Stuff

Here we are in a new year. Happy New Year.

Winter has finally arrived, calendars are purchased, I want a fire in the fireplace.

Last night Husband and I were coming home and a coyote jumped off the bank in front of us. We missed him (or he missed us) by this much. He was gone into the bush, obviously after something. he was running full tilt, almost on the ground. If he ever even saw the car, he didn't acknowledge it. 

Boy, howdy. It was scary, but only after the fact.

We finally have our Christmas decorations up.  HA!

I ain't takin' 'em down for a few weeks. I'll get itchy and suddenly want shed of it all, but not yet.

I'm about to embark on drinking kefir. Pray for me. If you don't know what this stuff is, let's just say it's alive and supposed to balance all your bacteria and stuff in your gut. I've tried everything else for a little over two weeks, and nothing has cured me.

But I'm tied of being chained to the outhouse like a goose on cod liver oil, if you pardon the graphics. 

It's just gonna take a little getting used to eating something while it is still alive. I'm used to eatin' my food dead.

An x-ray has shown something else wrong with my back. But I can't deal with that till I fix my innards elsewhere.

I know there are  many people praying for me, which I appreciate more than anyone ever knows. May I take this moment to say thanks.

I sold thirty-four books in December, which is a lot considering I don't have a new book out. 

I am working on a book. Mostly at this point making notes because my studio doesn't have a bathroom.

I guess this bathroom stuff is "TMI", but heck, this is just between us, right?

And I have no vanity anymore. I guess the older one gets, the less one worries about what everyone else might think.

If I get any worse, Husband won't let me out of the house.

Or blog.

Oh, and speaking of that (sorta okay, not really),  I'm sure  you've already seen the headlines from last week where the woman in Wal-mart was riding around in one of their carts eating sushi, chicken and drinking wine. They finally had her arrested. I don't know if it was because she was drinking red wine instead of white with the chicken or what. 

I promise I won't do that, anyway. I ain't eatin' sushi, I am a teetotaler, and the bathrooms are too far away in Wal-Mart to be joy riding in a cart.

Plus, I really do want to keep blogging, you know.

I'd  miss you guys if I was in jail.

The Day After

I figured I better blog tonight so no one would think I'd gone berserk and eaten my young.

Nope.

The salt truck and scraper came and Husband ran out to town like a scalded dog. That was a good thing because we were needing groceries. Husband usually grocery shops on Wednesday, so we were two days behind.

Unfortunately, everyone else was two days behind right along beside him. Plus some foul odor and loud noise was attacking the grocery store. Husband said two ladies walked by with their mouths covered with cloth. He just walked out and left the buggy.

Then he went to Wal-mart.

Husband found out there are far worse things than wives who write strange blogs.

Since Husband had such a lovely time, Daughter and I finally took the cats to the vet. I only got one teeny tiny scratch from Lilly after we cornered her attempting to put her in the carrier.

We got back home with nary another scratch. There was still some slush on the bad shady part of the road, and it will refreeze tonight, but thaw again tomorrow.

I hear it's going to snow next week.

I reckon I'm ready as I'll ever be.

Now that I got out, I remembered it ain't all it's cracked up to be.

There is no place like home, Auntie Em.