The God Project by John Saul
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Thought I would put a few update pictures of my pets on here today.



Life goes on, doesn't it? A sunset comes to usher out one day, and a sunrise to usher in a new day. There are so many analogies that can be drawn from this, but today I will just talk about one. Today is inauguration day, and we have issued in a new President. Right, wrong, Christian, not-Christian, Democratic, Republican, Liberal, it does NOT matter. What matters now, is that we as a nation get behind him, pray for him, and do what we can to change the situation we are in. I heard someone say today, what we need to do as a nation is get back to the "old fashioned" values of hard work, spending within our limits, and saving for a rainy day. HMMMMM....now why didn't I think of that?? LOL! Why is it that this is such a "NEW IDEA" for so many people?
On a road going nowhere, I find myself a loan traveler. The road is long, and hard. Everywhere I look there seem to be pot holes. Some are small and a minor inconvenience, but others seem like huge craters, bottomless pits, that if you are unlucky enough to fall into them you may never surface again. I have spent two days walking down this road, on this trip. No one else is in site, no water, no nourishment. I drag with me a body that refuses to be moved~and yet I feel that I must get to the next turn in the road, over that next hill, through the next long night~so I continue to drag, to coax, to beg, and to demand it to move. What keeps me going? What possess my legs to walk forward, when the weight pulls so heavily on them? The only thing I can think is it is the hope of something around the next corner, over the horizon, or beyond the next sunrise. A cure perhaps, or maybe just the promise of a better day. I, of course, have much hope after this lifetime. But what keeps me going, tied to this earth, this torturous place full of pain, disappointment, and mind numbing fatigue? This is the question I have to ask myself today, and every day, until the road gets wider, easier, and less bumpy. What happens if it does not, I dare not ask myself.





I am so sick of snow! Okay to be honest, it really isn't the snow I am sick of. It is WINTER in general! There is a ray of hope, as I heard on the news today that there is only some 7 weeks or so left before Spring. Hallelujah! I guess the snow is nice to look at, you know, pretty and all. The real downfall of Winter is the cold, the ice, the blowing wind, the being cooped up in the house etc. 

Have a long weekend ahead of me this weekend. Tomorrow Zech will be home for the day. I love having him closer so we can be more involved with him, but it also really takes its toll, as he requires so much extra work then the other children do. We are going to be going out to my parents tomorrow evening to celebrate Robert's 18th birthday. I can't believe he is already 18...where did the time go? Seems like just yesterday I had him, and a few months I will be sending him off to the Army~and his Independence!
Sunday we have a soccer game in Morton at 3:15. My goal is to go back to church in the morning as well. I will have to take Tim to work after lunch, then head to Morton for the game. Then after the game, I have to bring the kids back to Pekin, and head back to Morton for a board meeting. I would take the kids with me, but we are going to be discussing some serious stuff, and its my first meeting as secretary, so I want to make sure my attention is where it ought to be. I had hoped to have had a laptop by this meeting, to make taking notes easier for me, since it is so hard for me to write....but that didn't happen, so will just have to do the best I can.

Cleaning?? Whats that? I haven't been able to keep up on my flying at all! Really depresses me when I can't seem to do the simple things to keep up (the swish and swipe and the clean sink). I just seem to have no energy for anything that isn't completely required. I did finally make it to church last night~but by the time I got home I felt like I had been through a marathon. People just don't understand how hard it can be at times for me. Simple things like going to church, suck out my life blood. And when I do go, I have to listen to everyone go on and on about how I haven't been there....... Even my friends don't seem to listen when I tell them that its the little things that wear me out~and I have to pick and choose what I am going to do.
Then of course you add to all of it the fact that I have this cute, adorable little puppy who
is not potty trained yet, and you add in a whole new set of circumstances in which I am responsible for care taking. We have had some successes, which make me feel like continuing on, in the potty training area. But it also seems for every success, we take 3 or 4 steps backwards. I know it takes time, and I am trying really hard to remember what a wonderful pet he will make once he is trained. But sometimes its hard to remember that he is just a baby and I have to give him a break.
Course generally just about the time that I am ready to give up, he does something cute, like chase after his little tail stub...and all I can do is laugh at him. I bought him a little blue sweater today, to try to keep him warm, but he still shivers all the time! And we found out recently, he is scared of heights......so there is no fear of having him sleep on our bed, as he doesn't like being that far off the ground LOL.
As for my hands, they were particularly empty today, for once again I got NO Stitching done. This really has to stop, as I am sooo cranky from not having my stitching time! Tomorrow morning, while Tim is home, I am going to take some time alone to stitch. And then he is off again on Sat, so hopefully I will get a chance again then. Once Otis is potty trained I will be able to leave him where I don't have to watch his every move, and then I can go back to my regular schedule. Its just right now, I don't know how long that will be. I am way behind on my Sistine Chapel. I still have 10 rows to do, in order to finish the first column, and I was supposed to have the first 1/2 page done by today!!! Talking about that, I have to get a picture of that and post it to the group as well~even if I haven't meet my goal~to keep me accountable.
This is a picture of Max, our cat. The picture does not do him justice, but it is the only one I have been able to take so far. So, a bit of information is probably needed first, on how Max came to live with us. Back in late Sept. or early Oct, during the height of High School Soccer season, (and Hurricanes), we came home one day from a soccer practice to loud howling coming from our under our deck. On further inspection, we discovered the source of the howling was a rather large and angry cat. I immediately suspected that the cat had been a run-a-way, and had told my children to leave it alone, in the hopes it would run back to its owner. A full week went by, and the cat never left under our porch. Of course by this time, I had to give it some food (although I have a stinking suspicion he was eating plenty of mice to keep him happy). The cat would come out and sit in my daughters lap, or mine, but would not stand still long enough for us to figure out if it was a boy or a girl. So we decided to name the Cat MAX (for Maxine or max-a-million {later determined to be Maxwell} depending on the sex~to be discovered later). Anyway, after two weeks of a cat living under my porch I realized that someone had probably put him out. (This has been happening a lot lately with the economy and people being unable to take care of their animals.) I discovered that Max was a he, and that he was fixed and de-clawed. So we did the next plausible thing........we invited him in. He didn't stay! As soon as the front door was opened, he ran back outside and hid under our porch. A week or so later, Tim and I opened the door one day to leave, and Max walked into the house (much like he owned it) and has never left!So as you can see, our house has a strange assortment of animals. We have a Gecko (Buddy), Two goldfish (Kiko and F-I-S-H), a Cat (Boots), and three dogs (Abby, Otis and Max~who has S.I.D (species identity disorder)).