Sickening is An Understatement

Warning: This article is one of the most disturbing I've ever read.   I will NEVER understand how anybody could do such things, especially to a three-year-old and a six-year-old.
Scotty McMillan does not need our prayers; he is safe now; he will never hurt again.
It's his six-year-old brother who needs our prayers.  Pray that he will be healed, and go on to live a normal, happy life.

Bunk Beds.... Sort Of

I don't have a bed; I'm not comfortable in a bed.  I have a couch.  It's the same couch I slept on when I lived in Brooklyn.

So why did I give this post the heading Bunk Beds.... Sort Of?

Well, usually, after I'm settled for the night, Winky jumps onto the back/top of the couch, and goes to sleep.  Hence, bunk beds!

One Of The Most Moving Posts I've Ever Read

I Was There To Serve Them

I just HAD to share this.  Warning: You might need a few tissues.

Something I'd Like To Share

I don't drive, due to my perceptual disability and poor co-ordination, but I'd like to share a prayer from Thyra Ferre Bjorn's book, "Mama's Way."

"Father,

     Help me to drive so I won't endanger others,

 and others to drive so they won't endanger me.
 And take the wheel and drive with me, so I can

 feel completely protected."

I think that, if I were able to drive, I would offer that prayer before starting out.  At least, I hope I would.

Sibling Kitties

Before we had Winky, Mom and I had Heather, and before we had Heather, we had Ollie and Cleo, who were brother and sister... they really were siblings.  

Ollie was more talkative (meowative?) than Cleo.  Quite often, he would stand in front of  Mom and/or me and make a speech.
"Meow, meow, meow, meow," and so on.

When he finished, Cleo would give one single "Meow."

I used to say, "Ollie does the invocation and Cleo does the 'amen'. "

Part Of A Conversation

Once, during a discussion about abortion, I said, "There is never any good reason for an abortion.  It might be best, in some cases, for the mother to give the baby up for adoption, but abortion is never the answer."

"The trouble with you," my friend [yes, we were friends, but we drifted apart] said, "is that you allow your religion to influence your thinking."

I looked right at her and responded, "Well, if it didn't influence my thinking, it wouldn't be much of a religion, would it?"

A Good Day To Be Sick

Today is a day of rest in a different sense... it's a day of BED rest.  I've got a cold. 

Headache... on and off.

Stuffed nose.

Coughing.

In a word... BLECH!

But in a way I'm ALMOST glad.  After all, today we pray in a special way for the Souls in Purgatory, and I can really help them by offering up my sickness.  So November 2nd is a good day to be sick!