New Kitty in the house! Room for more of some things …

We have a new cat in the house. This makes for 6 in total. This was an adoption (and a young’un at that!). Some time back I wrote about our “Good Visitor Kitty”. He last was seen a couple of weeks ago — he never was absent from our front or back entries that long. So, bye, bye dear visitor!

On to bigger and better things. My husband agreed to looking into getting a kitten. So some unexpected money came to us, and we went looking this past Saturday. PetsMart and PetCo each have adoptions on Saturdays in one of the local-ish (far away!) shopping areas. We were eager to see the kitties up for adoption. PetsMart was our first stop. No kitties, they were coming later. “Any kittens slated to attend the event?” Nothing as young as we were looking for, so off to PetCo we went. It was very close, just one or two shopping centers away. (TOO MANY SHOPPING CENTERS for sanities sake!) At any rate, we got there as they were setting up adoptions there too. But there were two gorgeous blue cats in a cage to gaze at for a bit, and then a new store to roam about … we’d never been in a PetCo. store before. PetsMart always suited us fine when they were the only ones around … no reason to venture to other venues — until that day.

So finally the cats came into the store via carriers. So we stood there and waited. Out came one of the younger cats. The lady in charge let me hold her, telling me this was the youngest one available that day. Three months old. We were looking for a two monther, but, oh well. I looked her over, and wasn’t THRILLED with her, but she was O.K. I held her for awhile. I wasn’t actually supposed to do that, apparently, but I didn’t ask for it. I had the kitten thrust into my arms! I hadn’t yet been approved as an adopter, no paper work had been filled out. That “cat” aura is unmistakeable though.

Back in time … in 1998, August precisely, I was very pregnant with our second child, and we were in PetsMart looking for a kitten and didn’t see any I liked. We’d looked a few other Saturdays as well. So that day, I suddenly noticed this orange cat. It looked like it needed a home. So I asked to hold it. It was a she, nearly 2 years old, Red Tabby (unusual find, a beautiful red tabby — and female to boot — red tabbies are usually male, and beautiful ones are hard to find in any sex!). I told my husband this was the cat we were to bring home. I know he knew I wanted a kitten, but this red cat was on my mind and heart. So home came Cinnamon (she’d previously been called “Maureen” a name that was NOT fitting — even with the unmistakeable “M” on her forhead, signifying her as a rank and file tabby). Cinnamon is the color of the darkest part of the stripe down her back. It fits!

Forward in time from here … 2001, December precisely — between Christmas and New Years Eve somewhere, we hadn’t been in PetsMart as a family since the above “Cinnamon” event. Our family had been near there, in the car or van in the parking lot often the year or two previous. Only my husband had gone in to get litter or vittles for the felines of the family though. This day in particular we were driving down the road that leads to Costco, and I said “Let’s go INTO PetsMart JUST to look. I just want to SEE the kitties there.” Surprisingly my husband said, “Alright” and turned into the parkinglot of PetsMart.

Inside we meandered back to the area with the adoption cages. I looked here and there, then went into the room that held some other cages, where cats often were put, out of the range of the dog noise. Outside of that room there had been some cats, but I was drawn into that room. In the front there were two cats together, and some other cats in another cage. I walked to the back of the room and slowly looked at all the cats while walking back to the door. I got to the door, and my husband was in the doorway with all three of our children and a volunteer. I then took a good look at the dark kitties in the cage together. My husband asked about them. I looked harder at them. I asked to hold one, since they were brother and sister and looked like they wanted some luvins’. I held one, don’t know which it was, and my husband started proceeding with the volunteer. I didn’t even ASK him if we could bring one home! Wow! Guess what? We brought them BOTH home. Not my idea, but surely not one I was going to argue about either!

They were dark charcoal gray, with silver markings in different ways, both kind of tabby-ish but not decidely so, either one. They came into our family and transformed things. I’ve written about Strider before in this blog. He was the male in this duo adoption. His sister — Dixie Blossom — is a nice cat, but rather stand-off-ish to me. She loves the children, but not me. Weird. First cat in the history of Me that didn’t love me. Hmmm. Her brother makes up for that though, more than makes up for it actually!

