The Dog and the Squirrel

First let me say the squirrel lived to gather nuts another day.

As my son pulled into the driveway, home from his brief trip to the grocery store, he saw Miss Jessie dart across the lawn and into a large bush.  As he was walking to the front door with a gallon of milk in his hand, Jessie was hurrying to join him, squirrel in her mouth.  I was inside sitting at the dining room table working on my latest mini album.  Apparently having the master bedroom and the family room is not sufficient for my creative endeavours.  I need the dining table too.  But I digress.

I heard my son yelling, "Jessie, NO, get back" and I saw him waving the gallon of milk in front of Jessie's face in an attempt to keep her outside.  He succeeded, for which I am eternally grateful.  Having a squirrel loose in the house is one experience I can do without.

Hubby and son then went back outside and relieved Jessie of her treasure.  The squirrel was still alive and placed in a safe area.  After an hour, it got up and scampered away.  Our neighbors had several squirrels as, well, almost as pets.  I developed a fondness for the little buggers watching how they interacted with humans.  Squirrels beware: Miss Jessie was back on the prowl the very next day!

June 7th

6.7.11 - the day I lost my Mom.  Sometimes it feels like yesterday.  Other times it feels like a lifetime ago.  I find myself thinking the same few thoughts.  I wonder often what she's doing and what her world is like now.  I marvel at the irony of how we think of someone much more when they're dead, than when they are alive.  At least that is how it is for me.  And I ask God to tell her I love her, and miss her.  But most of all I ask Him to tell her I am happy for her!

Do You Remember?

Do you remember when you were almost 18 years old?  Do you remember when you knew everything, and politely tolerated the opinions of others?  And by others, I mean parents.  Ironic how the older we get, the more we see how much we really don't know.

I Must...I Must...I Must Increase My Bust?

Nope, not that.  I must attempt to post more on my blog.  Of course this is the 54th time I've made that statement.

Tonight we attended a performance of "Our Town" at my son's high school.  He had a good sized part, and did wonderfully.  Several of his friends came up to tell me what a good kid he was.  We found out this week that his school will be closing at the end of this school year.  They are a small, private Christian school and don't have enough students to continue.  So he will be attending public school for his senior year.  It will be the first time he has set foot in a public school.

I am dealing with a bipolar eBay buyer.  I wouldn't be surprised if she's reading this now.  She has stalked my feedback and requested my phone number.  Thankfully a buyer like her only comes along once every 18 months or so.