Day Two

Sooo....

To follow up from yesterday:

After talking to the vet, we agreed to have Frost bathed, hoping whatever smell is so dang offensive to Eli would be washed away.

Now that sounds like a good idea. But you try putting Frost in a carrier. The idiots that try to catch greased pigs at the county fair have it easier - at least they aren't threatened with bites.

Daughter put on oven mitts after we finally cornered Frost in the kitchen. He was NOT happy.

The vet thought it also might be a good idea to sedate Eli, (just a little) so that perhaps when Frost came home, smelling all great like the vet office, Eli would be so chill they could kiss and make up.

Eli is now on Prozac.

Laugh if you want. But you try shoving a pill down a 21 pound cat's throat.

Uh-huh.

Not quite as funny as you thought.

Okay, okay, it's funny. And fun. In fact, next time we need to do something like this I'll call you and you can come right over and join in the hilarity.

When Frost got home, he flew under the bed, not giving Eli a chance to attack. Eli doesn't seem inclined to do anything other than look at Frost curiously as if wondering what the heck his problem is. 

More will be revealed. Let's hope it's all good.

We got a new tire for the wheel barrow.

No worker has showed up yet to do the promised yard work.

Mimi is walking fine now.

Daughter went to the library and they are still there.

Maybe they just forgot to pay their phone bill.

Please say a little prayer that the boys will be all happy by tomorrow and there will be no more cat fights at our house.

Or I may  have to take one of Eli's Prozacs.

Happiness is Fleeting

I called the library this morning to see if they had a book I desperately need.

You see, I am reading (or gobbling up) Craig Johnson's books. One must read them in order, as they are about the life of a small town sheriff.

I have two books that are to be returned, one I checked out and one I have on the sly from a friend (you know who you are). She read the book in one day, so I got it from her after church Sunday and finished it yesterday. It is still getting back to the library seven days before it's due, so if there is a person in line for it, they will be thrilled and none the wiser that I got to read it.

Anyway, the girl at the library said they did indeed  have the book I wanted, if I didn't mind large print. (I didn't ask her, but why would anybody mind large print?) I told her Husband would be by this afternoon to get it.

I was  happy! I could start a new book, one that I really, really was looking forward to!

In  less than five minutes the phone rang. It was the Library Lady. She said she'd looked everywhere and could not locate the book.

I was not happy.

Somebody needs to call the Li-burry Po-leece! I  mean, really. Has someone snuck off with my book without checking it out at the desk? Don't they  have detectors at the library doors for those thieving rat finks?

Anyway, see what I mean? Happiness is fleeting.

I believe we can have that deep abiding peace and joy Christ talked about. I have it, in fact, whether I'm happy or not.

And I also think God doesn't care whether we are happy. Many times He puts me in situations that makes me pretty unhappy. Growth and discipline aren't always fun filled, you know.

But I have His peace.

I wouldn't trade that for all the happy in the world.