Flash forward to the present: On Saturday, September 7, 2002 into PetsMart we went. The same PetsMart where Cinnamon, Strider, and Dixie Blossom were found. Our newest member of the family was not to come from that location. We were at PetCo. and decided to take the little three month old home. I had to go through more than usual to get her, but it was easy compared with most adoptions other people go through.

We have children ages 6, nearly 4, and nearly 2. They didn’t like the idea of adopting a young kitten out to a family like ours. But then she, the lady, started to really look at us, and saw the familiarity I had with the kitten, and then submitted to the idea and accepted my paperwork. And then she added on to the deal to have my children each hold the kitten. Ah, a test! And I can say I never ONCE tried to persuade this lady to let us adopt, we silently and answering when asked, went through each step. No prep work for this test had been done at home. So, this was a natural test of truth. Each older child held the kitten. Success! The youngest only had to pet her. Gentle. Success! Yes! $85 later she was in our van in a cat carrier box.

Galaxy, 3 months old. Name change once home to “Scarlett” (good southern name!) She’s a toirtie – black, orange and white. Ugly and Beautiful, a swan in the making. She will be truly beautiful when she grows up and has thicker fur.

It’s so fun to have a kitten in the house too. It’s been years!Samantha is 10, our oldest cat. She was a wee tiny kitten when I brought her home in June 1992 (right before my husband and I were married.) Princess was about 4 months old in March of 1993 when she came into our home (caught in the wilds of the neighborhood, she was truly a wild domestic cat!). These two grew up together pretty much, and have become fuddy duddies without me realizing it.

So, when those two got over being kittens, we settled into adult cathood. Bleu was the oldest, born in Jan. 1989. He ran off and left us in 2000. So We were down to three cats before Strider and Dixie Blossom joined us. Now were are up to six! Welcome Scarlett! You are a delight and will be more of one when you get the other cats running and tumbling around! They are warming up to her. It’s only been not quite three days, and there is little hissing and batting going on. More community spirit. Play set for next week, if my sensese judge correctly.

Who had the worst time with this addition of Scarlett? Strider. He was MAD! I never saw him mad before. Never. Such a laid back lover he has always beed to me. He was jealous, no doubt. Well, today he’s much more himself, and nearly relaxed around Scarlett. Good thing, ’cause I still love him just the same. I have room to love many cats, and children.

But only ONE husband, and only ONE God (Triune, yet One).

Firelight & Candles

Candle light is so refreshing, particularly in these days of modern electricity!

It’s a dull day here, where we live, and it’s not raining, the wind isn’t blowing very much. It’s about 73 degrees F., but still, it’s dull and lifeless. A day like this the fireplace would be nice to use. Oh, we don’t need the fireplace to be in service … it’s not cool enough outside! But the light would be so incredible!

One of these days I’d like to get a setup to use candles inside the fireplace. Spring and Summer and Early Autumn could then benefit from the warm, cheery light. I have two pillar candles on the mantle, and they help, but oh the kitchen is gray. I’d love a fireplace in the kitchen!

Yes, an old fashion kitchen, cooking with fire. Simplicity.

So, you thought a microwave was simplicity? Far from it. We got rid of ours some time ago.

We don’t even have a gas stove though. In the modern country we don’t have gas (in subdivisions). I love cooking on gas flame, it’s what a good cook prefers, and it’s what I prefer too. So, when we get a large property with a house already built, or if we build our own, it’ll have a fireplace in the kitchen — with a keeping room along side of it, and a gas stove & ovens, of course.

