Good morning from our house! It’s 4am and my cats have insisted I get up because they are bored. Grrr… Oh, well, a nice, quiet time to write, right?
We still have our newest stray cat, Pookie; looks like he’s found a home here but our other two cats aren’t amused. Angus, a mite jealous, attempts to pounce on Pookie and nip him, so he tends to stay close by us for protection. Panda just growls whenever he comes near. Sigh…
It’s quite pretty outside; hoar frost has settled on the trees in the night and there’s a misty white circle around the full moon, but it’s still too cold (-14 C) for them to venture outside and bother the mice — so they bother me. Only November and we’re all eagerly anticipating spring! (The Stokes Seed Catalogue arrived on the 19th so we can to get with our next-spring gardening plans.)
Actually, I just dug out my Christmas cards yesterday; my project for today is getting cards off to my US & overseas penpals. Coming home from church last night, we could see one driveway is decked with colored lights already — and we realize that in a month Christmas will be over. Today is Grandson Evan’s birthday.
We’re in the midst of Revival meetings at our church, having started on the 19th and having meetings every evening with Min. Keith Wedel from Quebec & Min. Harold Eck from Idaho as evangelists. Lots of instructive and inspiring messages!
Two deaths have affected our meetings this year, the first being that of Dorothy B, the grandmother of three people here including Pastor Warren. That funeral was Nov 20th. Then in the wee hours of Sunday morning our son-in-law’s grandfather, Claude K, passed away. That funeral is this morning and involves quite a few from here; almost all of Ken’s family plus a number of their cousins live here, plus some of these folks were neighbors to Claude Ks back in Linden. There was a family service yesterday evening, so attendance here was slim.
Bob plans to go do books for the veterinarian in Delisle today. Considering my soft heart for stray cats, it’s handy to be on good terms with a vet. I found that out years ago already when we lived in Fullarton.
For those who aren’t interested in my grammar posts, I decided to post another poem by Edgar Guest to encourage you today.
I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know;
I want to be able as days go by
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don’t want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I’ve done.
I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself,
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking that nobody else will know
the kind of a man I really am;
I don’t want to dress myself up in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men’s respect;
but here in the struggle for fame and pelf,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to think as I come and go
that I’m bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me,
I see what others may never see,
I know what others may never know;
I never can fool myself – and so
whatever happens, I want to be
self-respecting and conscience free.
From the book The Friendly Way
© 1931 by The Reilly & Lee Co.