. It's like, you shouldn't read anything that the three friends said to Job since God chastises them at the end for what they said. So, I find myself just reading Job's replies and then what God says. Anyone else think these kind of thoughts?

Anyway, I found the verses I was looking for. These verses would have been great to know and have memorized as a kid for not cleaning my plate. I tried to share this verse with Carole Lewis, National Director for First Place for Health, this morning. I think it would be a great verse to know in First Place. But, I am going to memorize these verses for such a time as needed. You know those times, table talk, small group sharing, and the like, especially when you aren't sitting with friends or people who should know better than always believe what your sharing.

Is tasteless food eaten without salt or is there flavor in the white of an egg? I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill. Job 6:6-7

Wouldn't it be fun just to answer some deep, deep theology question with verse 6?

Learned Person: So I believe that Calvin would back me up on this and of course we are all familiar with what happened on the plain of Dura.

Me: ah yes, of course. It is written, is tasteless food eaten without salt or is there flavor in the white of an egg? Why do the birds go on singing, why do these eyes of mine cry? Don't they know it's the end of the world and it ended when you said goodbye.

Learned Person: oh yes of course because deep calls to deep at the sound of Thy water falls and we should not forget His benefits.

Me: I wake up in the morning and I wonder why everything's not the same as it was. No I can't understand, no I can't understand why life goes on the way it does. I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.


Only in my imagination, that is running away with me, would any of this happen. But hey, we need to dream and have BHAG type of goals.

Since there are all kinds of lyrical references in this post, I cannot sign off without leaving you with this. I have written that I end my workout with the song, I'm Not Tired Yet. Well, the second to last song I listen to is this

Job was sick so long till the flesh fell off his bones. You know his wife, cattle and his children, everything he had was gone. But Job in his despair, he knew that God still cares and He may not come when you want Him, but He's right on time, right on time.


You can't hurry God. No, you just have to wait. No you can't hurry God, you just have to wait. Oh oh, you can't hurry God, you just have to wait. He may not come when you want Him, but He's right on time, right on time.

Actually, the song is wrong. He still had his wife, she said curse God and die. Job responded very piously and thoughtfully to her, is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?

 

Of Life Onto Fall

 Ah yes, the bionic life is coming closer and closer. Now to go with my advanced hearing due to hearing devices...new description of hearing aids, I too will join the cataract surgery club in October. Believe me, I need all the extra help and in thinking about the circle system of resolving one health issue, two more will show up, I think this might work in reverse as well. Hoping this eye tweak will help with balance. I know I became less confident with walking and steps when I had to wear glasses full time. Hmm...perfect timing with autumn on the horizon and a mountain coaster I've wanted to ride. The eye exam yesterday made my spidey senses on alert. It wasn't too much of, well it's your decision to or not to, but this year that was made minute and the emphasis on you need to take care of this...sooner than later. The doctor is going on a three week vacation in September so remembering bilateral knee replacement during Thanksgiving holidays I chose after he returns home. If I needed any other proof that I need this surgery, I just looked at the Anthropology site on my phone and thought I saw a nativity set but when I clicked on it, dogs with place card holders. Gee...

This morning I read a short essay by one of my favorite authors. Thought provoking as she ponders, well more than ponders the effect of abuse, violence and neglect in her family line. She just put it out there but knowing her from her readings, there is something to come of this and dare say in the genre of victory. Her writings are not filled with bubbly affirmations nor does it seem to be thoughts that will become a two part book deal. And I might add not selling product she has found useful in farm life. She has had great mentors and she in turn has been a great mentor to young women both as a mom and spiritually as a believer. Very level headed. As she shared the facts and then the "I wonder ifs."  I began to think about our family's linage and the "what ifs" and the "I wonders." The only time I can remember really feeling empathy for my father was when my grandmother, his mom, accused him of stealing money from them and it also gave her the chance to tell him every grievance and fault she had with him in front of family. My grandparents had $10,000 hidden all around their house but really just in shoe boxes. He had put that money in a CD for them but she didn't understand that. I believe we were on the cusp of her dementia. That is also when we found the dishes from last Thanksgiving in the dishwasher. These were from last Thanksgiving. He might have been different but he had a HUGE mother wound that he could never get over. Even in death his father was crying out for my father's brother when only my father was there. Now I am thinking that and I wonder, did he make that up cause I have heard other stories. All the agencies and others he bedazzled with adroit lies had to admit that he was the best liar they had ever encountered. Ironic, that in the FB memories from 2014, when my father demanded me to come pick up eight boxes now or they were going to Goodwill. Well, I was in NC for a month, looking for a house to buy and how in the world did he come to demand those boxes being picked up? Cause the one who betrays told him and dense headed me didn't realize the role that one who betrays was playing. Friends volunteered, delivery services recommended but alas I received the boxes in September curried by his friend, who still thought I was guilty of all he accused us of. Yea, it didn't look suspicious, a black woman with boxes in back of her Jag and I, a white girl in a Sequoia loading them in the back of the car at a nearly shuttered in mall. Funny, we saw several others doing the same thing. 

