Garden helper

Last week when I was working in the garden, I soon found I was not alone. When I looked at the tomato plants, I found a guard cat watching me. Roger often stands guard in the area where I am working both inside and out. I sometimes wonder if she thinks she is a dog. Haha!

I had started a longer post today about cleaning out some of my closet and sorting through boxes from the basement, but early this afternoon I had to back off and am currently sitting up in bed trying to rest until whatever hit me goes away. I am blaming my ears, but am not real sure what this is. James made an observation that Tuesday’s are not my best days especially when I do lots of laundry on Mondays and hang most of it on the line. I think it started yesterday already as I kept feeling like I was walking sideways. I just know that I don’t want to think about going out in the heat,but now I am under the covers because I am cold. Maybe it is a psychosomatic reaction to sorting and throwing away stuff saved forever. Enough said, just wanted to share this picture of my guard cat, Roger. Hope you are having a great Tuesday.

Back to winter, again

Gift from Paulina

What a weekend! We thought that we would be spending time at home getting some things accomplished, maybe getting to the message for church a little early, and instead we got a phone call on Friday night asking us to please come and get Paulina from the airport in Bismarck. Apparently when they went to the airport, they were crowded and no one figured on her coming back with them. They also had some sort of glitch in Orlando and ended up in the airport over night instead of staying in a motel nearby. What a thing to be in a strange place, tired and have all your luggage and not being able to sleep because you were not sure what was going to happen. It sounds a bit to me like there needs to be a leadership change in the group in terms of the adult advising it. The only thing that I could tell Paulina is those going into teaching received a hands on education of why the adult needs to be mature and they know more about how to treat students in their care. End of that lecture. She brought us this little Minnie Mouse ball to put on our van antenna. I put it on the crochet hook because I don’t want it to blow away or be faded by the sun or ruined by the snow or rain. Roger thought it would be a great toy, so I have to keep it away from her too.

The shop this evening

At any rate there was a storm coming into the area yesterday and today, and so we were a bit leery about getting on the road. We made it to Bismarck fine and by the time we picked up Paulina and Katie, the snow had let up. Jessica left Jamestown as we were leaving McDonald’s and we met at the truck stop in Steele. It was really nice of her to brave the elements for a sister and friend. Paulina hopped in the driver seat and Jessica curled up in the back to sleep on the way back to Jamestown. Today Jess said she could feel the babies drop. I sure hope they hang on for their duration to grow and develop as needed before they come out to meet this cold world.

In between inside and outside door.

Well, this morning was even worse in terms of weather. It did not snow much overnight. I would know because I wasn’t finished with the message for today and pulled one of those write until I can’t hold my eyes open, sleep for an hour or two then wake up and write some more than sleep, and that is how I made it to 7:30 a.m. and was about to do the last half a page and the prayer when James looked out the window and said it was time to call for a road report. A dial to 511 and a text to one of the farmers, and we had determined there was no travel advised in our area and so the phone tree was enacted to call off church. What a deal. The rest of the day was spent watching Hallmark movies, taking cat pictures and alternating between knitting and crocheting and eating.

Roger

I also had a hard time keeping Roger off my lap. She is really having a hard time staying warm as of late. I think maybe it isn’t so good for her to be in Sophia’s special thyroid food so much. [Evidence is in this picture. I am finding her sitting on the heater vents quite often.] I will have to make sure she eats more of her own food. Speaking of food, I am currently so stuffed with taco soup that I can barely sit, but it was really good. I guess I will go back to the chair by the TV and work on the afghan some more.

Empty house!

img_8984The house feels empty because little Ana had to go back home Sunday night. It was not a happy time at our place  when we got the call inviting us, quite strongly might I add, to meet her family in Bismarck so they could have her back. Of course Roger and Sophia did their best to keep things interesting and me entertained. Roger relaxed on the kitchen floor which seems to be one of her favorite things to do to try to gain my attention, other than crawling onto my lap, that is.

img_8987Sophia on the other hand has been busy trying to beat up a “stranger cat” outside on the east steps. She is hilarious because she will stand by the east door growling or making the weirdest noises. One time she even started hitting at the other cat and when it came towards the door, she fell over backwards. Today she sat on the chair and growled until her tail fluffed up like a wire bristle.