The Unveiling of Who I Am: a little bit, at least

As you readers may have noticed, this blog is not totally anonymous any longer. Today I added my first name to the posts. So it’s officially a “semi-anonymous” blog now. Maybe I’m known just by that, maybe not. If you know me by my first name, you may have already known me just by what I was writing “anonymously”. But then again, some humans are not such smart whips … 😉

Why did I decide to unveil part of my identity? Why not. That’s my answer. I’m all over the internet with various Identities, sometimes my real name, sometimes a screen name … and what’s there to hide? There are reasons to hide one’s real identity, and that’s up to each person to decide.

I don’t mind y’all knowing my first name, for now, since I’m writing about my life, and the things I see, hear, experience in my life whether externally or inside my head.

Someone may have wondered, when reading, what my motivation is in writing this blog. I seek to glorify God in everything, and this blog shares my thoughts as I live for Him. And therefore, something good can happen, whether it’s to me, or to a reader. I don’t usually come up with a Title for a blog post first. That usually comes after I’ve written something. I don’t usually sit down to write something with a true purpose in mind. It comes to me as my fingers hit the keys on my laptop. This is how I am. My mind jumps here and there and everywhere at once most of the time. I come up with interesting theories or stories, or odd-ly strange–yet true observances of things around me. It comes through in this blog to a degree, but not as heavily as it does in my head or in my home for my husband and children to hear. (My husband probably would prefer to swap privelages, with the blog getting all the weirdness and he getting the more normal stuff!)

One movie that really moves me is THE MATRIX. It has such deep truth. We live in a Matrix, all of us. Do you want to take the blue pill? or the red pill? I’ve taken the right one. The one where I can’t go back. And I see more of the Matrix every day. Watershed experiences. Wow. It’s really neat to see The Matrix, over and over, the movie, that is, and understand the whole thing even deeper. Life is really neat. God created us and this life we live, and He gives us the power to see the Matrix we live in, and to break free of it. Ah, His plan is wonderful, even with the horrid things going on “out there”. You see, the story of “The Matrix” has hope. So do we. Postmillennialism is an eschatology of hope. And I believe this eschatology is the truth. So, The Matrix is really a Reformed Postmillennial movie. That’s my take on it. Read Bahnsen, Rushdoony, Kik, Gentry, DeMar. Then watch The Matrix. I’m assuming here that you already read the Bible. Read it with open eyes and open heart. Ask God to show you His truth. Matthew Chapter 24. It’s the past. The future is glorious.

(see, I had no idea past sentence number one what I was going to type. How’d I get to The Matrix and Matthew 24? That’s how minds can work!)

Flies, Strider, & Bleu

Flies. Summer. Ugh.

Why is it that flies WANT to come inside houses? They are only around outside when it’s warm … no flies around in the Winter. So, in the Summer, when the house is COLD from the Air Conditioner, why do they come inside? Just to be pests. Sit on the ceiling, sit on the ceiling fan. Sit on the curtains. Buzz at the window, trying to escape to the outdoors, only to NOT go out when you open the door for them. They go deeper inside the house at that point, or to the corner of the wall away from the door opening, or some such thing.

Enter Strider. My most favorite kitty. Strider and his sister, Dixie Blossom, were adopted from a shelter the end of December 2001 (they were part of a cat colony, captured as young kittens in June 2001). They are both beautiful, similarly marked though very different from each other. They are charcoal gray with silver markings, tiger-ish, but not tabby markings. Strider has more straight lines of silver. Dixie Blossom has more swirls of silver. She is also darker looking overall, with decidedly tabby markings on her chest, in silver.

Strider is lighter charcoal overall in appearance, but his ears … silver … beautiful silver ears. His eyes are haunting, frightening to look at actually. Unless you love cats. And know that cats love you.

Strider is a name from Lord of the Rings trilogy. Aragorn’s nickname as a Ranger.

What does Strider the cat do? How does he have anything to do with the flies? Ah, he catches them and eats them.

Hurray for Strider!

We are so happy to have this brother and sister duo. I am so glad for them, and feel very fortunate to have them in our household. Why did they grow from kitten-hood to nearly adult-cat-hood without any prospective owners? I don’t know. They are lovely pets.

