Friday, July 7, 2017
Moving!
This blog is moving to another!! Not sure how to transfer or anything yet.... but for anyone out there who may have peaked once or twice at my blog - here it is!
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Flagging
I love to work with TJ. I love to be able to be a help or an extra hand on the farm. I've found there are plenty of ways that I can help out, and I like to be available for that. Well this past week TJ purchased the deal of the season! A great air drill that will help this seeding season go by much more quickly and efficiently. This thing was five hours away from us and needed to be hauled back with a semi and two flaggers at the incredible speed of 35-40 mph. And I was the front flagger!
Well it ended up being a decent trip all around. I felt content like a little kid - two nights in hotels, three restaurant meals, continental breakfast, and Adventures in Odyssey all day (Novacom saga - the best!). I colored in my sketch book at breaks, listened to music occasionally and just drove for basically two days straight. And on top of it all, I was a help to TJ and the farm! I have to confess though that when I got home, I was drained and cranky. I was happy the whole time till I got home! did straighten up after some housework and a good long nap. :)
Well it ended up being a decent trip all around. I felt content like a little kid - two nights in hotels, three restaurant meals, continental breakfast, and Adventures in Odyssey all day (Novacom saga - the best!). I colored in my sketch book at breaks, listened to music occasionally and just drove for basically two days straight. And on top of it all, I was a help to TJ and the farm! I have to confess though that when I got home, I was drained and cranky. I was happy the whole time till I got home! did straighten up after some housework and a good long nap. :)
Rainy Days
I really do love rainy days. When I wake up the house is filled with a natural light, not a brilliant sun, and it feels like a cozy morning. Breakfast with TJ, planning out my day and devotions is the regular pattern. Then I'll usually clean up the kitchen, breakfast dishes, unload the dishwasher and listen to Adventures in Odyssey. Some days I'll stay in the kitchen, and with all the rainy days we've been having, I have been doing that a lot. I'll cook, bake, prep food for the next week, recipe search, write some thank you notes, and just busy around the house cleaning this or that or organizing a cupboard or room.
It feels like morning till afternoon when it hits me that I've been inside all day and need some fresh air. Usually these rainy days will ease up around 3 and I'll head outside to prune, weed the garden, or get taken in by a spontaneous landscaping idea. After an hour the whether will turn cold and rainy and I'll head back into my little refuge. Within my home it feels like there's an endless mental list of things I should do, whether to improve my mind, develop a new hobby, or remodel. And yet, there's something about rainy days that I find all I want to do is be in my kitchen listening to Adventures in Odyssey. I don't feel like overhauling the bathroom, tearing down the popcorn ceiling, or tearing out the carpeting. I want to do quiet, simple tasks just now. I know one day (in the not so distant future) I'll be ready to repaint, refloor, and receiling (? Oh well..), but not today.
It feels like morning till afternoon when it hits me that I've been inside all day and need some fresh air. Usually these rainy days will ease up around 3 and I'll head outside to prune, weed the garden, or get taken in by a spontaneous landscaping idea. After an hour the whether will turn cold and rainy and I'll head back into my little refuge. Within my home it feels like there's an endless mental list of things I should do, whether to improve my mind, develop a new hobby, or remodel. And yet, there's something about rainy days that I find all I want to do is be in my kitchen listening to Adventures in Odyssey. I don't feel like overhauling the bathroom, tearing down the popcorn ceiling, or tearing out the carpeting. I want to do quiet, simple tasks just now. I know one day (in the not so distant future) I'll be ready to repaint, refloor, and receiling (? Oh well..), but not today.
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Bread, Tortillas, and Canada
I am loving life.
I have the wonderful job of making food, experimenting, organizing all our new possessions and cleaning through old stuff, and spending time with TJ. Our life is set before us and we have each other. This is the best.
Well that went in an entirely different direction than tortillas!
Yesterday I decided to experiment in the kitchen. Since we have been going through our tortillas and bread quickly, I thought I would try my hand at making them! I'm married to a wheat farmer, so flour is not a problem. I have been using allrecipes almost three times a day, ok not that much, but a lot. And I found recipes on there for my experiments. The one for tortillas used shortening. Since I didn't have any and didn't really want to use any, I followed a comment that recommended using olive oil instead and she cut the salt in half, "Works perfectly!" When I rolled up the balls though, they were very hard and sort of crumbly, but I didn't worry about it and just set them on a tray to rest.
