SQUIRREL!!

On my pillow this morning. First thing. And it’s all because of these.

Who puts shoe forms in flip-flops anyway?

These are Reeboks. What my husband wears around the house.

Flip flop. Flip flop. Flip flop.

So irritating! And I think he could mass produce them and sell them in the clock department. As alarms. They wake me up every . . . → Read More: Squirrel Thoughts – Sweating

Are you for real? Can online relationships be real?

Today Karin Fendick and I swap posts in the spirit of “friendship and community” as part of a High Calling Blogs community writing project called You Are Real. I don’t remember now how I “met” Karin, but I love to rest at bit a her place where she . . . → Read More: So What Is Real?

I am a nurse.

Trained to dispense comfort. Sooth fears. Lessen pain. Ease anxiety. Provide hope. Give strength.

But that’s not always comfortable. For patient or nurse.

For the nurse it might mean to insist on discomfort.

For the patient it might mean:

to breathe deep and cough when it feels like an incision will explode.
to walk when it . . . → Read More: Comfort in Discomfort

Monday: Melancholy day. Like every day after coming home from a visit with my sissy.

Tuesday. Bad day. Crybaby day. Foot-in-mouth disease day. We all have them. This video helped me. I posted it on Facebook. But for those of you who didn’t see it, here it is again.

It made me laugh.

So I’m over it.

I’m also over . . . → Read More: Squirrel Thoughts – Crybaby

I wondered what those little lines were on the “P” section of the turny thing-a-ma-jig on my camera! I always freaked when I accidentally bumped into those boundaries.

But guess what? They are supposed to help in photo composition using something called the “rule of thirds.” This is the kind of thing I learn by being a . . . → Read More: There are Rules? A Photoplay Prompt

I’ve said it before.

The Bible often leaves me breathless.

Gasping for air.

With major chill bumps.

Like now.

I’m more than halfway through Stone Crossings by L.L. Barkat, but I often go back to re-read what came before. And I’m hung up on the crimson (scarlet) worm, the towla worm, that she describes.

“How then can a man be righteous . . . → Read More: A Towla Worm and Chill Bumps