april 6th

my little hand is waving at you......please wave back!  it can get lonesome up in here.

the wind is blowing, sometimes there is a bit of winter's whistle coming through the trees.

see downed limbs, other belongings strewn about.  the storms have been fierce. 

last night when everything went black against the backdrop of that mighty wind i was so humbled.  prayerful......not afraid and yet wondered if i shouldn't be more afraid.......move into the closet for shelter.  yet there i stayed, lying in bed.......poor little rio cried piteously for a long time.  annie took vigil at the corner of the bed. 

it's mid afternoon, everyone survived in sparrow cottage.......pray you are all well and safe also.

eggs wait under a dish while the english muffin & sausage patty finish baking.  giving them five more minutes.

so hello dear friend.  i couldn't make it to sara's party.  very sad, eyes leaked and the pain burst out in the saddest cry.  sometimes it just has to come out.  being sick and alone is not always a blessed combination.  often times it is.....take today for example, not having anyone but the kitties about makes today possible to bear up under.

the storms flipped the barometric pressure, my forehead seems to be penned in be an invisible massive weight, it is pain.  a bit of tearful surrender releases some of the pressure.  hoping for better.....turned the heat back on.  it was right chilly this morning.

tomorrow i need to see the doc, but the doc won't be there........they assure me the nurse practitioner can handle everything i need.....getting blood drawn, picking up free blood thinners to get me through til i can afford them again..........and having a skin tab removed.  not sure what causes them, but i hope they leave me be from here on out.

pray to be able to drive tomorrow.  my head hurts....but then you already know that.  the sun is trying to gather strength but it shines like a dimmed bulb.........odd the way it looks..  not overly in need of light right now.......darkness feels better......there is beauty in the wind.

last night i wondered at my lack of fear......something......maybe hail or tree limbs beat down on the house for several minutes......and i realized my breathing was even, not even a tinge of fear.  does this mean i am losing my ability to sense danger or that my faith is growing or ? 

it's time to pull the muffin out of the oven, eat some protein and watch  more andy taylor.  love you......lots and lots!

your pal, sparrow

p.s. oh dear, i put the blue glass pie plate in the sink to cool and TURNED the water ON.  cracked glass everywhere.....too wonky to remember to let the heated glass cool first.......it was such a pretty dish.......and then too there will have to be glass clean up in a short while.  wishing for sharper senses when doing things.  wishing, hoping and praying.  for us all.