I had the dough rising for the bread and the little tortilla balls resting when TJ came in. "Hey babe! Pack your bags! We're going to Canada!" (A side note that often my quotations are summaries and not direct quotes.) He had some things to do and wanted to wait till the bread was baked, so I commenced rushing around like a mad woman for the next hour. Really it wasn't a big deal to leave, but I wanted to do 100 things in an hour and be ready to go! Thankfully I'm married to a very relaxed man and he didn't mind running a little late or that not everything was done.
However, there I was trying to roll out these hard brown balls into tortillas, they didn't look like any tortillas I had ever seen but sad flat brown and completely misshapen dough blankets. I was trying to fry them and check the bread and prep road trip snacks. I couldn't do all the tortillas because they were so difficult to work with! When I had made some I realized that it would be dinner time by the time we were on the road, so I pulled out my skillet and began cooking meat, onions, and peppers for quesadillas. I used my new tortillas (which tasted like communion bread) and it was a hot mess! Not the same size and therefore spilling out, burning meat, and just messy.
When we were driving I was saying how the tortillas were a fail and tasted like communion bread. "They don't taste like communion bread," TJ said thoughtfully, "see those taste good."
We both started laughing and he tried to correct what he said, in that they tasted differently - but I understood. They were what Matthew would call, "So-Called Tortillas."
This story pretty much ends there. We got out about a half hour later, I ended up having plenty of time to clean up, I cut up the best pieces of the quesadillas so TJ couldn't tell that much, and the bread turned out pretty good. TJ loved the bread, so there was some success. Our trip to Canada was to look at an air drill for seeding. It was 8 hours away, we stayed in a hotel, swam in the pool, ate lots of Tim Hortons and drove back after he looked at it. Anti-climatic trip, but the spontaneity and the hotel were fun!
I have the wonderful job of making food, experimenting, organizing all our new possessions and cleaning through old stuff, and spending time with TJ. Our life is set before us and we have each other. This is the best.
*Note: In my ponderings of marriage I have considered that while I was single, the struggle was wanting to be married, but knowing that marriage would not "complete me." However, being married, it is the happiest place I have ever been in. It is the most wonderful time with a friend, lover, and provider - how could I help but feel completed? Well here is what I have come to understand, it is not the marriage itself, but God's call upon my life now being fulfilled. The past year was a struggle and fight within myself of trying to understand where it was God wanted me. As soon as I chose to believe Him, I was one step closer to that complete joy, yet I still had to work to get there. Deciding to marry TJ was a freeing decision, but it took patience, trust, work, and much prayer to get there. Marrying TJ was the easiest thing to do, but to get to that point I had to sacrifice much of my own will and independence. I had to sacrifice much of what I thought made me who I was. Yet after marrying him and coming wholly and completely under the submission of God's will working in my life - there is a peace which passes all understanding. The struggle within is gone. Therefore, it is not marriage itself that "completed" me, but being in the will of my Father. And could He be more loving? That this is His will for me amazes and humbles me. What a gift! What joy!
Though I don't think anyone but maybe my Mom reads this, if anyone single or searching or struggling reads this - please do not misunderstand me. Every phase of our lives is a gift from God. Some phases are times of trials and some of pleasant meadows (Pilgrims Progress) in which we walk together in delight. C.S. Lewis in A Grief Observed said that "happiness" and "sadness" are not points that we reach, but rather our happy and sad times are made up of both happy and sad moments. We are not usually only in a happy or sad place, but there are often moments of sunshine during a storm and dark spots in the meadow. (I hope my paraphrasing was not too confusing!) Wherever God calls you, though perhaps frightening or life-altering, it is the greatest freedom to submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.
Well that went in an entirely different direction than tortillas!
Yesterday I decided to experiment in the kitchen. Since we have been going through our tortillas and bread quickly, I thought I would try my hand at making them! I'm married to a wheat farmer, so flour is not a problem. I have been using allrecipes almost three times a day, ok not that much, but a lot. And I found recipes on there for my experiments. The one for tortillas used shortening. Since I didn't have any and didn't really want to use any, I followed a comment that recommended using olive oil instead and she cut the salt in half, "Works perfectly!" When I rolled up the balls though, they were very hard and sort of crumbly, but I didn't worry about it and just set them on a tray to rest.