And Strider has replaced Bleu. Bleu ran away a few years ago, an old cat, he was my baby. He was 11 and the door was left open down in the basement, by accident. Never saw him again. Strider is my buddy. He is such a lover. He has healed that loss for me.

And he eats flies.

What more can one ask for?!!!

Hummingbirds, not much rain, Hummingbirds

The rain that comes is not enough. Tree leaves are turning brown, or way-too-early-for-Autumn yellow or red, etc.

We’ve been in drought mode for the past 5+ years, things seemed better the first part of this year, but that’s not the case this Summer. Storms pop up and drop nothing on us. Frustration to hear the thunder, see the dark clouds, feel their heaviness, see lighthing jolt across the sky — cloud to cloud — or earth to sky — and no rain comes. Nothing, but the heat and humidity, and crackling grass at ones feet. I like the weeds in the yard. THEY stay soft. THEY are taking over bit by bit, inch by inch, and this year, probably square foot by square foot.

Those weeds have other nice habits too. In the Spring, at different times, they bloom under your feet. Bright yellow, white, red, whatever. Lovely. Low growth plants for walking areas are nice. I’ve wanted to install some in our yard. Like Thyme, the kind that can be walked on and survived, and produce heady wonderful aromas. But money is tight. Nature taking over is free.

I don’t like the weeds that send up big tall seed stalks. They get bad when my dear husband hasn’t mowed. In spite of the lack of rain, these things grow, grow, grow. The grass gets the crackly brown-ness.

It’s August, and with this heat, the Hummingbirds like the feeders even more than usual. This year we are seeing them in higher numbers. Maybe it’s the lack of rain, flowers are less where they can get natural nectar. And so they are glad for my 4 feeders I have (as are the wasps and bees, of course!) out for them. Yesterday, we had 7 Red-throated Hummingbirds flitting all over the front porch area, WOW! It was massively beautiful. 7 at the same time is quite noisy and active, and is the top number at one time for us ever.

Maybe others have experienced more at one time. That’s fine. Our area isn’t exactly known for heavy Hummer activity, so this was a blessing for us.

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Christian Liberty

Well, drinking alcohol* is a matter of Christian Liberty. My last post talked about drinking a Hot Toddy. I said I might have one that evening. Did I though? No. It sounded good, but I didn’t need one. I decided not to have one. Which is my perogative. It would have been fine if I’d made and drank one, too.

Moderation is the formula, and self-control is the key!

Disagree? Study the Bible.
*alchohol is the spelling many use in searchng

Bored — but I have a topic afterall!

I’m bored tonight.

Figures. The children were hyper at bedtime. Guess it wore me out. Yes, tired, but my mind is awake. My mind is awake, but not totally alert. It’s not about to let me sleep, and not about to let me think deeply. Yuck. This is the time for a Hot Toddy.

Whoops, there goes a topic!

Drink, alchohol*? Why, yes. Titus 2 says that older women should be given to little wine. That means some times it’s alright to drink. Not getting drunk is the key. Drinking in moderation is Biblical for true followers of Christ. Even for Elders and Deacons.

So, a Hot Toddy, that sounds really good now!


Teaching the Trivium

The Trivium.

That’s what we’ve intended to teach our children, just didn’t have a name for it. I’ve always ignored references to “The Well Trained Mind”. The little I heard, I didn’t like it. It seemed to me those who followed it were instilling formal schooling in very young children. Not what we believed in. So then hearing others talk about “Classical Homeschooling”, I learned that was the same thing.

So finally I payed attention when one of the email groups I’m in started another round of talking about “Teaching the Trivium”. I didn’t actually pay attention the first few days, but then backtracked when I saw a reference to it that didn’t make me shudder. I went to Trivium Pursuit and was delighted with what I saw there. Wow! “This is what we are doing”, I thought to myself.

