Sofie's Big Day (and some "Naughty" pictures)

This is Sofie's big day. She is going to a new home tonight. It will be a little sad, but only a little. She will have a family that is home more often than we are, kids to dote on her, and other dogs to play with. I love her, and she was wonderful company for my mom while she lived with us, but I just don't have the time a small dog needs and deserves, so today she had a nice bath, had her hair combed out, a flea treatment, a visit to the vet complete with two shots (distemper and rabies), and a clipping of the toenails. She's got a clean bill of health and a clean coat to go along with it. I'm sending her favorite Beanie Baby along on her new adventure so she won't be lonely.

The Naughties will be having a day with the vet too, in January. Maybe the few weeks between now and then will give me enough time to save up for their impending shots and surgeries. I am thankful that God made cats for those of us who like a small furry body to snuggle with but can't necessarily be home all the time. Cats don't mind if their person is gone all day, so long as they have a roof over their heads, food to eat, and trouble to get into. In this case the trouble is double.

The Cabinet Maker got a box on the back porch the other day. What ever was in the box, probably work related, was removed and the box full of packing paper left in the dining area, Two small somebodies found the rustling, paper filled box a wonderful playground. I heard one of them stirring and thumping around in there long before I saw the paper strewn across the floor.

They were nowhere to be seen when I took the first photo, but I tripped over a strip of paper on my way back out and they were back in no time to rustle the paper some more. They are easily amused and so am I... Christmas should be interesting, especially if it involves wrapping paper.

Where in the World is Martha?

When tomorrow is over and done I will have worked 15 of the 30 days in September. It's not hard work, unless one counts sitting on their backside for nearly eight hours a day laborious. It is more taxing on my patience and mental endurance than it is physically strenuous. My friend can not see and she is not strong in the physical sense. She does not converse easily and, although she doesn't like to be alone, the murmur of a crowd, and sometimes the television, sets her on edge. Like I have mentioned before, she prefers to be prone, and that is "prone to laying in bed" which leaves me sitting in a chair trying desperately to stay awake. I am not always totally successful and my butt muscles are beginning to ache.

Crossword puzzles, notebooks to write in, books to read, lunch to eat, and crocheting. I've taken a stab at them all. Crocheting feels most worthwhile but I've been cursed with a bout of "Mommy's thumb" and had to take a sabbatical from the afghan I've been hoping to finish before Christmas.I've tried writing but find it hard to sort and reorganize thoughts written on paper. (There is nothing quite like being able to cut and paste...) I've been told I can get up, walk about, and stretch, but there is only so much that pacing can do.

I'm finding myself a little bit lost this week. The excitement of the month has died down, and the activities that kept me distracted from my own "dark woods" are gone. No details, just an earnest plea for prayer.