I had the dough rising for the bread and the little tortilla balls resting when TJ came in. "Hey babe! Pack your bags! We're going to Canada!" (A side note that often my quotations are summaries and not direct quotes.) He had some things to do and wanted to wait till the bread was baked, so I commenced rushing around like a mad woman for the next hour. Really it wasn't a big deal to leave, but I wanted to do 100 things in an hour and be ready to go! Thankfully I'm married to a very relaxed man and he didn't mind running a little late or that not everything was done.
However, there I was trying to roll out these hard brown balls into tortillas, they didn't look like any tortillas I had ever seen but sad flat brown and completely misshapen dough blankets. I was trying to fry them and check the bread and prep road trip snacks. I couldn't do all the tortillas because they were so difficult to work with! When I had made some I realized that it would be dinner time by the time we were on the road, so I pulled out my skillet and began cooking meat, onions, and peppers for quesadillas. I used my new tortillas (which tasted like communion bread) and it was a hot mess! Not the same size and therefore spilling out, burning meat, and just messy.
When we were driving I was saying how the tortillas were a fail and tasted like communion bread. "They don't taste like communion bread," TJ said thoughtfully, "see those taste good."
We both started laughing and he tried to correct what he said, in that they tasted differently - but I understood. They were what Matthew would call, "So-Called Tortillas."
This story pretty much ends there. We got out about a half hour later, I ended up having plenty of time to clean up, I cut up the best pieces of the quesadillas so TJ couldn't tell that much, and the bread turned out pretty good. TJ loved the bread, so there was some success. Our trip to Canada was to look at an air drill for seeding. It was 8 hours away, we stayed in a hotel, swam in the pool, ate lots of Tim Hortons and drove back after he looked at it. Anti-climatic trip, but the spontaneity and the hotel were fun!
Saturday, March 25, 2017
I See More with You
It is cliche, but it is true.
I saw it in the simplest way on our honeymoon. The majority of our time was spent driving. We drove down to Kentucky to see the Creation Museum and Ark Encounter. We then drove down to a little cabin in northern Georgia - a ten hour drive.
When driving by myself, I tend to zone out and think about everything and anything. I like to listen to things - talk show hosts, Adventures in Odyssey, hymns on Pandora.... but sometimes I don't listen to anything and find myself often in another world thinking about whatever. I do notice seasons changing - leaves turning golden, the sun melting the snow and reflecting in millions of sparkles, the plush green grass, or the new buds on trees. I like to look at homes, fallen or meticulously kept up. That is driving by myself.
When dirivng with TJ - he sees the big factories, the semi trucks and the large loads being carried. He notices the planes in the sky and the farms along the highway. He speculates what the purposes are, how much weight they're carrying, what crop is growing. He shows me the irrigation lines, the material type on a construction site and the shade of yellow on an excavator.
Driving became more interesting as the land scape changed and there were new things to point out to each other. "Did you see that billboard? Chick-fil-a is clever!" "Take a look at those wheels! Must be used for a Caterpillar dump truck."
I could tell that he was rubbing off on me and that I was seeing so much more around me because he saw it too. I immediately thought about the tidbit of marriage that is often shared - your perspective grows in life. Well it had begun and in a practical way that I hadn't anticipated. I didn't think that I had changed his view much until one day he pointed out a line of trees with red buds. The other day I told him that the trees budding was indicated by a hazy color on the tips of the branches. He could see it now too and pointed it out to me.
I hope to see more through life and continue learning. :)
I saw it in the simplest way on our honeymoon. The majority of our time was spent driving. We drove down to Kentucky to see the Creation Museum and Ark Encounter. We then drove down to a little cabin in northern Georgia - a ten hour drive.
When driving by myself, I tend to zone out and think about everything and anything. I like to listen to things - talk show hosts, Adventures in Odyssey, hymns on Pandora.... but sometimes I don't listen to anything and find myself often in another world thinking about whatever. I do notice seasons changing - leaves turning golden, the sun melting the snow and reflecting in millions of sparkles, the plush green grass, or the new buds on trees. I like to look at homes, fallen or meticulously kept up. That is driving by myself.
When dirivng with TJ - he sees the big factories, the semi trucks and the large loads being carried. He notices the planes in the sky and the farms along the highway. He speculates what the purposes are, how much weight they're carrying, what crop is growing. He shows me the irrigation lines, the material type on a construction site and the shade of yellow on an excavator.