For such a hot and humid summer, the summer passed quickly. We are making that slow turn into autumn and then I will be able to use one of the all time favorite descriptions, autumnal. Different stores in the area are making this weekend their fall debut. Our ornamental cherry trees have been losing leaves but that is due to a fungal attack. We googled up the plan of prevention and will begin that operation once the temps drop which starts off tomorrow. 

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It's been a few days since last writing. For the meanwhile I have to restrict screen and reading time due to some eye issues, mixed with some bloodwork issues which has been delegated to; it could be something or it could be nothing. So, this is standard practice it seems, if I stay within my parameters things go better. My prayer is for the it could be nothing aspect. I could go audio books but dang, if my attention span is almost nonexistent. 

We are just days away from ber months and I am so excited. Hopefully, the temps will respect the ber. 

Mid August and Heading For the Homestretch

 Good morning. Our week has held some much welcomed rain and in our little area with very little of the storms passing through. The rain has kept Mike from mowing and he began yesterday after the heavens opened with a good rainstorm. Too wet to continue. Hopefully, he will be back today. The green is really green and the contrast to the sky makes for one beautiful view. 

Our little number 6, better known now as Chubola, is making those in her timing changes wanting to be petted. Each of these cats are different but when Chubola or Willie make a move toward being a family pet rather than a feral cat being inside the house it is welcomed. Willie spends more time downstairs on one of the chairs at the kitchen table. It's metal so cool for a long haired cat and it gives a great vantage point of the backyard as well as the kitchen and family room. Chubola is more interested in treat time so she watches when Roy goes upstairs cause the likelihood of treats in the bonus room go up. Buster and Mr Mo spend time with me more than the others. Buster likes to nap beside me while I read or nap. 

Monday morning I braved the early morning fog to my appointment for bloodwork. My doctor appointment was on Wednesday morning but not such an ungodly hour. We changed doctors this year so this was my first official "real" appointment for a checkup. Overall it was a good appointment, with improvements but I also encountered a few surprises that were not anticipated. In fact I am trying to get settled with I need to do and mark out appointments for the next few months. I am still processing and have yet to journal it all out and until I do, I won't have updates or news for those who ask. I have to come to the conclusion, well in process, that when you are younger and an issue pops up, you do the things to take care of it, you get better and you move on. Now, issues pop up, you take care of them the best way possible as an older one, but it might create several more issues that need attention. Maybe people think we don't have enough to keep us occupied so we get occupied with health or the lack thereof. Our personality, our minds and of course the bodies get caught up in a new identity, saying in the best cartoon voice, " I've been sick." Thinking it over, whether it be dental or medical or eye exam, it's all an adventure and I will take the ride as long as possible. The best timing of all, my new journal okay journals have arrived ready for rumination and processing. I do know this, that competitive spark in me reignited Wednesday morning. It has been a while. 

Our blackberries are just about finished, plums are ripening and tomatoes are still producing well. Roy has done such a great job. Roy went to Windy Hill Farm this morning to get peaches, red and yellow bell peppers. We have apples but neither one of us have checked them. Waiting for the grass to be mowed. We do need to have someone come and take out some overgrown areas that are difficult to get to. And the rain held off this afternoon so Mike was able to do a large part of the work today. So thrilled to see him this afternoon. Roy did check the apples and the birds have eaten most of them. That's good cause we don't do all the stuff you need to do to have a good apple crop.