Stranger cat

Stranger cat

Fluffy tail

Fluffy tail

Roger’s antics

Looking for attention as always!

Looking for attention

Since I have not posted anything for a bit, I thought I would share a couple of pictures of my cat, Roger, the poser.

She does things like you see to the left if I am not giving her enough attention. Other times she just sits and stares at me. You know that creepy feeling you get when you are deeply into something, that someone or something is looking at you, and I will look up and there she is just staring at me.

Laying on the floor looking to see if we care!

On the floor

Sometime she will lay in a strange position like the one to the left and the thumbnail to the right. I don’t know what is up, apparently she is hoping that we will look at her and give her some attention. It seems she never has enough attention, until she does have enough and then she lets me know with a bit to my hand. I was not pleased with her over that last night, and I barely touched her.

Sitting on the railing and scaring me horribly.

On the railing

Here are some other pictures of her, the one on the railing really gets in my craw. She does that every now and then, and it is her ultimate attention getter. She knows that she is in a spot that is not ok to be, and it could be quite a drop, though cats usually land on their feet, this would be onto steps, so who knows what could happen. It freaks me out and I think she does it on purpose, and then who can reach for her because you never know how she is going to jump. And she just stares at me like, “What are you freaking out about?”

Roger refusing to pose!

Refusing to pose!

This last one is her refusing to pose. I can’t figure her out sometimes. Cats, they are sometimes worse than kids!! At least she likes me enough to lay on my cold ankles when it is really cold outside and the arthritis is acting up. As I write this she is fast asleep on that chair waiting for me to finish so we can go watch tv together then go to bed.

Jan. 19: Favorite chair

Chair in the tub.

Chair in the tub.

Last fall, in fact it was late October and November when I got this bug to take my favorite director styled outdoor chair upstairs to sit on my porch roof outside of my bedroom. It was nice in the evenings to just sit and watch the sunset, or the stars. And sometimes I had to tuck it against the house to prevent it from being blown around and one day it tipped over and I just left it. Then another day I heard snow was coming and I forgot about it. Two months later it had been stuck in the snow through several storms and near blizzards, and earlier this week, James decided to shovel all the snow from that porch roof. He had to use a ladder to access the roof because the rain on that stormy Christmas day froze the screen door shut. When he finally got to the chair and had it standing up, I took it inside. (James thought he would just toss it over the railing into a snow bank. I reasoned that it would likely shatter because it was still pretty cold) I took it inside saying that I could easily mop up any snow that dripped from it. I ended up going straight to the bathroom and set it in the tub to drip off. See the picture to the side.

Roger enjoying her chair.

Roger enjoying her chair.

Last night when I got home from the church office, I found Roger in the bathroom curled up posing on her chair. This was THE chair on the lower porch just outside the living room door that I would have to remove her from every morning in order to have breakfast on the porch. She loved the view from that seat. In fact if I dig hard enough I am sure I can find some old pictures of Tigee on that chair too. I am afraid that the treatment I have given it by leaving it in the snow for so long was not a good idea. Usually I am quite careful with my items to give them a little longer life and a few less dollars of me replacing things. I seriously don’t think I will find this particular item exactly again at near the cost, but that is how things go.

The fact is I am not so sure the chair will be leaving the bathroom anytime soon. My husband joked that we could use it as a shower chair as we age. NOT!

Jan. 5: A trip to the Vet.

The road to the Vet place.

The road to the Vet place.

Today was supposed to be the day that Sophia had her bad tooth removed. While I was in the shower, the Vet lady called and as Paulina answered she learned we probably were not having that tooth out today. We didn’t feed her or let her drink anyway, just in case. The trip south on Highway 83 was not bad nor were the few miles to Glenham, but going north on the little county road to the rural area where the Vet place is located was almost sheer ice. We were so glad that it was the two of us and that James was safely in school. He freaks out on bad roads, and you almost have to wrestle him to the ground to get the keys because he feels it is the man’s job to take care of the helpless women in bad circumstances. Now I love his chivalry, but sometimes, it is just nice to assert your own independence and self-worth, and dang nabit it you don’t drive so fast, ice is doable.

