I was awakened by an enthusiastic mom,
flinging open the door to the bedroom and saying
"There's another one!"
Me: "Hmmm? Another what?" (sitting up by now)
Mom: "She brought another one! And it's white and gray!"
Me: "Another kitten?"
Mom: (no longer at the door, but has taken off down the hall)
So, I go look out the dining room window,
and indeed,
there is another kitten -- siamese-esque in coloration,
which is starkly different from the 3 strictly black and white kittens to date.
I wonder aloud whether there are more tiny baby kitties elsewhere.
Around 9am, the lady from the CatNip program at UF's Vet school arrives.
We called yesterday when we returned home to find their postcard
announcing free spaying until the end of January.
The nice vet student assures us that if there are other kittens
mama kitty will be able to go get them soon
even if she has the surgery today.
AND the nice vet student says she can foster the kittens until they are adopted!
So, we painstakingly corralled the cats into her carrier and off they went.
All but one, that is, for whom I had found a home in the ATL.
So I drove back to Atlanta with a kitten in the passenger seat.
Every time I stopped, I opened the door to the carrier and petted her
and let her walk out.
She walked across my lap,
climbed up the door armrest,
and looked out the window to see what was going on in the world.
She's adorable.
In other news, my phone died.
It did the same thing it did 6 months ago
when the buttons would light up
but the screen was black.
Alas.
I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to get the kitty to my friend
since I can't remember how to get to her house.
Alas again.
I guess I'm going to go get a new phone tomorrow.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Sweet Mama and some Tiny Baby Kitties!
My aunts decided to call the mama kitty "Ms. Claus" and they tried to come up with holiday themed names for the tiny baby kitties. Noel is the only one that stuck. She's the one with the white face, and she's the boldest.
Rock on.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Happy Christmas!
The 25th:
* sleeping in
* BACON and eggs with CHEESE
* crazy family fun
* entirely too much food, with the ham and the potatoes and the broccoli salad and the wild rice salad and the regular salad salad and the rolls and the haystacks...
* presents... including jewels, a trivet, books, the traditional calendar, some dvds, coffee from my cousin's shop, and some other nifty whatnots
* brunswick stew leftovers!
* um, and the 1987 World Series, in which my Twins bested the Cards, and of which Shanfro and I watched the first two games. Phil -- who actually remembers the games since he was 37 while Shannon and I were 5 and 9, respectively -- kept asking "Is this when Gagne gets a double?". Shannon kept reading the cliffnotes on the dvd case and saying things like "I bet Hrbek will get out at first." All in all, a good time. And 5 games to go!
The 24th:
* I cannot really remember what happened, except we ate brunswick stew, went to church and hung out with my cousins and the flying monkey.
Rock on.
Hope you had happy days as well!
* sleeping in
* BACON and eggs with CHEESE
* crazy family fun
* entirely too much food, with the ham and the potatoes and the broccoli salad and the wild rice salad and the regular salad salad and the rolls and the haystacks...
* presents... including jewels, a trivet, books, the traditional calendar, some dvds, coffee from my cousin's shop, and some other nifty whatnots
* brunswick stew leftovers!
* um, and the 1987 World Series, in which my Twins bested the Cards, and of which Shanfro and I watched the first two games. Phil -- who actually remembers the games since he was 37 while Shannon and I were 5 and 9, respectively -- kept asking "Is this when Gagne gets a double?". Shannon kept reading the cliffnotes on the dvd case and saying things like "I bet Hrbek will get out at first." All in all, a good time. And 5 games to go!
The 24th:
* I cannot really remember what happened, except we ate brunswick stew, went to church and hung out with my cousins and the flying monkey.
Rock on.
Hope you had happy days as well!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sweet Darkness
When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb
tonight.
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
~ David Whyte
from The House of Belonging
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb
tonight.
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
~ David Whyte
from The House of Belonging
Talk about productive...
I watched 17 episodes of The Office
today (which is still Sunday to me because I am still awake).
My favorite way to watch a television series
is straight through on dvd.
Similarly, I'm a sucker for a reality tv marathon.
Rock on.
today (which is still Sunday to me because I am still awake).
My favorite way to watch a television series
is straight through on dvd.
Similarly, I'm a sucker for a reality tv marathon.
Rock on.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
The Christmas Shindig
Our tree!
white elephant and new friends...
Craiggers in curlers... I love it.