I have yet to start the book club book and that is looking likely starting tomorrow. I am finishing up a book where the writer is related to the professional criminal but never knew him. He wrote the book after interviews with his great uncle in prison and those who knew him as he rose through the ranks. Almost finished with it. The book is Blood Relative, written in 2015. 

Now this journaling worthy, I bought items to put together as a project. First, I began the project and second, even though it is not turning out how I pictured it, I continue onward with it. That is the huge step, the stuff came out of the boxes and I worked on the project. Trying to overcome some ADHD brain antics. 

It has taken a year but the first Beth Moore reference in Bible study happened this week at the Presbyterian Church. It has been refreshing only because at my former church someone told a fib saying she and I were best friends and she didn't make a decision without my help. Hahahahahahaha! Let's see, not finished sarcastically laughing hahahahahahahahaha! I spent a lot of time undoing that fib. This week we read her poem on pride, which is very good. 

Roy is bringing home lunch and I need to finish up laundry. Just fed the kittos so nap time will be coming up.  Hmmm....maybe I should follow their lead. 

Bug, Birthday and Blessing

 Well, it happened. I was standing near the remaining blackberries that needed to be picked. Roy said something funny and I opened my mouth and laughed, then something larger than a gnat but smaller than a fly flew into my mouth. Shocked, yes, and swallowed, yuck! It kind of got stuck in my throat and with this dilemma, I ran to the garage spitting loogies as I went and got a bottle of lemonade. Didn't help, so I went in the house, ate a few cookies, drank the rest of the lemonade and then threw up just a little. Enough to get the bug and yes, I made it to the bathroom to deposit said bug out of my system. Meanwhile, Roy had gone into the yard to pick plums. I'm reminded of a song from childhood;

There was an old woman who swallowed a fly,
I don't know why she swallowed a fly,

Thank goodness I didn't swallow a fly. I did learn something in all of this, I am a pretty good spitter. Yes, just another one of those womanly arts....mastered.

I am another year older today. So thankful cause there were days I didn't think I'd make it to live this long. In 2008, said five years, ten is I was lucky and I am going on eighteen years this year. God is so good! I woke up after midnight because my toes were cramping...hmmm didn't I just read something the other day about this? I stirred enough to wake up Roy which is a difficult task after midnight. He started singing Happy Birthday to me, with his mouth guard on. Ah, melodious and off key but beautiful. By choice today is an ease into the day kind of day. Even got a birthday nap in cause I didn't have a good sleep night. 

In our Circle Joy yesterday we studied about rejoicing, joy and giving thanks. So I welcome along with cramped toes, a little bit of dizziness, and hearing aides, these wonderful blessings of ageing out of several things. The biggest one, jury duty. Yeah, I'm less than stellar of wanting to do that. I did have Fort Bend jury duty once and the case was settled before they called jurors. So the judge feeling some civic responsibility didn't let us leave right then and there, no he gave us a history lesson which really was very interesting. Just about at colonoscopies and mammograms age out age. The lesson yesterday was great and such lively discussion and sharing. The homework ended with Habakkuk 3, even though, yet and feet like hinds feet like a deer on the mountains.    

Here in the midst of summer when one tires a bit of the enthusiasm one experiences at the beginning of spring, you have to keep taking care of everything even though you'd just like to sit inside. We were out in the evening and it had cooled off tremendously. Roy watered the tomatoes and some of the flowerbeds. He pulled more vine from hell off of shrubs and then we felt the little bitty drops of rain. We closed up shop and in short order the rain fell and fell at a good pace. Told him he had primed the pump to get that rain to come on down. 

Our American Plums are doing so well. We got out there this afternoon since Mike came by and mowed to pick plums and tomatoes. We got so involved with harvesting I totally lost track of time and realized too late I wouldn't make it in time for choir. We've not been able to get out there or in the backyard to kill Japanese Beetles and to dead head roses and such. Cut back the wild blackberries. 

I am looking forward to this next year of conquering challenges and finding contentment in ordinary days. It is the best! 

