I Woke Up to a Whole New Look

Some people will do anything for attention. Mental P Mama looked like this last week. Ya'll were so nice to her I had to get in the act.
How dumb is this?
The only thing maybe new, was some laundry soap that I bought on sale. I washed my sheets yesterday. Think maybe they need to come off the bed and go threw again with just water. I'm not taking any antibiotics or new meds so I really don't know what caused this.

I have been doctoring a sick cat.  He had a bite on his leg and it swelled. At first the bite didn't show up, just the swelling but then a sore did surface. I spent one night soaking his leg with epsom salt compresses. I found two antibiotic capsules in the house and shoved one down his throat. I am nice like that. He's back to himself now so I'm just smearing antibiotic ointment on it about 3 times a day to keep him licking.

You just never can tell what's going to be going on around here. I have some ideas for some cool projects to do, if we could just quit running a insane asylum infirmary around here.

I did read a great book this week.  "First We Have Coffee and then We Talk," By Margeret Jensen. She is a Norwegian woman and she describes her life from her first memories until her Mama's death. What a precious story! Norwegian customs are similar to Danish and I enjoyed all the descriptions of Christmas celebrations, Sunday dinners, and picnics to the beach. Her Mama's table with homemade swedish meatballs and gravy, and the way she ironed everything. Her little house had yellow paint and white shutters. The kitchen had red lineoleum and starched lace curtains, with the constant smell of fresh rye bread coming from the oven.I'm telling you, it's a wonderful heart warming story. The best part is what incredible people her parents were and the impact they left on their children and the world.

I am still enjoying this view from my chair. The carpet is so soft and thick, it is just wonderfully luchious to walk on.

I am counting my blessings this Sunday morning. I am thinking fondly of my Grandmother. I am remebering my own great childhood, the strong memories my family made. God is so good. His mercy is new every morning, and His love endures forever.