And at home

So far the temporary cathouse cover is holding up. Praying it continues to do so. Glad it is channeled plastic rather than the usual shower curtain stuff.

Little One visits Dudie every day. Here he watches the rest of the world from the cathouse roof. He and PuddyTat are the only cats I see out and about. She leaves if anything unusual happens. She is still very antsy from when I took Little One to the vet.

Went to church slowly

It was a little slippery this morning but the roads were navigable with care. The snow wasn't blowing as much as it was New Years Day. 21 others made it to church which surprised and pleased us. The photo, by the way, is a color photo. Certain Christianists would love the whole world to be black and white all the time. I'm happy it isn't even tho I love snow more now that I'm retired.

Another snowy morning

We have lots of snow - almost up to the top of my muck boots but I haven't measured. The tops of a couple of the feeders are frozen so I couldn't get them off. There are 11 in all at the moment so the birds won't starve.

This is the view from my yard to the neighbors. Pretty, isn't it?

A mouse has taken up residence in the wren house on the left. No, that isn't a mouse eye. It had already run. I hope I can capture it with the camera eventually.

PuddyTat seems to have accepted Little One finally. I think the two of them spent the night together in Dudie's larger box on the middle shelf of the cathouse. Little One is the only feline who has been out cavorting in the deep snow so far today.

Prayers for Dudie, please. I hope to be able to lure him far enough into the kitchen that I can capture him Monday then take him to the vet for the final, perhaps only time.

Friday shuffle

1. Beer Barrel Polka
2. That's All - Ray Brown Trio
3. Hey! Baby - Bruce Channel
4. Rock Me - Steppenwolf
5. Donde Esta Santa Claus - Straight No Chaser
6. Don't - Elvis Presley
7. Shine - Jesse Stafford Orchestra
8. Got To Be There - Michael Jackson
9. Berlioz: Requiem, Dies Irae - Norrington
10. The Burning Babe - Taverner Consort
Extra: Remarkable Girl - Ted Weems Orchestra

Friday cat blogging

This is Paz, one of the three felines who live where I had New Years Day dinner. One of the other two is sick and the third has never revealed himself to me.

New Years Eve 2009

Part of the gang celebrating New Years Eve 2009 with friendship and laughter. May those of us of faith have a blessed 2010! May all of us find much laughter, fellowship and love despite what life hands us in 2010!

Temporary

It would be nice if the wind would stay away and all this would just freeze in place for awhile. If I could figure out how to anchor the bottom of the panels about 3 feet off the ground, I'd have this finished.

Snowy morning

Stop the bullets. Kill the Gun.

HT to Ann

The marriage problem

Once upon a time people didn't move much. It was not unusual for someone to live, work and die within 50 miles of their birthplace. The major worry when crossing state lines was during the holidays when the police would watch for Pennsylvania residents returning from Ohio with booze which was much cheaper there. Not only would a fine be levied but the cargo would be destroyed. Ouch.

Times have changed radically. People freely move about the country. Educational diplomas are honored everywhere even tho each state determines its own requirements. Driver licenses and car registrations are honored until the person can schedule necessary tests and file paperwork. Nobody needs to get remarried in the new place of residence.

Wait a minute. What's that? Some marriages in Iowa, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Vermont, New Hampshire and DC, not to mention Canada or Spain are not valid in Pennsylvania?

What if you had to pass a test to prove that you graduated from high school? What if your driver license was invalid and you had to give up driving until you passed the test in the new state or using the car until you had the new license?

It's time to pass a federal law making marriage in one state valid in all. If a couple is married, they are married. Period. While individual states may discriminate against who may or may not marry there, they should not be able to discriminate against other states any more than they can say that an educational diploma is invalid from state to state.

Harder to lose?

Critter blogging

Little One was in the narrow space between PuddyTat and Dude when I left for church on Christmas Eve.