Gruntled

I learned something wonderful Sunday at church. Our pastor asked us if we were gruntled. Now, immediately, I thought, nah, there isn't such a thing. We hear about disgruntled and usually the descriptive after that word is postal worker. Gruntled is a word and one that has been used for a very long time. The word gruntled means, pleased, happy, satisfied. Who knew? It is the right word that I have been looking for the past couple of weeks. We've talked several times over the past few weeks about being content. We have actually been experiencing that. How can one not be happy living in such a beautiful area with mountains surrounding our valley? So you might say, how is gruntled used in a sermon? Glad you asked, well kind of asked. We are in the book of John and looking at the first chapter, with an emphasis on John the Baptist. John was so gruntled to proclaim, 'Look, it is the Lamb of God!" 

In my daily readings I have found myself stopped on this, when Jesus says "in a little while." Found in John 16. Love the disciples haven't a clue what He is talking about and then they kind of get it and marvel at understanding after Jesus goes literal after speaking figurative. The memory came to me of my mom. She usually made extra pie dough whenever making a pie. My brother and I knew what that meant. She would roll out the dough, put butter, cinnamon and sugar on the dough, roll it back up and slice it and place it in the oven to bake. You know, cinnamon thingies. We could hardly contain our eagerness to have those as a special treat. So, we did what most kids do, we bugged our mom wondering when she would be finished making the pie and the pie was clearly the main event, so that she could assemble our dough. Her response to when was, in a little while. I think we tried to do other things but I am sure we made it back to the kitchen to check on progress. Now the best times? When she didn't make us save a few for our father. Oh, happy, happy day! Guess you could say we were very gruntled with the end result.

I find myself in those "in a little while" moments more concerned with the what and when, rather than the process. What gets my attention in the little while? Love the commentary in the Ray Stedman devotion I read explaining all that entails with little whiles. Yolanda Adams sings a song, Afterwhile. Great lyrics and message. Guess we could find ourselves in little or after whiles briefly or momentarily.

We had a storm Tuesday night, with tornado warnings. They say the last tornado warning for Asheville was in 1999. Going into Weaverville yesterday the roads were littered with tree limbs. The trees that had fallen had been removed from roads but all along the side were huge logs. The sky got that sick green gray and the wind was fierce. Only the very tall sunflower didn't make it. Our part of the county didn't have the worst of it but it was bad enough.

The Trio and The Boys are not getting along this week. It's getting a little too territorial for my liking. These cats live by, I want attention and I don't care if it is bad attention. Mr Mo spends his morning jealous, well make that his whole life, he is jealous. So he picks fights and the other cats are a little bigger than he. So, he acts out. Chubola retreats from all this nonsense, smart girl but she can deal it when she wants to. Willie has changed his daily residence from upstairs under the day bed, to downstairs on a cool metal kitchen chair. He is blessed and cursed with long hair. 

This morning I am here at home gruntled, happy and content. The cat battle zone is over for now and nap time is beginning. Even though I struggle many a Wednesday feeling time restricted, I was content. It has been a good feeling these past few months even in the midst of adjusting to new meds, being in beat (mostly) and realizing there are a few health issues (mostly) that will be addressed in the coming month, feeling pretty gruntled. I've been thinking and remembering good times that have parlayed themselves into the very gruntled now. Last night a Houston friend called and we laughed, we remembered, both of us sentimental but deny that and so we did that as well in our conversation. Such fun and exciting times and now things are fun but maybe not so exciting. Yet, I am gruntled. I need to be a better friend and have been remiss in being exactly that not just to Houston friends but friends here. I used to say in the long ago, I am not good at being many things, but I am good at being a friend. Back then when Roy poured himself into his career making sure it was all done to the best of perfection that might be out there, as he moved up or lateral and maybe in the beginning down, his goal was to give me the moon if I wanted it. He loved learning all those years and made him a great jack of all trades, accountant, auditor, compliance, law and oh yeah, there was a MBA in finance. I was always so thankful when we met he already had his CPA because I told him, I could never be married to someone who studied all the time. Apparently, I can be. I never thought he would adjust to retirement like he did and with that in mind had lined up all kinds of volunteer projects to keep him busy. Probably that would have worked in Texas but here he took to the slower pace of life. Twice in fact, he has apologized to me for being a work-a-holic and now realizes he put me in a situation where I needed to find worth and not be willynilly with my time. Those words mean so much. So, that's why I was a much better friend then than I am now.  Friendships were such a lifeline to living, they still are. 

Roy has gone to work out, stop in the grocery store and then Windy Hill Farms. I'm doing laundry and stop in between to write on the ol' blog. Think we are rather gruntled right now.