My Daily Mantra

Things are reeeeally strange these days. We have been “locked down” for several months now due to the Covid 19 stuff. Some people are struggling with the disruption in their normal lives–while I–on the other hand barely notice the difference. I wasn’t really going anywhere anyway. Haha.

The negativity online was the only thing that was actually distressing me so I came up with this little ditty. Whenever– and I mean WHENEVER I have a not-so-positive thought go through my mind I’ve started trying to retrain myself to stop and prattle off this more helpful thought. It’s become somewhat of a mantra.

Try it.

It helps…really.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye…

Summerfest 2020. Canceled.

Wretched, wretched Covid19.

We can take the “lock down” and the “stay home” and the “wear a mask.”

We can take the six-feet apart and the no bath tissue and the closed everything.

But cancel Summerfest?!!! THAT’s going TOO FAR.

In order to console myself and others–I’ll link to the other Summerfest posts–of which there are many–so that we can dream of happy days gone by…

Summerfest 2018

Summerfest- The Big Blow-out

Summerfest Daytime

Summerfest Nighttime

Our Very Favorite Day

Summerfest 2009!

and hopefully brighter days ahead.

And Then There Was Hobbes

This, my friends is our little Mr. Hobbes. A few days after we got Lyla– Rhen walked through the door with this little imp–and oh–myyyyy…what fire cracker he is!

In fact, he wasn’t in the house 5 minutes before he—well, see for yourself.

He pounced on poor Lyla before she had a chance to introduce herself. I could just hear her mumbling, “How rude!” as she walked away from this uncultured ruffian.

All in all, I do believe these two l will be great friends. Someday in a year or two, Lyla– being 3/4 Maine Coon, will likely be much bigger than Hobbes. That seems like a dirty trick on the one hand. On the other–it might just even the score.

Either way, this little guy doesn’t seem too worried about it.

Welcome Mr. Hobbes.

We sure do love you!

Meet Lyla

You know when you’ve always, ALWAYS had a little kitty in your life, how when all of a sudden there isn’t a kitty in your life, well…it’s a problem?

After sweet Jiffy died we were so sad and missed her so much, but I had just had foot surgery and even though I thought I could certainly take care of a kitty–I really couldn’t.

So, to ease my heart a bit, I went on an internet search to find the perfect little feline–assuming that it would take weeks, months even. But that’s not how the kitty fairies work. At least not that day.

I saw this little one with all her sisters and brothers and my breath caught.  It was the day of the doTERRA Company Christmas party–I remember it very clearly.

My son saw the picture of this fluffy sweetheart and instead of saying, “You can’t take care of a kitten yet. Your foot is still in a cast,” he said, “Ohhhhh she’s cuuuute!”

The owner and I texted back and forth during the whole Christmas party. I was thinking if she could just hold her for me for a week, I’d have the cast off and be ready. But the owner said if we were serious, we’d have to come get her the very next day from Price, Utah– 75 miles away! If we couldn’t come, someone from Idaho wanted her. That was the deal.

Thinking it wouldn’t work I told Rhen and instead of saying, “Too bad,”  he said, “ROAD TRIP!!!” The next day, he took off work early and we went to pick up this sweet baby. 

She fussed and cried to get out of the crate the whole ride home, but I was too scared she’d scramble under the car seat if I let her out. I talked to her and sang to her and squished my fingers in the holes of the carrier.

When we finally got her home–she wouldn’t come out of the crate at all. She was too nervous to face the great big world. I had to reach in and get her.

Meet our sweet Lyla everyone. She is 3/4 Maine Coon and 1/4 Persian. Tiny and soft and dainty and gorgeous.

Welcome home baby. I hope you’re with us forever.