It is with a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye that I must say that Witchy didn’t make it.  But two very important things came out of this experience.  One a baby kitty at least died warm and loved.  The other was that two old people for a while relived what it is like to have a very young life to care about.

She/he was found in a ditch on the side of the road.

A very sad story could have been told.

But lucky we found her/him and brought it in.
It was cold, it was crying and so very thin.
Now it has been checked out and very soon.
It will grow bigger than that old teaspoon!
The Hubby and I made a decision
Witchy is its name and that’s no kiddin’!

A call to the vet’s this morning brought news that the little one is doing OK.  It is taking its medicine and nourishment.  The woman Jay spoke to said a couple of more days and we will know for sure.  By then we will have only one doctor’s appointment coming up and Courtney will be up to help us care for it. 

In other news I called upon my knight in shining armor, David, to come up and help me dig up the area over the septic tank opening.  If it is cleared it costs a little less to have it pumped.  Ah yes what was that I just said about rural living.  At least we are going to catch it before it catches us.

Other people write about their great dreams.  I write about new born kittens and a tank full of shit.  Aren’t you about as impressed as a man in a coma? 

On my walk down to the mailbox this morning around 11 AM I happened to spy what at first looked to be a bit of trash laying in the ditch beside the road.  Moving closer it looked like a good size bird, but it had a black head and a white body.  I haven’t seen any birds like that, but a still closer look and I knew I had found a very little kitten or a puppy.  I bent over in the ditch and the animal moved its head.  So rushing back to the house I picked up a hand towel and told Jay I had found a surprise. 

Back up at the house we found it to be a close-to-newborn kitten.  We called a Vet and made arrangements to bring it in.  Pulled the old heating pad out of the hamper and set up a warm place.  This baby still had its cord, the eyes were still closed, and it was no bigger than the span from the tip of my middle finger to the wrist end of my palm.  It was a couple of hours until we could get the kitten in to see the Vet and it’s now in her care for a couple of days to see if it pulls through.  I was going to bring it home, but Doctor appointments for the next three days would have made it difficult to care for.

Now the last thing I need is another cat in the house, but I, like my daughter, can not let a living thing die if there is any hope at all.  Cindy’s find was Meya and she turned one-year-old this last week.  Let us hope the ditch creature gets the same break.  If so you will see her/him real soon in Momma’s Corner. 

I have been sitting here in the computer room for the last hour or so visiting different sites, doing a little scanning, updating some medical expense lists, and playing a game or two of Free Cell.

Suddenly it hit me!!  It’s raining and thundering like blue blazes outside.  You can hear through the open cupola windows.

You feel the temperature begin to drop a little and that little feeling of curl up and yawn is beginning to tug at your brain.  Rain has always signalled the time to sleep.  Right now the yawns have increased , the eyes are tearing up and the nose is startring to run.  What a comforting picture.  You can’t hardly see the monitor, you are going to have to use your sleeve because your hanky is downstairs on the table, and your mouth keeps flying open like an errant garage door.

You are searching for that idea, that special message you wanted to impart, and all that float in that old gray head is—boy it is going to be good sleeping weather tonight!  So my friends Good Night!

Well our company left this afternoon and I must confess I was a piss poor hostess this weekend!  I had been mowing in the front yard a couple of days ago, ran under a fir tree, and whip a branch across my face hitting my left eye.  My disposition suffered sorely as did my eye and I went to bed early and left everyone pretty much on their own on Saturday night.

This morning my personal breakfast chef fixed pancakes with apples and bacon for every one.  The eye is better this evening But I thought that an apology was in order to The Evil One, Little Snit, and their beautiful (I’m proud) offspring.  Sorry guys—I’ll do better next time!!!

Do you remember all the old cowboy movies had an Indian named Iron eyes?  Well I have my own Iron Eye today.  Yep it was cataract surgery day and Jay came home with what looks like a half of a metal tea ball that was flattened and taped over his eye.  The surgery was out patient and he has no stitches.  A far cry from the old days.

At first I thought pirate but I couldn’t get any of the birds to sit on his shoulder. So the indian idea won out.  We have a follow up appointment in the morning and hopefully he will be seeing some then.  But for today I’m the boss and the seeing eyed dog around here.

So that is the latest from”Mayberry”

Just a short chat to say that I have finished Neil Gaiman’s ‘Stardust’ and a reread of Stephen King’s ‘The Dark Tower’ (book one) in preparation to reread up through book four.  Then I can read five and six in the series which I just purchased.

I am behind on two Reader’s Digest Select books, but I will be doing quite a bit of sitting this coming week with Jay’s surgery and follow up appointments so I’ll start catching up.

An update on Free Cell: Now on game #21815 approximately five games not solved.

Well it is the first day of a new month—let’s hope things go better for everyone and money and food don’t become a problem of survivial for everyone.  I know the truck repair,  the bedroom furnishing, and a new expense in the medical area sure shifted us into low gear for a while, but shit happens and we all get hit, some worse than others, but it is going to get better so keep those chins up. Besides it makes it easier to see when to duck!!!   

Ah yesterday was the day!  A day to fill my lungs with the dust of tree branches being run through a shredder.  It was a day to raise scrapes in the form of blood blisters without breaking the skin on my arm from branches whipping into said shedder.  It was a day to try to avoid the the bugs and to rip an L shape hole in my all ready patched jeans.  So I bent down, picked up, and shoved sticks, branches, and limbs into the growling and whining old Toy Built until I ran out of gas at about the same time as the shredder did.  I managed quite alot of the clean up but couldn’t restart the shredder after gassing it up.  So it was pull it back into the shed and save the rest for another day.

I managed to wash up my hands and arms then thought a look see in the mirror was called for.  Man there was debris in my hair and a black dust in the folds on my neck. 

After supper and a sit on the couch in front of the TV clearing my throat and blowing my nose I decided bedtime was in order.  As I pulled off my shirt a felt grit under my (well on my chest).  Into the shower as warm as possible to stave off the aches and pains tomorrow would bring.  Then off to bed—Boy I needed it too!

So here I am today still clearing my throat so I can breathe.  My arm looks red and angry but it doesn’t hurt.  My old jeans are in the washer waiting to be run.  I have all ready located the patching material for them so that will be done this afternoon.  My hot shower worked wonders because I have only a little pain and stiffness. 

I may be a piss poor lumberjack but you gotta admit I try!