Driving became more interesting as the land scape changed and there were new things to point out to each other. "Did you see that billboard? Chick-fil-a is clever!" "Take a look at those wheels! Must be used for a Caterpillar dump truck."
I could tell that he was rubbing off on me and that I was seeing so much more around me because he saw it too. I immediately thought about the tidbit of marriage that is often shared - your perspective grows in life. Well it had begun and in a practical way that I hadn't anticipated. I didn't think that I had changed his view much until one day he pointed out a line of trees with red buds. The other day I told him that the trees budding was indicated by a hazy color on the tips of the branches. He could see it now too and pointed it out to me.
I hope to see more through life and continue learning. :)
Where We Are Today
Using that "we" is still new. Since my last post about an ant farm....
-Told TJ that I loved him in August
-Decided our future for marriage in September
-He proposed on September 30, 2016!
-Moved back to Michigan on December 3 to plan our wedding!
-Married on February 18, 2017
WOW! It looks so simple writing it out like that. I didn't include all the excitements and good feelings, all the nights I laid in bed looking at the ceiling praying, "God please please - show me certainly that this is your will," all the discussions and questions and work that we put into this decision.
And yet, though those things are important to my personal shaping and confidence, they are not seen by the world - we are what we choose. Those decisions are what is seen, and the small choices balled into the big ones creates who we are. I am so thankful for those times yet I am thrilled to be here where I am!
The wedding was a joy. I set out to enjoy the planning time, the time with family, and "the day." My brother told me the night before to imagine that I had already experienced my wedding and that this was a redo. "Everyone says they wish they could relive their wedding day, well think of this as your chance to relive it." That helped keep it in perspective. I've also been in seven weddings so I know that mistakes happen and that its a crazy rush of a day.
A few of the laughable memories:
-Mom forgot the key to the church so Kass and I were doing my makeup in the parking lot
-Barrett, "You married now. I love you Married."
-Will, Barrett, and Linden rushed down the aisle and left Imogen standing there! Thank you Matthew for escorting her down the rest of the way.
-TJ blowing on my face during the "I Will's" (while Pastor Mark was looking down)
-Katie laughing at TJ and Pastor Mark looking over reproachfully at her
-TJ and I emphatically saying "I Do!"
-When Joel and Matthew were lighting the candles and Joel's wasn't lighting, Grandpa Howard yelling so the whole church could hear, "C'mon Joel!"
-Family skit!
-Our entrance to the reception: TJ and I slow motion walking to each other (me walking backwards then forward because he took so long!)
-TJ feeding himself the cake
-TJ licking me instead of kissing me with the tingling
-Us beating our parents in the shoe game! Such pros and only married a few hours! ;)
-Rushing with pictures and taking them in front of the Birmingham courthouse
-The kids coming to the reception! Last minute the babysitter got sick and I am so glad they were there! The kids loved the photo booth.
-Grandma Jo Anne taking Grandma Neva to the photo booth
-Dad's speech -joke interpretive dance set to "Strangers in the Night"
-Photo booth with TJ - SuperDave gave us all the props
-Photo booth with TJ - SuperDave gave us all the props
A few of the meaningful memories:
-Praying with the bridesmaids and Mom and singing
-Getting to see all the family in the basement before the ceremony
-Looking directly at TJ while walking down
-Holding onto his arm and feeling his closeness while listening to Pastor Mark's address
-Pastor Bob giving communion - sharing about the bridegroom coming
-Our parents praying over us
-Elisabeth and Katie singing "Love Through Me Love of God"
-Reciting our vows
-Holding on to TJ's arm and feeling him squeeze my hand
-TJ saying, "You look beautiful"
-Mom and Dad's speeches - welcoming TJ into the family, showering us with love
-Maegan's speech - fantasy family, praising us, and encouraging us
-Chris' speech - kind words about us
-People coming up to me and talking
-Faith Talbot coming
-Running through the exit with everyone
-Getting in the car with TJ, sighing and plugging the address of the hotel into the phone
It was a wonderful day and maybe there was more that went wrong, but I don't remember them. I remember laughing, sitting proudly by my husband, seeing all the faces that I love and know sitting together. It was like being together at a restaurant. Though I may not have been able to speak with everyone, I could enjoy watching everyone enjoy themselves.