Trinka

World's cutest grandnephew and grandniece

Christmas shuffle

1. The Coventry Carol - Taverner Consort
2. The Runaway Christmas Tree - Christine Lavin
3. Silent Night - Wynonna
4. While Shepherds Watched Their flocks by Night - Taverner Consort
5. We Three Kings - Toby Keith
6. Riu, Riu Chiu - Taverner Consort
7. Poulenc: O Magnum Mysterium - Westminster Choir
8. The All Purpose Carol - Christine Lavin
9. Noel Ayisyen - Concordia Choir
10. A Christmas Carol - Tom Lehrer
Bonus: Walton: What Cheer? - Trinity Choir

Before and during

This was the scene when I arrived at 12:30 am.

This was 9 hours later.

Merry Christmas to all!

Ready and waiting

The flowers are in place. The choir is rehearsed. All is ready and waiting. Tonight hope enters the world once again. Tonight unconditional love comes as a newborn child. For some, worship will present memories both happy and hurtful. May the love of Jesus fill the voids left by those who have departed our world this year. Hugs and blessings to all!

Insurance insanity

From a Friend:
One small example of why we need Health Care Reform -- just got the cardiac surgeon's bills from the hospital where Jim died -- insurance company denied all payments because there was no fracking referral from his primary care physician. They tell me I can get one backdated but why in the hell should I deal with the primary physician's office -- this the guy who hung up the phone on me when I was tyring to get information from him about my husband's blood presssure medications. How and why does one need a referral through the HMO when one is in the process of dying? Grrrrr...............

Creative Canada

WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?
If You Build It, THEY Will Come...

This is the actual turn-off From Banff, Alberta, Canada to the #1 highway to Calgary .

Great picture isn't it? They had to build the animals their own crossing (especially the elk) because that was where the natural crossing was and after the highway was built there were far too many accidents.

It didn't take the animals long to learn that this was their very own bridge!
And then you have some people saying 'Animals are stupid.'

Really....?

HT to Bill T

Jumping Junco

One view of The Nutcracker

Friday cat blogging on Sunday

Guess who almost never ascends to the cathouse roof but now seems to have taken over Little One's box which is cozier and heated. Both Dude and PuddyTat know to close the eyes when the camera is around. Yes, that is a little plate of chicken in front of Dudie. PT wasn't hungry so I took hers away.

The world's cutest grandnephew

Magic pjs help the kid fly...

Winter berries

For most of the year, I dislike this hedge intensely. Its thorns are nasty. It has spread like wildfire all over the property thanks to the birds who eat these berries in winter. On grey days like today, however, I appreciate the bit of color.

Christ Church children sing and play violins

Click on the photo of the church at the top of the right column to go to the church's website then scroll down to see a short movie.

Another one for Padre Mickey and MadPriest

For Padre Mickey and MadPriest

who are posting, um, interesting "music". I actually prefer the accordian version I heard on my favorite radio station from Cortland, OH this morning. I don't recommend you listen to the postings on either Padre Mickey's Dance Party or OCICBW.

Voodoo

Anyone have access to a large quantity of voodoo dolls? I need one for each Republican senator and a few folks who think they are Democrats. And a couple pounds of straitpins.

Friday cat blogging

Scritch me, Mom!

PuddyTat watches while Tommie, Tim and Little One eat.

Dude barely gets out of his box to eat.

Meanwhile Jellico waits in his box until everyone else has eaten.

Outdoor cats don't do the cute things indoor cats do.

Friday shuffle

1. Wonderful, Wonderful - Johnny Mathis
2. Vivaldi: Concerto for 2 Trumpets, Allegro
3. Tears on My Pillow - Little Anthony and the Imperials
4. Incense and Peppermints - Strawberry Alarm Clock
5. I'll Be There - Jackson Five
6. One Bad Apple - Osmonds
7. arr. Rutter: Now Thank We All Our God - Cambridge Singers
8. You're That Certain Someone - Warrior River Boys
9. Only Love Can Break a Heart - Gene Pitney
10. Tennessee Rag/Beaumont Rag - Chet Atkins & Doc Watson

Prayers for Whiteycat

Samantha has been losing weight. So far no diagnosis. Please pray for Sam and especially for Sam's biped Whiteycat who is very worried.

Friday cat blogging on Wednesday

Dudie now has his own box on the middle shelf of the cathouse. PuddyTat changed boxes yesterday so Little One took over the box with the heating pad.

