Cat Rescues, Grandchildren, Life Lessons


 Part One


Today I begin a series about Lola, the latest addition to our household. Watching Max and Timmy react and adjust to Lola’s presence has been a hoot, stirring lots of reflections on life.
You already know that Terry and I love cats. Most recently, I wrote about cranky Queen Lucy, who departed for Kitty Heaven a few months ago. We loved Lucy, but she was temperamental. Max and Timmy are good boys, and we had absolutely no intention of adopting another cat —especially another female cat. 

In fact, I was adamant and told lots of folks in no uncertain terms, 


I should have known better—especially with eight grandchildren. 

Needed: Apartment Cat

It all began when our granddaughter, Emily, helped her roommate pick out a kitten. They  share  an apartment with three other University of Alabama girls. Emily even accompanied her to Birmingham to pick up Lola.

What? You Mean Not Everyone Loves Kittens? 

Turns out that three of the five girls had no interest in a cat. And before long, Lola’s owner realized she could sleep later if she closed her door to her new acquisition. Emily couldn’t bear to hear Lola cryingoutside her bedroom door, so you know where Lola slept. (We’ll skip over the litter box part.)



The only problem was that Emily is allergic to cats. And her sinuses would not allow her to ignore it. With a little assistance from her mother, she came to the decision that they needed to find Lola another home. Roommate was okay with that.
Maria had kept us apprised of the Lola saga.  So let’s just say I wasn’t surprised by a text message I received not long after Lucy’s passing.  
Maria: Your granddaughter wondered if you might like to have Lola.
Me: That’s sweet but no thank you.
Maria: Well, at least they are trying to give it away!
Me: I’ll pray
Thought for the Day:  It’s not wise to talk big about what you absolutely will not do, especially when it comes to cats, your children orgrandchildren.

Even though I never like to eat my words, this time it hasn’t been too bad. Watching Lola work her wiles on Max and Timmy has been delightful. She reminds me of my favorite candy, Dove Dark Chocolate – silky smooth sweetness with a bit of a bite.

Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.
 Proverbs 27:1

Next time: Cousin to the Rescue

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Aging, Change, Grandchildren, Life Challenges, Spring

Yippee! It’s Spring

Spring is finally here! The forsythia, jonquils, and Bradford Pears have been showing out for days. This week’s burst of glory, along with transitions in our oldest grandson’s life, have turned my thoughts to the changing seasons of life.

Brady just graduated from the University of Arkansas Fayetteville and started his first job in architecture. Are we proud? For sure. Was he ready? You bet. But with all that pride and excitement, he’s also had to handle the stress that comes even with good changes. And his parents and grandparents have entered the land of Happy-Sad by coming face to face with the fact that he is now a full-fledged adult. Where did the time go? and all those other familiar phrases have run through our minds for months.

Terry and I don’t wish him to be a baby again, but it means we’ve aged by 20-plus years and have entered another phase of life too. Have we seen changes in ourselves? Sure thing. Did we want to acknowledge them? Not really. But I’m not sure that’s good. While every birthday reminds me of my mortality, I’m grateful to be on the down side of 60. I’ve had friends who longed to celebrate growing older. I just want to make the most of these years.

And guess what? I hear that 50 is the new 30. I like that! That must mean that 70 is the new 50. Even better. Terry and I had lots of fun in our 50s. You know, children grown, more money and time to do fun things. I’m thinking the next couple of decades are going to be good.

But I’m a realist and I realize from observing my parents and in-laws that the body betrays us as we age, especially if we don’t pay attention. Things get a little harder, but I think achievements are a little sweeter, too.

My plan is to embrace the days ahead, to take better care of myself—body, mind, and spirit—and to dare to be discriminating in my activities. If it’s not meaningful, I plan to say no. If I tell you no about something, it’s not you. It’s just where I am in this season of life.  

What about you? Are you taking stock with the change of season?

  For,“All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.” I Pet. 1:24
Children, Grandchildren, Memories, Spider-Man


I had a déjà vu moment last week when a Searcy friend asked me to look at K-Mart for Spider-Man house shoes for her twin grandsons. It seems there was one pair of slippers and two four-year-old boys who wanted to wear them.
I laughed because I’m quite familiar with Spider-Man. My son, Gary, who just observed his half-century birthday, was taken with the same superhero when he was their age. Who would’ve believed that 46 years later, I’d be back out shopping for the Incredible Spider-Man. That’s what you call staying power.
I made K-Mart my next stop, and it was our lucky day. There on the second row of a rack of house shoes, hung the familiar red and blue Spider-Man. I grabbed the last pair of size 9-10s.
The next day as I mailed the shoes, I could almost fast forward to see Ryan’s and Garrett’s beaming faces as they dashed through Nana’s house in their superhero footwear. Aren’t they cute?

Garrett & Ryan Beck
These guys put me in mind of another little boy flying through the house with strains of his favorite theme song trailing behind: Spiderman, Spiderman, Does whatever a spider can. Spins a web, any size, Catches thieves just like flies. Look out! Here comes the Spiderman.

Maria  & Gary, 1969
If this makes anyone else nostalgic, you can hear the original Spider-Man cartoon
theme song in its entirety by clicking below.
Oh, by the way, if you’re a Spider-Man fan,
you can order these super-spiffy pumps online.
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