It was a perfect day.
-Elisabeth and Katie singing "Love Through Me Love of God"
-Reciting our vows
-Holding on to TJ's arm and feeling him squeeze my hand
-TJ saying, "You look beautiful"
-Mom and Dad's speeches - welcoming TJ into the family, showering us with love
-Maegan's speech - fantasy family, praising us, and encouraging us
-Chris' speech - kind words about us
-People coming up to me and talking
-Faith Talbot coming
-Running through the exit with everyone
-Getting in the car with TJ, sighing and plugging the address of the hotel into the phone
It was a wonderful day and maybe there was more that went wrong, but I don't remember them. I remember laughing, sitting proudly by my husband, seeing all the faces that I love and know sitting together. It was like being together at a restaurant. Though I may not have been able to speak with everyone, I could enjoy watching everyone enjoy themselves.
It was a perfect day.
Our First Visitor
It is calving season.
That means:
-Late night checks for TJ
-Little baby mammals wobbling around the pasture
-Bottle feeding babies without mammas
-Chit chats with Chris, farm-hand and brother-in-law
-Manure smell when the weather warms
-TJ home much of the day :)
-Unfortunate deaths when the weather is too cold
This is an unfortunate story to be told, but it will be a fond memory, so I would like to tell it here.
Since it is only our second week back, our first week was BUSY! The Montana reception was the first weekend, family was coming in on Friday and my Mom was coming Thursday! The house was full of piles of gifts, my boxes, and the families' stuff making its way out. It was overwhelming at times. I got to work and worked cleaning out cupboards, washing our new stuff, boxing up old stuff, and finding a place for everything. I cleaned the bathroom, living areas, cleared away clutter, did laundry, made meals for TJ, sorted through clothes - trying to get the house ready for company.
On Wednesday night, TJ came in after dinner and told me to come out and see a little calf. This calf had been born on one of the coldest nights. When he hit the ground it chilled him to the bone and he wasn't able to get up. He was weak and freezing. Though he was only on the ground by his mother for ten minutes, he wasn't able to milk and missed some vital nutrients in that first milk. When TJ saw that he wasn't moving, he put him in the warming box (a chest freezer sized plastic box with a heater attached). This is when I came out.
The calf was laying in the warming box not even moving. I am not always affected by the animals, mostly the cattle gross me out, but this calf looked so lifeless that my throat instinctively choked. We used our hands and rubbed the calf's legs and chest and I held the bottle while TJ opened his mouth. The most life he showed was a slight move of his leg and a few bellows. I grabbed a couple towels from the house. It seems a little silly now, but I have a pink beach towel I brought from Michigan. It is old and was never a favorite or anything like that, but it was familiar. In some way I thought that that familiar towel to me, being big and thick as well, might transfer a little more warmth to the calf. We rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. We talked to him, "C'mon calvey" "Drink some milk calvey."
I thought that maybe being placed with his mother again might produce some instinct and help him along, but nothing happened for a long time. Meanwhile, another calf under the lean-to had been snowed on and was beginning to freeze standing up. TJ put him in the warm box, though it was tricky getting the calf away from his mother. She tried to jump over the cattle fence and dented it! After TJ put her somewhere else, he knew that we needed both calves in that warmer. But what if the one trampled the other? What if it wouldn't work for either?
"TJ, this might be dumb...but could we bring this calf into the house? We have a tarp and I can put it on the floor of the mud room. We could use heating blankets and help him." He laughed.
"I don't see why not."
I was so excited, seeing this going in a million directions. All the way to the house my thoughts came too rapidly to realize they were crazy. This calf would live, I knew it would. It had to. Then it's mother wouldn't want it and I would be responsible to milk him. We would form a connection, I would develop a skill and Dad would decide not to sell him but to let him be a staple on the ranch. I would be known for my love and kindness to animals and would find a position for myself here on the ranch with the cows. Our guests would come and see our sweet little calf in the mud room, hopefully still alive and learning to stand.
TJ went out to go milk the mother in order to give the calf some of her milk, because the nutrients in it were important. I stayed inside, adjusting the heating blankets, bathing his hoofs in hot steaming water, rubbing his fur, exercising his legs, massaging his muscles, and praying. I sang the first verse of "A Mighty Fortress" because his name was Bulwark - "A bulwark never faileth."
