GUESS WHAT!!!! I have a new grandson!!!! He weighed in at 8 pounds 11 ounces and 20.5 inches long. He has bunches of black hair. Guess what again!!!! He's perfect. Looks like his daddy, my son. I would put a photo here, but he's not my child and well it's the Internet after all. If you could see his perfect little face you would need to sit down. Your knees would become weak with admiration, if knees get weak from admiration. His little face would do that to you.
Thank you so much for your prayers. He and my daughter-in-law are doing just fine. It was tricky for awhile. I am a believer in prayer. It means so much that you joined me.
Carol Gilgore from Under the Tiki Hut is a writer who makes me think. I know, I know you all may think I think too much. However, Carol writes about things in ways I haven't thought about yet. And one thing you would enjoy is her Friday's Top Ten. The information is always different and always entertaining. Thank you, Carol, for the award.
Gail At the Farm writes and photographs life around her farm. If you would like to see what goes on around the farm, read some good writing, and see photography that takes your breath away you will like this blog. She also has another blog Familiar Spirit about the animals (and sometimes insects) in her life. I appreciate you Gail and the really neat things you said about me.
I’m glad you thought the chair story was funny. It wasn’t until I wrote it down, stepped back a couple of days—that I laughed hysterically. It was a trying 24 hours. It IS a very nice chair. And so goes life. I win a few. I lose a hundred. Some of you mentioned the footstool in front of the chair. I bought it a long time ago at a garage sale for five buckaroos (dollars). It has had a few makeovers. I had to change it to compliment the chair, of course. That’s the story of my life, no stone or footstool goes unturned. There is no contentment here, people.
Like everything else I try to do in my life, I struggled with reupholstering the stool. I took the old fabric off and tried to put the new back on the way the old came off. What’s so hard about that? I had done it before. Really? Are you sure you did that? YES. (Sorry these conversations with myself are uncontrollable.)
The footstool lay in the family room (do they still call it a family room?) floor for three days. I couldn’t figure it out.
The fourth day I thought, isn’t the Internet my friend? Isn’t it called the Information Highway? Aren’t there bloggers out there that have redone a footstool (and remember how they did it)? I searched. The only thing I could find was one blogger who had a footstool almost identical to mine. She had recovered the stool but showed only a before and after photo—no instructions on how she did it. But, she did say important words for me; she had seamed the sides to fit the stool and THEN stapled it to the frame. Bingo. So I did just that. It’s a good thing I have a stubborn Irish temperament or I would have given up on many of my struggles long ago.
People I Wouldn’t Want To Be Right Now
Miners in the Chile mines: I nearly gave up on life during a week of the ice storm in 2006 when I had no electricity in my home or in our town for a week. I would lose my mind being in a mine for months.
The cat dumper in England: Even if she hated cats (which her mother said she loved cats), this woman must have had a psychotic break.
The farms where the tainted eggs were processed: I also wouldn’t want to be the chickens. Why the chickens? How would you like to lay millions of eggs just to have them tossed out?
And--Any of the cheating celebrity husbands in the news: Beautiful wives. Beautiful lives. Ruined. Stupid.
Oh and The Ruralhood has a new post in case you are interested. I was inspired by the start of school.
That’s my rambling for today. What are your rambling thoughts this Monday?