My husband called them to order the book (Teaching The Trivium) and a couple of other little books, and it arrived on Saturday. So I’ve been reading and enjoying it tremendously. I was talking to an out of state friend over the phone yesterday, and she and her husband have children the same ages, and are looking at educating their children the same as we are. They had looked at Classical training and said “No” to it. I hope they’ll look at Trivium Pursuits information. It’s Biblical Classical Training. It’s really, really, really interesting and the approach that’s right.

Look for the document to download “Ten things to do with your children 10 and under”. It’s in the book, and nice to have the option to look at it ahead of time. And to have it on the computer.

Training our children to read, using phonics, and to love to learn, and to be self-learners … these have ALWAYS been our first goals in educating them. We talked about it before we were married. We had to wait a while before we had our first child, so we are finally getting to the place where our dear eldest will be reading by himself very well within the year. We are ready to begin a bit more intensive “knowledge” training. No teaching, just training, how-to, watch this son, memorize this, recite this, copy this. That’s not hard. Training our children is not that hard. Of course, we must love them dearly, and want to give them the edge they need to learn for a life time, a life time of service to our Dear Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.

My husband and I are looking forward to all that WE are going to be learning in the next 20 or more years, with our children learning all around us.

Upgrade in progress

Remember that upgrade I talked about here?

It’s in progress. Really. What am I talking about? Ah, it’s a woman thing. Some women today need extra progesterone. Yes. It’s fine to talk about. Natural progesterone cream is available in the United States without a prescription. Dr’s poo-poo it here. Well, what else is new?

Many doctors do just that, offer drugs for symptoms, not something that will HELP someone. I’ve struggled with migraines and PMS symptoms for years. Are these things real? Yes. What could help someone like this? Progesterone? I’d have laughed at that in the past. But no longer. For the last couple of weeks I’ve been using some. I’m calmer, like right now, even though I have a screaming, rebellious 22 month old right next to me. A month ago –pre-progesterone era– I’d have been furious by now.

I have so much to say, but won’t. The big thing about this is many women struggle in their adult years, needlessly. They struggle with health issues, infertility issues, quick anger, sluggishness … just to name a few things. Women are called lazy and/or sinful because of these things, by Christians.

I got by. I treated my symptoms as well as I could with over-the-counter meds. But I realized finally that here in my mid-30’s things were getting way worse than I’d ever experienced. Imitrex, Prozac, just two things any doctor would GLADLY throw my way. I’ve never asked for these, and never will.

What does natural progesterone do? It creates a balance in your body if it’s out of balance. If your body is hormonally running smooth, it feels quite different. I know the difference now. It’ll take awhile to attain a stable balance … but so far, it’s like night and day, the difference. As my husband put it the other day “I can see that we are becoming a kinder, gentler family!”

Wow. Yes, just one woman changing, changes the whole family. Chain reactions are cut off at the core. Mornings aren’t as hard now either. No, I’m STILL not a morning person, but neither am I a Grizzly coming out of Winter Hibernation either anymore.

So, was it sin that made me grouchy in the morning? Sin that made me have a hair-trigger on my anger? Sin that made my body freak out over loud noise?

If so, why is it that natural progesterone cream use has rendered me nice in the morning. What is anger? Very little contact with it. Loud noise? What’s too loud? Three screaming little children? Not anymore.

That’s just the beginning. Migraines aren’t as bad. Energy is somewhat better. Low-Blood sugar tendancies are improving.

God has given us what we need to live. If in these modern times I need extra progesterone, then yes, it’s what I need, and it’s available. I can sit here and desire to be nicer … and want to feel better. I can pray about it daily, often, always.

God will heal me one day, all of us actually, of our afflictions. But in this LIFE, we have things to make us function better … natural progesterone cream for women is one of these things. And it’s not a “drug” it has no bad side-effects. It’s exactly what our bodies make. It’s something good. Mine is called Happy PMS Cream. Funny, but TRUE!

So if any one reading this has any PMS symptoms, find out about using natural progesterone cream. It could change you back into you — Defragging works smoothly now, since I began upgrading.