My chicken dream

Chickens were lined up sitting on a conveyor belt.

One chicken that can’t seem to sit up straight sadly thinks to herself, “I can’t do any better than sit sideways.”
Eventually this chicken neared the end and was sitting straight up, “Finally, I am sitting upright!”
Then she plunged off the conveyor belt.

chickens coloredThis was an actual dream I had one night.

Possible take away lesson:

  • Don’t worry if you are out of sync with everyone else. It’s really okay to lean a little this way or that way.
  • Life isn’t long enough to be so introspective. Enjoy it before it’s over.
  • When you do find happiness, it might not last too long. 😦




house porchI love B&Bs!  This is the Inn on York Street in Chester, SC where Daniel and I went for a little get-away. It’s a small, quiet town where you can go to do absolutely NOTHING! And that is just what we needed. 🙂 I loved the quiet and peacefulness and just being with my man alone. We are coming up on our 19th wedding anniversary. It’s hard to believe that it has really been that long.

house broomOur room. Comfy bed and large bathroom.

house front yardThe view from the front porch. Our host and hostess, Mark and Sandy, were a lovely English couple. I wish we could have gotten to know them a bit more. They gave us hugs when we left. Sweet people!

house rabbitWild rabbits nibbled the grass in the yard. Lots of birds and squirrels peppered the yard as well. And the honey suckle was intoxicating.

peace boatWe did take a boat out on the lake at the state park. No, not a canoe or kayak as we would have preferred, but a nice fishing boat.

peace Daniel boatDaniel thought we would go faster if he stood up and paddled. And we did, but it was a funny way to navigate a fishing boat.

peace trailAfter our short boating trip across the lake, we decided to hike around the lake. Quiet and peaceful – until I saw a snake on the trail. I screamed, grabbed Daniel’s arm and frightened him. Daniel doesn’t expect his country wife to scream over a black snake. The poor snake quickly slithered away.

peace DanielA tree you can see through. Hello, Daniel.

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Pretty flowers along the trail.

peace KarenWatching my husband meandering in a snake infested area so he could see the creature that was croaking so loud.

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A cool house with a metal roof and turret along our route.


peaceDaniel and I had a lovely time together. It’s hard to convey the delights of a peaceful, beautiful time, but it was truly a delightful time with my husband of 19 years (almost). 🙂

Since Cassie is down at the state capitol learning all about our government and Daniel has a three home inspection day, Alex and I decided to have a bit of fun as well as a challenge.  We hopped on our bikes and rode two miles to the Swamp Rabbit Trail and then to Traveler’s Rest. It’s hard for a mother to find interesting things to do with an almost teenage son. You can’t just go shopping or paint your nails or go get dessert and talk. Well, the dessert idea may work out okay. But generally it needs to be active – and sometimes that’s hard to do for a mom.

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I love the Swamp Rabbit Trail!  We saw so many bikers, runners, walkers and some people that looked like they just wandered onto the trail accidentally. And it’s beautiful! Lovely dogwoods, wisteria, and lots of green. I love spring. I have missed green.

srt 2Alex rode circles around me. I would rather run up a hill than bike up a hill, but Alex can do both and not break a sweat.

srt 3I begged to take a break when we got to Furman. We had been riding for about an hour, and I knew that I had just made a huge mistake. My body ached and my legs were burning, but TR isn’t much further and I didn’t want to disappoint that kid of mine.

srt 4We took a bit more of a break and admired the beautiful campus of Furman University.

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We stopped to watch the ducks and this other creature, a beaver, maybe.

srt 7We finally made it to Traveler’s Rest and stopped in here to refuel.

srt 9This is me, so happy to be sitting on something other than a bicycle seat! Can you see the pain in my face and the relief?

srt 8Alex – he didn’t really need a rest. No, that kid doesn’t tire. Just don’t let him run out of water and he’s good to go. And go we must.

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But first we bought a couple of shirts because we felt we deserved them. Okay, I felt like I deserved one.

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Thank you, Swamp Rabbit, for letting us ride your trail. It was lovely and great fun.









But now I know that I should never think I can hop on a bike and ride 22 miles in one day when I haven’t been on a bike in forever. I just hope I can walk tomorrow and sit down. 🙂


My Clementine, my female doe, met an untimely, violent death this week.clementine

I am heartsick and guilt ridden. And I have felt revengeful, angry, and then back to sad and guilty. I know predators kill, but I also know “in the beginning” it wasn’t so for God created and “It was good.” But because of sin, we have death and there lies my ultimate guilt. There is also hope, though.

The wolf shall dwell with the lamb,
and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat,
and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together;
and a little child shall lead them.
The cow and the bear shall graze;
their young shall lie down together;
and the lion shall eat straw like the ox.  Isaiah 11:7-6 ESV

Clementine also left behind a litter of kits – four babies who had only known one day of life. We are trying to keep them alive but their chances of survival are very low. We will feed them and keep them warm and hope.