Sophia on the table avoiding the camera.

Sophia on the table avoiding the camera.

After arriving we learned that it is pretty dangerous to put a hyperthyroidism animal under anesthesia if the place has no heart rate and blood pressure monitoring systems and that without a solid three month of good thyroid readings, we probably should not take the chance. Besides after looking at the tooth, the vet lady said that the tooth was no worse than what she noted on the chart in July. So, we will just have to monitor her eating habits and try to supervise how she eats to make her more comfortable and on and on and on.

Where Sophia was shaved to draw blood.

Where Sophia was shaved to draw blood.

We did notice that yesterday when Paulina divided up her food and put it in smaller portions she ate better. She also likes to have attention while eating. What a thing she is becoming in her old age. She came to us in 2003 in the summer when Liza was moving to Bismarck to go to hair dressing school. If she was born in May as I think she was, this makes her about 13 years and 8 months old. According to one website that I checked in on that makes her equivalent to a 70 year-old human. Wow, she is just about the right age to have an opinion in some organizations. So, that is a different post and not the topic for now.

Pheasants looking for food and shelter.

Pheasants looking for food and shelter.

On the way home we pulled over to try to get some pictures of some Ring Neck Pheasants (South Dakota’s state bird) along the fence and feeding in the fields. As soon as we slowed down, they began to fly away, so the pictures we could get were limited. Also it was -23 degrees windchill as we were pulling out of our driveway in town, not sure what it was in the country. The temperature according to Siri was -5, so it was not really a day to be outside. Oh that is in Fahrenheit in case it matters. Here is the best of the pheasant pictures as they were heading for the trees for shelter, and the other is of the area south of our house when we finally got home. Later as I looked at some of the pictures, I noticed a “No Hunting” sign on the fence, perhaps that is why they congregate there. Actually the season is over for another year, so no worries for them except the weather.

Sunshine through the clouds.

Sunshine through the clouds.

My feet are still a bit cold. I suspect that my shoe tops are a little wet and that is my main problem. Well, off to find something constructive to make of the day. Some joint sorting or packing or maybe even a little work on the message for church on Sunday, hopefully we are able to get there.

Advent: Dec. 19 #2 Naughty cats

Sophia looking out the east door

Sophia looking out the east door

Today as I was busy working on the bulletins for the up coming church services, my cats decided to let me know that they are tired of being cooped up in the house. Of course they don’t understand we are all sick of being stuck in the house, but the alternative is not so appealing at this time. The snow is so deep on the east steps that I can’t even open the door. I tried today while they were watching, and they turned around in disgust or despair, I wasn’t real sure which.

Roger sitting in her safe zone after getting into trouble.

Roger sitting in her safe zone after getting into trouble.

Mostly I can tell that they are bored because they are running from one end of the house to the other and jumping on chairs and desks and all sorts of places. There has also been some dirt dug out of the plants in the south window of my bedroom. I notice it every time I open or close the curtains then I forget about it when I leave the room. I should really get off this blog and go do some cleaning up there. I am not sure which of them did the digging, but I might be able to guess and not be too wrong.

Ornaments Sophia was hitting together

Ornaments Sophia was hitting together

Usually it is Roger who is causing the problems, but today when I heard a glass on glass tinkling sound, it was Sophia hitting two of the glass ornaments together on the Advent tree. I even caught her chewing on some of it. This was the fiber optic tree that my mother gave me around the year that she retired. This is the first year I have used it as the Advent tree, and I am not sure that I will have it where these two scoundrels can get at it again. Later Roger tipped it over in an effort to steal one of the little wooden ornaments that she must have thought would be a great toy. She was looking under the desk and the curio for some of her hidden toys this evening. I should grab a yard stick and poke under them to see what she might be searching for.

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