After about an hour, when TJ came in, I was laying by his back, hoping that my body warmth might help. He had bellowed a few times and it seemed like he was moving more. I was tired. I was not as hopeful as I had been. I let TJ feed him, I adjusted the blanket, kissed his head, and we went to bed. We left the door open hoping that in following Murphy's law, he would stand up and tear about the house.
TJ went down one last time before we went to bed. When he came up I asked him, "How's calvey?"
"He's sleeping," and he held the heating blankets in his hands.
That means:
-Late night checks for TJ
-Little baby mammals wobbling around the pasture
-Bottle feeding babies without mammas
-Chit chats with Chris, farm-hand and brother-in-law
-Manure smell when the weather warms
-TJ home much of the day :)
-Unfortunate deaths when the weather is too cold
This is an unfortunate story to be told, but it will be a fond memory, so I would like to tell it here.
Since it is only our second week back, our first week was BUSY! The Montana reception was the first weekend, family was coming in on Friday and my Mom was coming Thursday! The house was full of piles of gifts, my boxes, and the families' stuff making its way out. It was overwhelming at times. I got to work and worked cleaning out cupboards, washing our new stuff, boxing up old stuff, and finding a place for everything. I cleaned the bathroom, living areas, cleared away clutter, did laundry, made meals for TJ, sorted through clothes - trying to get the house ready for company.
On Wednesday night, TJ came in after dinner and told me to come out and see a little calf. This calf had been born on one of the coldest nights. When he hit the ground it chilled him to the bone and he wasn't able to get up. He was weak and freezing. Though he was only on the ground by his mother for ten minutes, he wasn't able to milk and missed some vital nutrients in that first milk. When TJ saw that he wasn't moving, he put him in the warming box (a chest freezer sized plastic box with a heater attached). This is when I came out.
The calf was laying in the warming box not even moving. I am not always affected by the animals, mostly the cattle gross me out, but this calf looked so lifeless that my throat instinctively choked. We used our hands and rubbed the calf's legs and chest and I held the bottle while TJ opened his mouth. The most life he showed was a slight move of his leg and a few bellows. I grabbed a couple towels from the house. It seems a little silly now, but I have a pink beach towel I brought from Michigan. It is old and was never a favorite or anything like that, but it was familiar. In some way I thought that that familiar towel to me, being big and thick as well, might transfer a little more warmth to the calf. We rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. We talked to him, "C'mon calvey" "Drink some milk calvey."
I thought that maybe being placed with his mother again might produce some instinct and help him along, but nothing happened for a long time. Meanwhile, another calf under the lean-to had been snowed on and was beginning to freeze standing up. TJ put him in the warm box, though it was tricky getting the calf away from his mother. She tried to jump over the cattle fence and dented it! After TJ put her somewhere else, he knew that we needed both calves in that warmer. But what if the one trampled the other? What if it wouldn't work for either?
"TJ, this might be dumb...but could we bring this calf into the house? We have a tarp and I can put it on the floor of the mud room. We could use heating blankets and help him." He laughed.
"I don't see why not."
I was so excited, seeing this going in a million directions. All the way to the house my thoughts came too rapidly to realize they were crazy. This calf would live, I knew it would. It had to. Then it's mother wouldn't want it and I would be responsible to milk him. We would form a connection, I would develop a skill and Dad would decide not to sell him but to let him be a staple on the ranch. I would be known for my love and kindness to animals and would find a position for myself here on the ranch with the cows. Our guests would come and see our sweet little calf in the mud room, hopefully still alive and learning to stand.
TJ went out to go milk the mother in order to give the calf some of her milk, because the nutrients in it were important. I stayed inside, adjusting the heating blankets, bathing his hoofs in hot steaming water, rubbing his fur, exercising his legs, massaging his muscles, and praying. I sang the first verse of "A Mighty Fortress" because his name was Bulwark - "A bulwark never faileth."
After about an hour, when TJ came in, I was laying by his back, hoping that my body warmth might help. He had bellowed a few times and it seemed like he was moving more. I was tired. I was not as hopeful as I had been. I let TJ feed him, I adjusted the blanket, kissed his head, and we went to bed. We left the door open hoping that in following Murphy's law, he would stand up and tear about the house.
TJ went down one last time before we went to bed. When he came up I asked him, "How's calvey?"
"He's sleeping," and he held the heating blankets in his hands.
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