Happy Right Where I am

It has been awhile since I have written because my computer was down. Since last time i have many new chicks, my Mohawk girl healed and is now back in the coop. We also had a Nor-eastern snow storm. Thanks giving came and I celebrated it by eating what I raised and being ever so grateful for all I have: my food, my friends, my furry and feathered family. I am in contact with people who are truly off the grid and BOY my heart yearns to be there also. No electricity, no cars, no big business, no PTA, no grocery store appeals to me. Can you hear it singing in my heart? The other side is I am old, there are things i should not be doing even though i thrive on the challenge. I am doing the splits but I think wisdom would dictate that I remain where I am and become more and more self sustaining and I can pull myself off the grid here as well. i have way too much money invested in fruit trees etc to ever leave. I have often thought that, God forbid, if anything happened to my home, I would build a tiny cabin right here and live.

On the subject of God and His Return

I do not know when or HOW He will come back but I do know where to find Him, He will be amongst the homeless, the prostitutes, the unwanted. He will be with that duck or dog or cat that has just been let out on an empty road to fend for itself. He will be with the child who has been bullied so long he has now given up hope. He will be with that wife left for a younger woman after enduring violence from the hand that promised to take care of her, He will be with the physically and cognitively challenged, the deformed, the sick and the abused. He loves the "throw aways"...we don't.. so look for Him there. He will not be in the Church, or in prayer groups, or a revival meeting He will be serving the throw aways, the cast outs, the forgotten, the unlovable.

Timothy

This is Timothy, he is 4 or 5 and he is half Japanese Shin and half Pekinese. He is a very good boy. He was sick today...not sure why but I think he has turned a corner now and I am hoping for him to have total healing by tomorrow. This little boy takes no guff from the large dogs. he can hold his own. He has a lion's heart.

It is worth it

This makes cold weather worth it. For me, there is nothing as cozy and warm as the heat from a wood burning stove. Come sit with me, bring your quilting and we will visit.

Jack

Jack AKA "Auchi Boy" is 9 and he is a black labrador Retriever. He is, by far, the sweetest boy ever. He would not hurt a fly. He is not needy or demanding. When Auchi was 2, he suffered a grand mal seizure and it was pretty severe. Scared me to death. I always believe in trying the least invasive thing first. I changed his food, I put him on grain free and he has never had another seizure. The first one left him with some quirks. He is slightly claustrophobic and hates steps...will not climb but I have been working with him daily for months now and he does come up the stairs without my being there now. I babied him for years and thought to myself, "this is ridiculous" so I quit. Looking back, I was enabling his fear and not moving him towards independence. Then I had my injury and things stopped for quite awhile. Jack is a darling, kind, loving, and playful. he is my buddy boy.

Gracie

I have 5 dogs. I love them all. They are family but I want to introduce each one separately because each one is very different. Gracie is now 10 years old. She is a chocolate Labrador retriever and a very good girl. She earned her AKC CGC and then her license as a Therapy Dog. When she was a puppy, she had some physical issues and had to have major surgery, I stayed up all night with her and comforted her the best I could. When I got my head injury, that night she poked me every couple of hours...at the time, I had no idea why she did that, but looking back, I know she was being my nurse. There were nights I had trouble sleeping and she would come and lie down by me, and, as always, I would wrap my arms around her, and she would begin breathing slow and deeply until I fell asleep. When she was about 2, I had pneumonia. I had gone outside because the garbage was going to be picked up and I wanted to get a bag out there. On my way back in, I had to cough and knowing how painful that was going to be, I leaned up against my car and began coughing. The very next thing I knew, Gracie had gone through the screen door and was at my side. Gracie is like a sister to me. She has common sense and a very big heart and; thank God, she loves me.

FRUSTRATION

I am really frustrated with myself and so I am going to talk about it so it does not grow and then I am going to end this specific blog with some cute chick photos to create some joy. I am trying really hard to be responsible and to be a good steward to all that God has provided and in doing so, I thought it a good day to empty the gas out of my chainsaw and weed whacker lest I muck up the carburetor. So I take the gas cap off the weed whacker, set it down and open the gas container and set that cap down and drain the gas from the weed whacker. I put the cap back on and grab my chainsaw and repeat the process. I am all done and turn to get the gas can top and it is not there. I look everywhere and it is nowhere to be found. I know it did not have legs and there was no one else around to blame, so I knew I put it somewhere "safe". Mind you, it was not just a gas cap, it had a long bright red and white built in funnel. How could I lose that? I did because I am "special". Long story short, I found it on a tool bench I do not even remember using. Grrrrr. Now, for some joy: