Rodgers 990 organ for sale

This is a 1960ish transistor 990 with wooden keys. It has been in continuous use since new, including 19 May 2013. It is being replaced with a new organ. As you can see by the photos (please excuse a spot or two on the camera lens), it has been lovingly cared for. I can see no damage and I didn't even dust it. The speakers are NOT included. The console could easily be used for a new instrument. Buyer to remove. Make an offer. If interested, please contact The Episcopal Church of the Holy Cross, 51 W Main St, North East, PA 16428 (just east of Erie), 814.725.4679, office at holycrossne period org.

Congress can fly but they ignore everyone else

Your flight was made a little easier? Oh, whoopee. What about those the sequester is really hurting? Read about the reality of it here then remember how your representatives voted when you vote.

Barn cat

Tim

Spring is sprung, we hope

The first coltsfoot of 2013. The only one in sight.

These croci came with the cottage I tore down almost 40 years ago. I didn't see them last year and wondered if they had finally died. There used to be one white one but I haven't seen it for several years.

Sunset at the Hartstown Swamp.

Friday cat blogging on Tuesday - updated

I can't have a cat in the house because I am deathly allergic to them. But PuddyTat has been so needy that I allowed her in the house today. She doesn't know how to use a litterbox but I gave her one by the front door and hope she uses it. Also filled her water dish with snow. She has had a nasal infection lately and suddenly become very clingy. She has never been this way before. I think she is on her way over the rainbow bridge. Makes me sad but I know it happens to all of us eventually. I'll make her as comfortable as possible until she goes.

I had her put down yesterday (Wednesday). She clung to me all day. It was difficult. She must have had some pain because she wanted to bury her head. I miss her. I'm sure she's having a great time reuniting with MamaCat and all the rest of the clan plus others who have been told to look for her. sniff.

Critter blogging

These live with my friends Shirley and Peggy. Good folks, all. 

The cat doesn't care that I'm in the house.

The dog is interested.

He is rather large.

Dogs are good. Cats are, um, interesting.

Friday cat blogging on Tuesday

PuddyTat is now well enough to join Tim on the cathouse roof for breakfast this morning. Both gals have been very antsy with the wind. They run to the bushes (Mother Nature's litterbox) then run full tilt to either the barn (Tim) or the second story of the cathouse (PT). PT still has a little congestion in her nose but she has far more energy now and comes out of her heated box whenever I open the door. A month ago I wondered if I would lose her. She's a tough old gal.

PuddyTat (left) and Timid are a year apart. They probably had the same father Tancat but different mothers. PT was born in a gopher hole under the carport in 1999. Both love to have their heads scritched but withdraw quickly if my hand strays to where I might pick them up. Tim may remain within sight but PT disappears whenever anyone else is around.

Nocturnal visitor is not a cat

This critter is quite used to me but will amble off if I'm outside. Cleans all the cat dishes. Has a snaggle tooth which is barely visible on the right side in the photo. Sorry but keeping the window clean is impossible.

Spring will come regardless of the weather

It was a bit too early in the morning for these to have opened this morning. They may get their blossoms frozen later in the week. Happy to see them.