World's cutest grandniece and grandnephew

Friday cat blogging

Here are the cats who are braving the winter here or nearby. PuddyTat is barely visible behind Little One and Tommie while Tim goes for the warm water. Dudie is on the middle shelf.

Behind Dude is the pillow where he is spending these 15° nights. Sometimes Little One joins him.

I don't know where Tommie has been staying but he was in the garage when I got home a bit ago. As soon as I drove in, Little One ran over to see what was happening. Tim has decided she likes the heating pad after all. I haven't seen Jellico for several days.

The food accumulates and freezes so I have to collect it and bring it in to thaw. I don't think any of the usual night critters have been around as the water is clean.

The latest iPhone saga

Tuesday was a miserable driving night. The rain, the 34° temperature and lots of traffic made my weekly drive home from Pittsburgh more scary than usual. When I got to Mercer, I thought I'd check the weather. I couldn't find my iPhone. It wasn't in any pocket. It wasn't on the dashboard where I usually put it. It wasn't on the other seat. ARGH!!! It wasn't in my backpack. It wasn't in the car anywhere.

Wednesday morning I called Rodef Shalom. The lovely woman who answered the phone took a flashlight and looked for my phone. She couldn't find it. If it turned up she would call me.

I checked MobileMe but had no idea what the password to try to locate the phone was. Ugh. Would have to take care of that next time.

Yesterday I decided to drive to Pittsburgh and check up on it in person. Perhaps it was still lying on the parking lot. I had a difficult time getting thru Greenville with school buses and amazingly stupid drivers. At one point I asked Godde if I were not supposed to go and roadblocks were being placed in my way. But I realized that, for a change, I was calm about the delays. Normally I would be irritated and restless. I asked for another sign that I wasn't supposed to go and nothing happened so I continued.

There were no broken pieces of a phone in the parking lot. I thought about going in but knew she would call if they found it. Drove off to find a place for breakfast as I hadn't even had coffee. Stopped at Bob Evans which has free wifi. Had a wonderful waitress who kept my cup filled.

Felt compelled to return to Rodef and went back. Gracious lady said the cleaning people had looked carefully and found nothing. They even moved the seats in case it was stuck. She asked if I wanted to look myself. I said I trusted them. She INSISTED so I went and looked where I'd sat.

AND THERE IT WAS. Hallelujah.

I had put it on the arm of the seat to look for water bottles which had escaped on the inclined floor. Apparently I hit it and it fell. It was carefully tho almost invisibly balanced on the mechanism between the seats. The wonderful lady gave me a big hug as everyone seemed to rejoice including the maintenance man. Really nice folks at Rodef Shalom!!!

And thanks to my guardian angel, the Holy Spirit, Godde and all the hosts of heaven who take such amazing care of me. This is yet another example of why my faith is so strong and I try to listen. If only I were better at it!

Friday shuffle

Preface: I am most grateful to be able to post this today. I lost my iPhone last Tuesday night. Yesterday I found it. More about that in a separate post.

1. Since You Asked - Judy Collins
2. Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered - Stefan Scaggian Trio
3. I'll be Faithful - Dusty Springfield
4. How Can I Be Sure - The Young Rascals
5. Tutti Frutti - Little Richard
6. A Summer Song - Chad & Jeremy
7. Widor: Allegro from Symphonie VI - Michael Farris
8. Reflections - Diana Ross & the Supremes
9. Where the Boys Are - Connie Francis
10. Stravinsky: Ave Maria - Westminster Choir
Michael Farris was the organist at Holy Trinity Lutheran when I was in the choir. He was teaching at Eastman when he died suddenly in his 30s. Sad.

Friday cat blogging on Wednesday

Little One is still coughing and his eye is still awful but he is eating today. Here a little chicken has made strange companions. Normally Tim hisses at Little One. I'm always amazed that the cats will eat with each other but not tolerate each other otherwise. I'm hoping she and PuddyTat will be friendlier with him once he is neutered.