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Hoping and praying.

Personalities of…

Personalities are fascinating to me. People can’t be put in a box, but it definitely helps to evaluate and delve into the intricacies of what makes a person tick. On one of our vacations we took the descriptions of the four personality types from the Myers-Briggs test and tried to figure each other out. It was insightful in many ways.  But I have learned that cats have distinctive personalities as well. Ah, you thought I was going to talk about the interesting personalities of my family.  I’ll leave that for another day. Lately, the cats have been on my mind, so I will give space to them.

First, we hapippenve Pippen. He came to us about ten years ago. He is middle age right now. We named him after the hobbit in The Lord of the Rings—the one who had a propensity for getting into trouble. We have often said that he is all beauty and no brains. He is as sweet as pie, though, and doesn’t have a mean hair on his body.

He starts bathing, soon tires and goes to sleep. Pippen is so laid back that when a toddler picked him up by his head one time, he endured it as a trial he must bear. He loves to sleep at the corner of the carport or the housetop. I think he likes to pretend that he has a contentious wife that he must flee from.

He is a cat of few words and so I think he would definitely be an Introvert. His most infamous act was mistaking my in-laws’ suitcase for a litter box. I don’t believe he will ever live that down.

jamimaSecond, we have Jamima as in Jamima Pussy Cat, a take off of Jemima Puddle Duck, a Beatrix Potter creation. I know her name is spelled wrong, but that is how I spelled it for the vet and you know, once it’s on the record that is what it is. Jamima is intense and fussy. Once she begins bathing  herself, you cannot deter her from that most important duty. She likes things to be just so. Jamima is a serious cat who doesn’t like a lot of noise. Boots are most loathsome to her. She believes they indicate her demise is at hand. Jamima jumps at the slightest disturbance  – one time jumping two feet straight up in the air when she was touched slightly on her back. She flees from the smallest bug as well.

She also believes that she should be submissive to the elder and larger cat, Pippen. She always lets him eat first, lets him come inside first, and lets him win every battle. I’ve told her that females have rights and that she doesn’t have to play second fiddle to Pippen, but she strongly believes  it is her place to make way for him.She is also an Introvert. She will stand at an empty bowl for hours on end without saying a word when she is hungry.  Jamima’s most infamous act was having a littler of kittens in my closet.

Third, Cosette – the little rocket that has rocked Pippen and Jamima’s world. She is wide open. She hasn’t reached adulthood, but there areIMG_4518 indications that she is not like the first two cats AT ALL.  She submits to no cat, disregards size and age and gender, she’s the boss. She will insert herself in between the two older cats when food is  dished out, pushing her head between theirs.

She doesn’t wait for food either. She will let you know that her bowl is empty every two hours of so. Thus, she is no introvert. She also climbs in laps uninvited just to get petted or to make a nice place to sleep. If there is a book or computer in the lap, that’s okay, she will just plop herself on top.

She loves to play with the very serious Jamima which irritates the elder cat to no end, causing her to spit, hiss, and growl. This noise only makes Cosette enjoy the game more.  She follows Pippen around with a bit more respect, but will pounce on his tail at any given time.  Her most infamous act hasn’t occurred yet, I don’t believe. The taunting of the elder cats is enough drama for right now.

If there were a Myers-Briggs test for cats, I would give it to my cats and to see if I have analyzed them well enough. I’m sure they would surprise me in some way and I would say, “I didn’t know that. You never told me you felt that way.” Cats are mysterious and do keep things hidden like that. Just when you think you know them,  you find they don’t really like their bellies rubbed or their fur brushed backwards, and you wonder what else is there that you haven’t learned or been perceptible enough to know.

Actually, can you call it a personality of a cat since a cat isn’t a person. Maybe we should call it felinality.

Coffee first

I woke with a massive headache, so I stayed in bed – a long time. All the other occupants of the house went merrily on their ways to help a friend move and to help a neighbor with firewood. These people that I live with are such good people! Anyway, I eventually convinced myself that getting up and drinking a hot cup of coffee would dispel the pain raging in my head.
I started the coffee, poured cream into my coffee mug, and noticed three little notes left on the counter by one of those good people that I live with. Apparently he needed help. So while my healing tonic steeped, I tackled a little paperwork. When I finished with that, I went back through the kitchen and noticed some dirty dishes, so I put them in the dishwasher before tackling item number two on the little note left for me. When that was finished, I anticipated my hot coffee, the hopeful cure to the war inside my head. But where was my coffee mug with the creamer in it? I looked everywhere. Then I recalled the “milk” I poured out of a cup that I presumed one of those good people had left before going about their good deeds. Aaauuuggg! I poured my creamer right down the drain! That means that I would only get one cup of coffee because there had been only enough cream for two cups. I can only hope one of those good people can bring home some creamer as I see that it will be at least a two cup morning.
What I learned: Coffee first, always put coffee first!

Ladybug Picture — Flower Wallpaper — National Geographic Photo of the Day.