BFF trumpeteers
Friday, December 07, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Heavy
today
child abuse conference
all day
staying at a family shelter
overnight
but!
turkey potluck...
mmm...
i love tomorrow.
child abuse conference
all day
staying at a family shelter
overnight
but!
turkey potluck...
mmm...
i love tomorrow.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
when I was searching the blurg-hives...
to find that Autumn poem
I re-read the burnball post from last October.
Funny stuff, my friends, funny stuff.
That was a good night.
I re-read the burnball post from last October.
Funny stuff, my friends, funny stuff.
That was a good night.
Last Year's Autumn Poem
The leaves are
Donning new gowns of red and orange
Making their olympic high dives
Swirling around my head
Sometimes
on sunny days
I like to walk with my eyes closed
peeking quickly every five or six steps
to avoid a concussion
Just now
wind danced
sun shone
leaves fell
and I remembered
to look
when I crossed the street
Donning new gowns of red and orange
Making their olympic high dives
Swirling around my head
Sometimes
on sunny days
I like to walk with my eyes closed
peeking quickly every five or six steps
to avoid a concussion
Just now
wind danced
sun shone
leaves fell
and I remembered
to look
when I crossed the street
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Hmm...?
So, I had heard that ER would be getting a chaplain this season.
We, the seminary crowd, have frequently said "a doctor shouldn't be doing that!" and "augh! where's the chaplain?" when watching ER or Grey's.
Well, it's a weird thing to add a new staff position in such an established series, but I was excited about the possibility. I mean, for a while there was a social worker who was a regular character, so...
Anyway, I've been watching this season out of curiousity. (I used to watch ER every week, but stopped watching last year when that guy was trying to kill Luka.)
So weeks went by... no chaplain.
But tonight, she appeared. She looks normal. She came in, talked softly to the patient to soothe her during a procedure.
And then she says, "do you want to pray?"
The patient nods.
Chaplain says, "we can do it together."
Silence.
Then they look up again, and the dr. says that the procedure went well.
Chaplain says, "that must have been one hell of a prayer."
Seriously? Seriously.
She didn't actually pray, but she did actually cuss.
However, later she tried to explain to John Stamos that she "has a spiritual life, and a spiritual job, but [she] live[s] in the real world."
So that's helpful.
Anyway, I have mixed feelings about this. I'm glad there's a chaplain, but one of the things I read online said she'd be a "sexy chaplain." I definitely appreciate the attempt at balance between the holy and the human. I do hope that ER tries to, as we'd say in the seminary, live in that tension. And I hope they don't make chaplains look trashy. That's not helpful.
We'll see how it goes.
We, the seminary crowd, have frequently said "a doctor shouldn't be doing that!" and "augh! where's the chaplain?" when watching ER or Grey's.
Well, it's a weird thing to add a new staff position in such an established series, but I was excited about the possibility. I mean, for a while there was a social worker who was a regular character, so...
Anyway, I've been watching this season out of curiousity. (I used to watch ER every week, but stopped watching last year when that guy was trying to kill Luka.)
So weeks went by... no chaplain.
But tonight, she appeared. She looks normal. She came in, talked softly to the patient to soothe her during a procedure.
And then she says, "do you want to pray?"
The patient nods.
Chaplain says, "we can do it together."
Silence.
Then they look up again, and the dr. says that the procedure went well.
Chaplain says, "that must have been one hell of a prayer."
Seriously? Seriously.
She didn't actually pray, but she did actually cuss.
However, later she tried to explain to John Stamos that she "has a spiritual life, and a spiritual job, but [she] live[s] in the real world."
So that's helpful.
Anyway, I have mixed feelings about this. I'm glad there's a chaplain, but one of the things I read online said she'd be a "sexy chaplain." I definitely appreciate the attempt at balance between the holy and the human. I do hope that ER tries to, as we'd say in the seminary, live in that tension. And I hope they don't make chaplains look trashy. That's not helpful.
We'll see how it goes.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
We're all pretty much the same
just older and fatter.
I went to high school with these people. And Saturday, we got together and ate tacos.
It's odd how little we have changed in a decade or so, yet we are also completely different.
We laughed. We looked at pictures and mocked each other's high school style. We reminisced. We tried to understand what Brian was saying.
And everyone left by 10pm. Because we're old.
Rock on.
I went to high school with these people. And Saturday, we got together and ate tacos.
It's odd how little we have changed in a decade or so, yet we are also completely different.
We laughed. We looked at pictures and mocked each other's high school style. We reminisced. We tried to understand what Brian was saying.
And everyone left by 10pm. Because we're old.
Rock on.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
I've had some pretty cool experiences, but I'm glad I didn't miss frisbee today.
