At Our House Two Days Before Christmas

Today is the day before the day before Christmas and our house is a little fuller and a little messier than usual.  Our house never looks immaculate, thank God, I am very uncomfortable in houses that look like they are either material for a magazine or ready for showing by a real estate agent. I always feel the word "house" applys to them, not the word "home".

Our home seems to bursting at the seams right now.  Besides the usual Christmas stuff, wrapped gifts, hidden garbage bags in closets, a frozen turkey in the sink and a bowl of torn up bread pieces, smelling like sage, on the cupboard and for some reason extra library books piled on and around my computer desk.  The extra books are my fault.  I have an irrational fear of running out of reading material, thus the many, many books.

We have four more souls living our home right now.  We have two kittens, both male.  Both are white, one has a few black spots and the other a few orange spots.  Jon, my grandson, called one Spartan and the other Titan.  But to me they are Bert and Ernie, black and white Bert and orange and white  Ernie.  I had forgotten how entertaining kittens were and we are enjoying them immensely.  We also have a friend of the family Tara and her cat Gus.

Tara and Gus will be staying with us for the winter, while she gets some things in her life straightened out.  He cat Gus is an interesting story.  He is about 6 years old and is hydro cephalic, meaning he was born with water on the brain.  Gus is amazingly self sufficient considering his disability but he does require some extra protection from the other pets.  The fact that Tara has a hydro cephalic cat tells you a lot about her.  We do this fairly often, taking in someone who needs a safe, warm and loving home, while they heal.


  Our home seems to expand and then go back to its normal size when these people move on, yet they always stay a part of our family.  This is update of our home and family two days before Christmas.  If I don't get back to you and my blog before the end of the year; I sincerely wish you and yours a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year.

Monday, December 23rd, 2013................1:14p.m.

"When We Talk To God It Is Called Prayer. When God Talks To Us It Is Called Paranoid Schitzophrenia"

I am not sure who to attribute this quote to.  As usual I heard these words on my car radio, while driving into town.  I am really grateful for the CBC radio, most of my topics come from listening to that station.  I do know that the statement is true.  I worked in the Mental Health sector for a long time and the idea of you talking to God "prayer" was usually thought to be a good thing.  It seemed to encouraged, even applauded.  But if you came to therapy and said that God talked to you, you were usually prescribed an antipsycotic drug and quite a few sessions with a therapist or psychiatrist.  Hopefully the drugs and therapy worked and you stopped hearing from God.

Is it just me or is this just a little bit silly?  Personally  I have never been able to nail down the God thing.  But if there is one I would hope that His/Her talking to me wouldn't call for drugs or rubber rooms.  Just saying.

Thursday,  December 12th, 2013............1:15p.m.