A Side Splitter
Chloe was pulled from the shelter by Half-Way Home Rescue
I wouldn’t have made a good nurse. Or doctor, or phlebotomist. I wouldn’t have even made a good vet tech.
I get queasy at the sight of blood. I hyperventilate and sometimes, depending on the situation, I get physically ill.
When I was a teenager, I somehow managed to cut a small piece of the tip of my finger off with scissors.
“Go run it under cold water,” my mom said, helping me hold a towel to the wound.
The feel of the cold water as it hit my hand and the red washing down the sink was the last thing I remember before waking up on the kitchen floor.
We had yet another medical emergency at our house yesterday, the worst of them all to date.
Lions, Lambs, Tornadoes and Fires…Oh, My!
I don’t know whether to consider March in like a lion or a lamb.
Today, officially March 1 is beautiful and sunny, with a high expected of around 70 degrees.
If it weren’t for Leap Year, yesterday would have been March 1 and if that had happened, definitely in like a Lion.
Most of you probably have heard, — or may have even been affected by – the storms that began Tuesday as a huge snowstorm elsewhere, but as the storm headed south and hit warmer air, it really turned deadly, hitting 9 states with severe storms and tornadoes.
Talkin' Septic Tank Sludge
Living in the city most of our lives, we didn’t really think too much about the water and sewer at our house, unless the government’s fee for them went up.
Here, we don’t get a monthly reminder of our water or sewer, it’s all our responsibility out here.
The septic tank is not something we like to think about, but when you live in the country, it’s necessary in order to keep from having a disaster.
We built Our Little House nearly 9 years ago now and The Belle Writer’s Studio was built nearly 4 years ago (time flies!)
We’ve never had the septic tank pumped, but Dale and I talked about it this past weekend. Not pleasant conversation but necessary.
Ready for Spring and an Italian Soup Recipe
Our Little House covered in 12+ inches of snow
It’s been a long winter.
Not a long, cold winter, but just a long winter.
I’m not complaining about the lack of cold, snowy and icy
weather, but I think a warm gorgeous winter can seem like a long one.
Why, you ask?