The plastic below them has caused a problem for Little One. Since he was tiny he would stand on the middle level, reach up and hoist himself onto the roof where they are eating. The new plastic which should keep at least some of the coming snow off that shelf prevents him from doing that. He will have to learn to jump like the others. Poor kid.

Little One is funny. This morning he was in the blanket where he was supposedly locked in. He has no fear or a poor memory. There is a big dog that comes around occasionally and eats the catfood but wanders home when I tell him to. He doesn't chase the cats so he didn't scare Little One who just sat and watched. While I was taping, stapling and cutting plastic, he hung around wanting attention. He seems to have forgotten or forgiven me for taking him to the vet. I've never seen a cat so desperate for attention. He is a cutie.

Friday cat blogging on Monday

This morning I heard a horrible hacking noise when I fed the cats. Located the source on a pillow back in the corner on the bottom of the cathouse. It was Little One coughing and sneezing. His right eye was glued shut. I scrubbed the carrier in the bathtub and got an appointment with the vet. I told them I'd call if I couldn't catch him.

The gals took one look at the carrier and disappeared. They know what it is about. Fortunately Little One didn't catch on. He ran away for a bit but eventually came back and let me scritch then grab him. On the table he went nuts. I'm always amazed by what cats can do with their bodies. An assistant with a towel and I managed to control him. I got one little claw mark but no blood. He has an infected eye and upper respiratory trouble. He is too sick to risk anesthesia so castration will have to wait. They told me to try to catch the boys on Monday and Wednesday mornings then give them a call when I'm successful. They will work the boys in.

Meanwhile I have to try to get some powder into Little One twice a day. How to do that with him running around and eating with the other cats. Suddenly I remembered that I have another cathouse at the back of the garage. Perfect. I closed off the catdoors and put a litterbox in there. Washed the water dish, filled it and plugged it in. Rearranged the blanket Tim had been using and put a heating pad under it. Carried Little One in there, opened the carrier door, exited and quickly closed the big door behind me.

I've checked in on him three times. The first time he was up on the shelf - see the photo a couple of posts below. He launched himself and flew around the room finally ending up near the litter. The second time he was curled up in the blanket and got out but didn't go far. I removed the carrier. Last time I couldn't find him and couldn't figure out how he got out. Then I found him hiding behind the blanket. That's the photo. I've given him some tuna and some chicken but he hadn't eaten anything the last time I looked. Doesn't look happy, does he?

Meanwhile PuddyTat is happily snoozing on her heating pad. I finally turned it off awhile ago as the temp won't go below 30. Teens are forecast for midweek so she will need it then.

I doubled Tim's foam over and he figured out how to get between the layers. Didn't get a photo tho.

More comments on Anglican, um, stuff

I'm very happy that the Episcopal Diocese of Los Angeles elected two women as suffragan bishops tho I wish the words referring to sexuality could be omitted. Both people are wonderful priests who will be wonderful bishops according to what people who know them are saying. Why we have to know that they are women or that one of them is a lesbian is beyond me. Godde doesn't discriminate so why should we? I fear that many men especially will not want to confirm one of the ladies. To some, qualifications mean nothing. It is all about whom she chooses to live with. May the Holy Spirit wield the hammer she uses on my head to knock some sense into their theology.

Meanwhile the Episcopal Diocese of Lousiana chose a person who seems to have been the most moderate on the slate. There was one candidate our little group of OCICBWers prayed would not be chosen. We are happy.

And who should have something critical to say about the American choices for bishop? Why it's the Archbishop of Canterbury, Rowan Williams. Bless him. He all but threatened TEC with expulsion if we consecrate another homosexual bishop. Has he said anything about Uganda and the possible genocide of homosexuals if the proposed law is enacted? Has he rejected the labeling of homosexuals as cockroaches by one of his Ugandan Anglican bishops at a funeral recently? Nary a peep. He needs to hold his head in shame.

I know a whole bunch of wonderful LGBT people whose lives are boringly normal and totally nonthreatening which is more than I can say for some "evangelical Christians'". I pray those in Uganda can be like the insects they are labeled and outlive many times over those who would persecute them. I'd prefer the Ugandans study their Bibles and quit listening to the American hatemongers however.