In 4th grade, I went to my first Major League Baseball game at the Metrodome (Twins v. Orioles).
At 16, I worked on a roof for the first time.
When I was 21, I stood in the grass and daisies in the sanctuary ruins of an 8th century monastery.
At 23, I swam with (and kissed) stingrays.
At 26, I held my best friend's 4 day old baby.
At Emory, I have heard Jesse Jackson, Margaret Atwood, and Elaine Pagels speak in the auditorium (i.e. sanctuary) at Glenn Memorial UMC.
I also heard Jimmy Carter (thrice) answer questions from Emory students ranging from the inane (he actually still is a peanut farmer, which is why he doesn't miss it) to the silly (his favorite movie is Casablanca) to the seriously political (he really is not thrilled with this administration, and he has helped broker peace in countries I haven't heard of).
And I've played a lot of ultimate frisbee on the Quad (as evidenced somewhat in the picture below of us all soaked after the really rainy day a few weeks ago). We've had loads of passersby join in the game, whether intentionally or incidentally. Once a year or two ago, a Tibetan monk caught (or picked up) the frisbee and tossed it back to us. That was pretty cool.
But today, the Tibetan monks (there's a Tibetan program at Emory) were walking by -- several of them. One of us asked if they wanted to play. They looked at each other, grinned, secured their deep red robes, and took the field.
We played frisbee with three Tibetan monks.
It was surreal. It was serene. It was crazy.
It was pretty amazing.
We didn't worry about who was on what team. We just tossed the frisbee to a monk and followed his lead. Early on, I had said to one of the monks that I was going to guard him if that was okay. I looked around and none of the other monks were being "guarded," but I had committed. So I stayed near this one monk. And he asked me questions about the game (because obviously I am an expert).
They seemed so glad to be included in our funny little Friday tradition.
And we were all so glad they were willing to run (maybe shuffle) around the warm messy quad in full monk garb.
It was good. Maybe (okay, certainly) not quite as good as cuddling that 4 day old baby whom I love dearly. But really good.
At 16, I worked on a roof for the first time.
When I was 21, I stood in the grass and daisies in the sanctuary ruins of an 8th century monastery.
At 23, I swam with (and kissed) stingrays.
At 26, I held my best friend's 4 day old baby.
At Emory, I have heard Jesse Jackson, Margaret Atwood, and Elaine Pagels speak in the auditorium (i.e. sanctuary) at Glenn Memorial UMC.
I also heard Jimmy Carter (thrice) answer questions from Emory students ranging from the inane (he actually still is a peanut farmer, which is why he doesn't miss it) to the silly (his favorite movie is Casablanca) to the seriously political (he really is not thrilled with this administration, and he has helped broker peace in countries I haven't heard of).
And I've played a lot of ultimate frisbee on the Quad (as evidenced somewhat in the picture below of us all soaked after the really rainy day a few weeks ago). We've had loads of passersby join in the game, whether intentionally or incidentally. Once a year or two ago, a Tibetan monk caught (or picked up) the frisbee and tossed it back to us. That was pretty cool.
But today, the Tibetan monks (there's a Tibetan program at Emory) were walking by -- several of them. One of us asked if they wanted to play. They looked at each other, grinned, secured their deep red robes, and took the field.
We played frisbee with three Tibetan monks.
It was surreal. It was serene. It was crazy.
It was pretty amazing.
We didn't worry about who was on what team. We just tossed the frisbee to a monk and followed his lead. Early on, I had said to one of the monks that I was going to guard him if that was okay. I looked around and none of the other monks were being "guarded," but I had committed. So I stayed near this one monk. And he asked me questions about the game (because obviously I am an expert).
They seemed so glad to be included in our funny little Friday tradition.
And we were all so glad they were willing to run (maybe shuffle) around the warm messy quad in full monk garb.
It was good. Maybe (okay, certainly) not quite as good as cuddling that 4 day old baby whom I love dearly. But really good.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
I went to Tallahassee
and it went pretty well.
I saw some old friends.
I ate at some familiar old restaurants.
I reconnected with my church.
I hung out with my cousins.
In fact, these pictures are from my one cousin's new coffeeshop in south Georgia, just north of Tally.
In other news, it's rainy in Atlanta, and my hands are stiff.
I saw some old friends.
I ate at some familiar old restaurants.
I reconnected with my church.
I hung out with my cousins.
In fact, these pictures are from my one cousin's new coffeeshop in south Georgia, just north of Tally.
In other news, it's rainy in Atlanta, and my hands are stiff.
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