Snowfalling Christmas at home

I have a dog waiting to be let out of out his crate, and I'm still here using the high speed in ER.  He will just take a nap.  Lots of busyness tomorrow.  Our two services will be a great celebration-- and the community will knit all the holes together from the tribulations of the last year.
There seems to be some struggles in our lives yet.  Everything however,  is better now that we are up here in the North.  Yet...there is a ways a remnant of old struggles.  During the year, I focus on the postive, but  in this time of darkeness before Christmas, the self-examination is almost akin to Lent!!!


The miracle is still the miracle not matter what human puffery

Tucker , Tree Chickens-and a bad attitude about Halloween.

It's Halloween.  Who cares?

Halloween parade circa 1969-70

I just am not into it this year. I think that it is loosing its verve in general.    I remember when--- well blah blah blah.  Halloweens in the 60's and 70's in West Chicago Il--    I don't want to go there.  It was ok-- but lately I have just don't have time for nostalgia.   I really wasn't into it last year either.  Our teeth are rotting and we are all too fat-- so eat an apple.  Oh wait-- I remember bobbing for apples on Halloween with the neighborhood kids in the basement at Pomeroy st.  EEEK  --its' happening.  I am waxing nostalgic!!  Maybe it will melt like our brief snow encounter this week.   The apples were a mess and highly unsanitary-- No chlorine in the buckets. Yes- I"m the one with the flute.

I have been trying to establish a scholarly schedule in anticipation of the starting school in January.  Just so that I have that in place-- and the house hold doesn't go into shock. I'm perusing some anatomy and physiology books etc.  Just to get my head in reading stuff like that.  Shocking how boring this sounds----

Tucker, The Flammbeau Flyer

Tucker the Flammbeau Flyer, is definitely  not a dog who needs a job. Everything becomes a toy-- and he wants to play constantly.  It is fun to see him amuse himself with chunk of carrot for 30 minutes!!! 




Our late Zena really needed a job.  She was on the job constantly.    Tucker  is a party animal-- a big-hearted silly snuggle-bug of a dog.

Zena, The Diva

Tucker doesn't seem to want to guard anything. However he does becomes unglued by the "evil" (his word) squirrel who eats at our bird feeder.


His crazy about birds.  He has flushed several winged creatures out of the weeds in the back yard.  I think he has the "soft mouth" described by people who hunt birds.  He once caught a Mourning Cloak Butterfly in his mouth, and was so surprised when he opened his mouth and it flew out!!!

Pomeranian Gentlemen Friend

Tucker contributes to our morning ritual by persuading my Pomeranian Gentleman friend to become vertical,  While I am usually flying around getting breakfast staged etc in my slippers -- in no state to indulge him for even a short "walkies,"-- he stealthily "barks" sotto voce agitato  at the bedroom door--.  When the task is accomplished and shoes are being put on for the "walkies" Tucker seems to get his teeth involved in the shoe process.  He likes to supervise this process which can be really exciting.

 

We have started calling the Pileated Woodpeckers "Tree Chickens"  as we call the squirrels "Tree Rats"  There is a an especially robust Tree Chicken that appeared at the feeder this morning.   He really loved the Suet-- I think almost more than the insects he gets when he pecks the day-lights out of the pines!!! Tucker lost all composure-- became unglued, delaminated etc....Needless to say the Tree Chicken retreated to a nearby tree.


So that's it for today. It's Monday EEEEK

Things to be glad for-- Henry HIggins was not allowed to procreate.

So I'm signing up for school - start in January.  Trying to get my health managed and wondering as Eliza Doolittle did:  " What's to become of me?"
                                      I think she was a bit despondent when she said that-- can't really blame her-- Henry Higgins?  I really am glad he wasn't allowed to procreate.

When I ask "Whats to become of me?"  I giggle and imagine all sorts of things.  Well---- I do know what is going to happen somewhat-- I'm going to transform my BA into a BS and sit for the RHIA exam.   Bureaucracy will never be the same after I get involved. 

It really sounds like a cooking project with let's say  alphabet pasta.  

 AHEM....



Simmer my Bachelors of Music Education slowly for Two years (eek) while gradually adding an peculiar epice fine (Math, Statistics, Anatomy Physiology etc) wrapped in an internet cheese cloth bag  and a nice fresh beaker of alphabet pasta while reciting various and sundry parts of the IDC9 code book.  When done serve to to Rita, Henry, Imogene and Arvid (RHIA)  who will then examen your dog who will sit for them thereby taking the RHIA exam

Sounds like fun.
EEK

Jesus said nothing about sexuality-

Jesus said nothing about sexuality-- that's how much it mattered to him! He preached a radical welcome. If there is love between two people where is the problem?
Paul in addressing sexuality was talking about the ancient Greek practice of pederasty (an older man taking a young boy and "teaching" him things)-- Paul wanted that to stop.
All the stuff in Deuteronomy--Those rules were mostly to get the Hebrews to stop acting like the neighboring worshippers (who worship various local gods) and having sex with the priests and the idols in the temple.
My husband Dan is a Pastor, and Bible Scholar--he can read Greek and Hebrew. He urges everyone to think of the Old Testament as a "family album"-- with some good times and bad times. We can learn things from the Old Testament, but Jesus came and turned everything upside down -- We are New Testament people. 

Jossy-Bird has flown very far away.

Jocelyn

My Jocelyn has boarded a plane for the first time and is now munching a sandwich with her father at the Savannah airport.   It is exciting to have to travel like this.  I'm sad that I couldn't take her to see SCAD.  (The Savannah College of Art and Design.)
www.scad.edu
Travel to anyplace other than
There and Back Again to Illinois
will not be possible for us quite some time.  I am very good however at experiencing things vicariously! 

She tours the school tomorrow, and then does some site seeing.  Flies home again on Sunday! 

Just how did you stab yourself with your circular needles?

"A clean house is the sign of a Squandered Life."
So now you know.
If you visit me, you might need a dust mask. 

But then you might like the piano, and all its friends--the squeakbox and the harpy thing--the Dobergirl who puts on a big show, the flocks of deer at the feeder, the godzilla sized woodpeckers a eating suet on the deck, and my Pomeranian GentlemanFriend who is either playing guitar or FalloutThree.
Kitchen table is a workshop.  We eat around what ever is being worked on.  Things regularly boil over on the stove and things that get burned, are diplomatically called "French." Daughter ensconced on the computer drawing drawing drawing...
Yarn everywhere--Somehow the laundry gets folded, but I don't know why or how.  I have no memory of doing it.
After teaching the squeak box for 30 years, moving on to more knitting and medical coding (Large Terrifying Chord)---.  So that I can tell insurance companies just how you stabbed your self with your circular needles.
Where's the Ketchup?

King Uzziah- My favorite Bible quote

Isaiah 6 (New International Version, ©2010)

 

Isaiah 6

Isaiah’s Commission

KIng Uzziah

Seraphim

 ¹ In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple. ² Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. ³ And they were calling to one another:    “Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;
   the whole earth is full of his glory.”
 ⁴ At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.
 ⁵ “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.”

 ⁶ Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. ⁷ With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.”
 ⁸ Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
   And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
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I love the imagery-- the seraphim with the tongs---


I often picture a Dean Martin kind of a guy, in a shadowy night club with a drink and a cigarette, reciting this seated at a table with a jazz piano in the background....In the year King Uzziah died....

Oh well, off to church.... My pomeranian Gentleman friend is singing a Steve Earl song today...  it will be fantastic!