You know we are in trouble when my post starts off “We weren’t going to adopt another…”. And once again, it’s Irene who wedged the chisel into the cracks in my steely resolve. There were feral (semi-wild) kittens, you see, at the rescue shelter where she volunteers. And one of them was very scared, and curled up and buried his head in her sweater and purred when she was there. And it was very sad, and very cute, and couldn’t she please bring her home?
Irene and I went to visit my sister Connie today and to see the house she bought and refurbished. She’s done a really nice job taking an older home that had been used and abused and turning it around. Lots of TLC has gone into the place, but more importantly it’s her house- and it has a yard!
Cracking open the vaults of time again….Irene and I celebrated our anniversary back in July (July 14, to be exact). We took a little 2 day vacation for our anniversary this year, heading to the island on Friday and returning on Monday. We spent the night in Chemanus, at the Castlebury Inn Bed and Breakfast.
Back in the olden days (June, 2006), my best friend Chris came out to the coast for a vacation. We visited, and I posted some pictures from one day of the time he was here.
Irene has been aquasizing for a couple of months now as part of the recovery process from her hip replacement operation. She’s going an amazing five or six times a week, and it really has been helping her: she’s walking better and better, and has even been able to go on some quiet rides on her horse Spirit.
I was over on Ensellitis’ blog today catching up on what he’s said during the past few weeks. He posted a collection “Stupid Links” a week or so ago, and I hate to say it but one of the links wasn’t so stupid 🙂
I’m not a Christian. I’m also not an athiest. I’m in that dangerous middle-zone: I’m an agnostic.
Being an agnostic means the jury is still out, and in my case always will be. I don’t believe in “God” as described in any theism. But I also think there is an amazing wonder to the near-infinite complexity of the universe having produced something like a flower, or a Kelly. I find it really hard to believe in daily involvement by some sort of supreme entity: if so, he/she/it is a mean, vindictive, cruel SOB. But I could imagine some entity crafting the starting point with the
hope of creating intelligence, then occasionally taking a look in to see how its coming along. Sort of “Enlightened indifference”…
Irene still can’t bend over, she needs my help to get in and out of bed, and she still hasn’t managed to make herself a meal yet. But she *can* walk across a field on crutches and hug her horse 🙂
