Summer reading

Taylor turned in her summer reading list.

She wants to read all of Shakespeare's Sonnets (120+) as well as Twelfth Night
about 6 Agatha Christie Novels and two more novels by Jane Austen.

These are her favorite authors, and she has already jumped in with both feet. So summer is well under way.

I used to require a book at all times but once they discover the love of literature it's not necessary to require it. The desire requires it.

Reading is the one constant on the privilege ladder as well, the one thing they can never lose.

A long wonderful day is ahead of me. A day where I can work and play, relax and enjoy my family. I'll feed Horton, do laundry, make some SimplyFun calls, catch up with old friends, and cook for family. What a joy it is to be able to feed them again. Feels like me.

Man, I was really a good mom. I'm a good mom now too I guess, but wow when I think back to what we've done - all we've done - I know I did a good job. I miss being awesome. There was a time I was really awesome and hot. I used to be hot too.

Today, today is here, I feel good, coffee is hot the house is being rediscovered and my baby bird Horton is alive. Check back in tonight :)

No place like home

Sorry if the blog seems monopolized by bird talk but Horton eats constantly!

Little droppers like every 20 minutes. Jinkees, how I am I gonna feed this booger all night? This may be where the whole saving Horton thing falls apart.

I have had a good day. I felt really good today. I even took the steps at a brisk running/climb. It's been weeks, since April, that I've been able to do that!

I got lots accomplished, and just felt good. I like good days.

On the flipside of the coin, I know that the difficult days will be back. The wheelchair stand ready to claim me in the closet. I wish so much I would never relapse. What would it be like to feel physically good all the time? I think back to when I did feel good and I know I still complained and moaned about aches and pains.

I know it probably sounds morbid but I was praying about this tonight and thinking you know at least I have these good days. I know I have plenty of good days to come. There are plenty of people with no good days to look forward to at all. People with terminal illness as opposed to chronic.

I was thinking about the Power of Praise (book I read courtesy of Carol) and how there is blessing in pain. For those who have never experienced pain they truly can never appreciate what it feels like to be pain free. Those who have never experienced poverty can't appreciate the feelings of warmth and safety. Those who have never known what it is like to feel God's grace surround you and keep you alive can not possibly appreciate the gift of life the same way as those who have almost lost it.

It isn't a competition. But I know God will draw us continually closer to Him and the more of the spectrum we live through the more we come to know the heart of God. The better we will appreciate the gift of life of everlasting life.

I am continually reminded of C.S. Lewis and what he wrote that echoes in my mind at all times. This is not our home. We are immortal creations destined for our true home with God. This existence shouldn't be too happy or too comfortable because it is not our home.

For today the clouds peaked through and a little of the old me shone through, it was good to feel that way for how ever long it lasts.

Now, a bit more dog food for Horton...

May God truly bless you tonight.


We think Horton is a Robin and this Robin is definitely a Horton.

Baby Bird Update

Our Baby Bird, now named Horton is doing well!!

We are so excited about having something - anything we find, survive! He is eating pretty well, passing stools (fun) and squeaking. He seems strong and unhurt. He would have been toast in our back yard with our dogs.

He is in a box, on a heating pad and being fed canned dog food, baby food and baby cereal about every 20 minutes or so.

So cute!!

Baby Bird

William and Nathaniel found him in the yard. Oh my goodness! This little one is so cute. He fell from a nest and he actually seems okay. No injuries, no broken legs or wings and no internal bleeding. He is eating and moving.

What is the deal with all little animals finding their way here?

His little head is so heavy and big. He is sprouting little feathers. It's fabulous.

So now we have another project. yeah!

I feel like Horton.