|my back porch|
I slept with the living room window open last night thinking that it wasn't going to get that cold and wouldn't impact me back in my bedroom. My bedroom is where the double windows are. The living room window is between the door and the sliding glass door, way down at the end where Pop is sitting working on Mom's fishing rod. (Ignore that bit of information if you're a stalker).
Anyways...then Little Kitty had a complete spaz attack trying to catch something creepy crawly on the ceiling at 3am. He knocked off the lamp, a book, my Nook, a bottle of water and was doing his dead level best to climb the wall. Seriously... he was trying to be Spidey-Cat. The only way to get him to chill out was to go sleep on the couch and close my bedroom door. If I wasn't such a Cat Lady I would have just put him outside the bedroom and closed the door. Instead I slept in the living room which was downright chilly. We have a stack of blankets in the living room taller than me and I was shivering under my two little blankets. Never crossed my mind to get another blanket and closing the window is a two person job because we have the upper portion of the window open and it has to be raised from the outside while someone on the inside locks it in place. I'm not sure that it's supposed to work that way but it does so shutting the window at 3am was not an option.
|kid carrying hose|
I just nagged Austin about something that I knew would aggravate him so that he would stop chatting and I could blog/watch The Five uninterrupted. Kid sleeps twelve hours a day and talks non-stop the other twelve. Maybe that's not great parenting but Mama needs a little peace and quiet.
I let Austin drive for a short distance this afternoon. We are in need of prayer. He is a long, long way from being ready to drive. We're talking... ten miles an hour and still running off the road. I was sure he was going to hit my parents' car as he was parking. Mercy.
|Little Kitty's favorite perch lately|
I finally got word today that I qualify for the free clinic. I have lab work on the 16th and an office visit on the 22nd. Here's my thing - instead of having a government sponsored health insurance brokerage coupled with a new tax to insure a tiny fraction of the people who don't have insurance, a program that is not fiscally sustainable... why not just help fund programs like this that care for the people who fall in between the cracks? I'm so grateful for this opportunity to receive medical care... grateful to the folks who established and fund and volunteer their time... and grateful to God for allowing me to live in a community that takes care of its' own.
|Small portion of wood that was cut down yesterday|
We got some trees cut down yesterday. That was exciting. Also exciting - the large amount of firewood.
Austin does a much better job of driving the riding lawnmower than he does driving a car. Maybe his first car should be a golf cart. Wrapped in bubble wrap.
I know I've probably told this story a thousand times but every time I think about golf carts I'm reminded of the time that Purple Michael and I went out for a ride on a golf cart in Peachtree City. Peachtree City is a planned community that is connected by golf cart paths. You can literally drive your golf cart to the grocery store or to restaurants or even to the chiropractor. (I did that once but don't recommend it... you get all out of alignment again with all the bumps on the way home.) We wanted to get to Fuddruckers but couldn't figure out how to cross the big highway to get there. We took what we thought was a shortcut through some land that was under development. The ground was super, super soggy and the golf cart quickly got bogged down in mud. I jumped out of the golf cart and suddenly realized that the ground was covered in worms - apparently to aerate the soil - the ground was literally crawling with them - even the nearest road was covered. Michael and the kids tried to pull the cart out of the mud and it toppled over while I was trying to keep the worms off of me! It was absolutely insane and hilarious.
|Stubby flaunting the stub in his famous Buddha Sit|
I'm good like that. I once slid down the steep hill that my kids' other grandmother lives on. I was holding two kids at the time - Ryan was about five and Cody was about one - and neither one hit the ground. I fell one time in Cracker Barrel carrying Ryan when he was about six months old. I hit the ground hard but he didn't. Another time I fell on an icy road carrying Ryan when he was a toddler. I hit the pavement hard but Ryan didn't. I owe my worthless spine to being a really good mom.
Today while walking down the outside stairs (which are a little steep) I felt something pop in my left knee and I can't stand to bend it now. Because I didn't have enough stuff to whine about.
And that's what's up this Wednesday. Love and hugs, y'all.