Higher Ground

I'm pressing on the upward way
New heights I'm gaining every day
Still praying as I'm onward bound
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

Why the words to that old song?  They are going through my head this a.m. because of my cat.  Yep,  Because of my cat.  She has found a new interest and a way to get to the highest points in my house.  Not good.  I have a very large collection of old Roseville Pottery (early 1900's)  and the pottery is sitting on all the highest points in my house.  I am making it unpleasant for her to get up there.  I have a roll of frosted sticky plastic that I have had for many years.  Cats do not like to get their feet on/in sticky places.  The first high place now has a sheet of that, sticky side up and I don't believe she will get up there too many times now.  It is also a step to the highest place where the largest pieces of Roseville sit.   Of course I am not putting the pottery up there for a while until she finds the sticky stuff So...that is why I am singing this old song.

I remember singing this song, sitting on my grand fathers lap, my mom playing the piano.  Grandpa always had a toothpick in his mouth.  He pointed to the words in the hymn book with the tooth pick so I would not lose the place in the song.

Higher ground......................until next time.

Didn't It Rain...

I can hear the melody in my head...DIDN'T IT RAIN CHILDREN? RAIN ALL THE TIME.  Old quartet song.  I often hear an old song in my head related to conversation, events, sights.  The curse (to others) and just who I am.  I have been involved in music from the very beginning.

Rain?  Oh boy.  We had an all time 'gully washer' in our aria last night.  I was at church when it hit.  I live 11 miles away from church and out in the desert.  My daughter called and said, "If you are coming home you had better come now".  I didn't catch the call.  I don't have a clue what she meant when she said, "If you are coming home...".  At any rate, the lights went out in Georgia...oops, no that is another song.  The lights went out at church and it didn't even slow us down.  We finished the song/praise service, the preacher can do what he does in any  situation (I am convinced) and the service went on.  I told my preacher's wife that I sure hoped I could get home.  I took my storm/walking shoes out of the trunk at church just in case I had to have them to walk home.  By the time I headed home, the washes had washed (water had already run off) and I made it home with no event.  Just skirted the deep water places in my dirt washboard road and made it home.  As soon as I got home, I received a call from my son.  He and his new lady had made a very lovely pasta dish with seafood and I was invited over to share.  In the car again, .3 of a mile to his house.  Very tasty and welcome dish.  Even better company.  He followed his lady as she drove to where the pavement started to see that she made it OK.  Exciting night.  Several limbs down.  Hole punched in one of my window screens.  I failed to roll up the outside sun shades because I didn't believe the storm would reach us.  We often do not get the rain when others do.  Grandson and son-in-love came over in the storm and rolled up the shades before a window got punched out.  I love living close to my family who loves me.


That's my story and I'm sticking to it.             That's all folks, until another event.  Now, on to my sewing room.