Why I miss my calls

Betsy kind of has a thing for my phone when it makes noise. She is not your ordinary cat. The other day I left it in the car. The kitties like to play in the garage and in the car, so on cooler days I let them. Later in the day I realized I had left my phone in the car so I began looking for it, but couldn't find it. I had to have someone from work call me so I could find it. I found it on the garage floor.

Yesterday I had the timer set on it so I would remember to get ready for the picnic. Problem is the phone went off while I was in the bathroom. Betsy got the phone. There it went.... out to the garage.

So this morning I set it to go off so I could get a few pictures.

Note she has the phone in her mouth and is quite ready to carry the thing off. I don't know why but she seems to like taking it to the garage. That could be a little worrisome if she leaves it under the car.

This afternoon I thought I would play with her a bit. First I shut the garage door. Then while Betsy was off somewhere  else catnapping, I set the timer on the  phone.

When it went off, Betsy came looking for it. Even with being ready, it was hard to catch her on camera. She carried it towards the garage, but of course the door was closed. She carried it towards the litter box. I almost panicked. She surrendered the phone...ok. I took it before she got there.

I am thankful that Benjie has not seemed too concerned about the phone. He usually baptizes his toys.

Picnic

Tonight we had our annual church picnic.

The picnic area was pretty nice. It had a plenty of room and we had plenty of people.

We took a group picture.

And the kids were cute.

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Maybe this week I can get a picture of the kitties. I need to get one of Betsy running off with my cell phone.

You all have a good week..... and be nice.

no I didn't

Tudesday

I am going to do TUDESDAY with an attitude.

I am going to sleep.

Good night.

The Little Desk

This little desk is a reminder of my mother's personality and spirit.

I remember this peice of furniture when it had white paint on it. It was kept in the corner of the kitchen and had a plastic table cloth on it. It held the radio which was tuned to dad's radio broadcast on Wednesday and Saturday mornings. For awhile it held a toaster.

When I was in 7th grade my family moved to another church parsonage and the table came with us. My mom took on the project of refinishing it. I remember her stripping the old paint and sanding the table until it was smooth. She did all this in the basement in the laundry room. At this time, my bed was also down there so I saw a lot of the work first hand.

As she did most things in her life, she went about the task quietly and thinking back, I think she really enjoyed the challenge. I think the jobs she enjoyed the most were the ones that were done without a lot of fanfare and attention. She could have gone for the fanfare. She was and still is a preacher's wife.

I look back on my childhood and I see her working in very large gardens pulling weeds and harvesting the veggies. I see her sitting at the sewing machine mending or making new dresses for me out of the feedsacks from grandma. I see her knitting, crocheting, quilting, and never really sitting still. In later years I see her sweeping floors for extra income. She also mowed yards, did extra sewing for people, and helped dad paint houses when they wanted extra money for some of dad's mission trips.

This little desk reminds me of the hard work my mom did to serve her Lord and take care of her family.

She now lives in a nursing home and she does not remember the desk.  She doesn't remember a lot of things. The Lord remembers. His grace and mercy are sufficient.