For Today - March 31, 2010 - Wednesday

Outside My Window . . . Dark - it's still dark.

I am hearing. . . ticking clock

I Am Wearing. . . that ancient pink & blue chenille robe!

I Am Thinking. . . . I really need to tidy up the place before my brother comes up from Houston. He's never seen it. . . first impressions and all that, you know!

I am wonderingg . . . Why I've been awake since 2 AM?

I Am Grateful. . . that dear daughter is going to be fine. We spent all afternoon in the doctor's office and/or the ER. Her heart, lungs, bloodwork, etc., is all fine. An inflamed bone in her chest. How does that happen?
OH! And you won't believe it! The ER doctor was the SAME ONE who tended to her 6 years ago when she was admitted into the ER for her herniated disk. . . or is it "disc". Oh well. Anyway, he remembered her! Remembered her symptoms, her surgeon's name and reiterated what we heard over and over again six years ago, "It was a HUGE herniated disc"! It was somehow comforting that he still works the ER.

And that he still wears a Mickey Mouse watch.

From the kitchen . . . hot tea

I am going . . . tidy, tidy, tidy. Then take mama to get her haircut. Meet up with my brother somewhere, bring him to the house and then go out for the best hamburgers in east Texas!

I am reading . . . Nada

I am hoping . . . to not become crabby because of so little sleep.

Around the house . . . Messes & disarray!

One of my favorite things . . . Telling about God's faithfulness to us. Especially about the cozy little cabin. You can read about it at cozylittlecabin.blogspot.com

SSomething you may not know about me . . . I took photos yesterday of my daughter when she was in the ER. We've lamented there is not one single photo of her and her herniated disk experience. So we tried to make up for it yesterday. And yeah - I just happened to have my camera with me. I guess that's something you might not know about me - I usually have my camera with me these days. . . .

Today's photo Daffodils blooming in a calf bucket. I dug them from the old house & plopped them in here. . . didn't even add soil! That's why you see them around old homesteads . . . . a person just can't kill them!