Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
St Augustine, a cool Saturday evening, the 72’ Schooner Freedom and really good friends made for a totally wonderful, blogworthy event. The occasion was Alyson’s @#th birthday -it’s a milestone year I should probably not reveal – perhaps she’ll do the deed over on “Imagine Alyzabeth An”.
The afternoon was a hot one and we had planned on arriving in St Augustine before noon and doing the sights before the event. We thought better of it as we would probably look a hot mess by sailing time, so we did our usual Saturday morning thing and started for St A at about 3 PM. We were right – the city had absorbed the heat of the day and we felt like Thanksgiving turkeys fresh out of the oven. At the marina, the temp was considerably lower with the breeze coming off the Intercoastal Waterway making the evening perfect for a 2 hour sail.
Aly & Ford’s family and friends boarded the schooner and took to the waters where we laughed, sang, posed for pictures and toasted the birthday girl as the sun set and provided the perfect backdrop for Aly’s special occasion. Happy Birthday, Aly! Your grace, beauty and kindness are a gift to us. Thank you for inviting us. What a blast!
Alyson, the Birthday Girl
Ford & Be
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Pray that the Chinese authorities respond effectively in Sichuan, one of the country’s poorest provinces.
Pray that God gives people in the affected areas a sense of his strength and that they will show unity in responding to this disaster.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
As of 1700 EDT May 12, CCAA has not issued any statement regarding the above event.
Other earthquake related news items:
I post this with the sense of relief that the parent of a loved one in danger would feel.
An adoption agency here in the states reports that it is "life as usual" in Hunan, Joanna Mei's province. Please pray for the above prayer items - the situation is catastrophic.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Friday, May 02, 2008
Well, it was apparent that she was deteriorating quickly and yesterday was her final day.
We found Skitt in the fall of 2004, living in the storm pipes at houses in our neighborhood. She would have nothing to do with us when we approached her to try and offer food. After several months, we began to leave cat food in one of the pipes which runs under our driveway, so she adopted it as her home. As winter approached (yes, January of 2005 was quite cold here in Orlando), we did not want her to remain in her present environment, so we began leaving the food on our porch. She took the bait. As the temps dropped to the low 40s at night, we put a heating pad in a box with a blanket in the screened area, left food outside the box and cracked the door just enough so she dould get through. She took the bait again.
As spring came along, she began investigating the interior of our house when the weather permitted and we had the doors open. Soon, she was comfortable in her new digs and began eating in the kitchen - but STILL would not let us get near her. One evening, she exhibited some unusual behavior - she jumped up on the couch next to me and began purring. For the first time, we were able to see her charcoal fur with the beautiful silver undercoat, and we also discovered something startling - she had no front claws - she had been foraging for food, eating whatever she could without the benefit of her claws!
We later found out that a woman with 6 cats abandoned them when she moved out of the neighborhood. Nice gal!
We brought her to Diva's vet who estimated her age at 6 years and classified her as a "Domestic Longhair". But whenever asked "What kind of cat is she?" I responded with "A rare Italian breed called Tatiana Napoli." No one really knew the difference and it elevated her breed considerably.
She continued to be a very skittish cat (thus the name Skitt), running out of the room whenever we came in (I began to call her Skitt-zophrenic) and hiding out under the bed until it was time to eat or she needed some petting and stroking - on her terms. She was a comfort to Be, along with Diva, while she recovered from cancer surgery and when I retired last year, we began to develop a fondness for each other as I was at home quite a bit.
So, last month, when we realized that she was not going to improve after the vet visit, we had hoped that she would pass on her own, but unfortunately, that would not be the case. She'll be missed here at Chez Schaf.
Sorry if this post is a downer, but heck, blogging about it is theraputic.
A blogster friend once told me "Life isn't fluff. It's just life."