Introducing Good Golly Miss Mollie

I have been a little remiss in introducing the newest member of my family. Her name is Mollie, and I adopted her from the Animal Care Facility (aka "The Pound") 2 weeks ago. She was found wandering about and was picked up by animal care workers. No one seems to know her story, who she belonged to or what happened to her family. This is common with animals who end up at the Pound.

Best guess, Mollie is around 18 months to two years old and possibly a mix of Wolfhound and Golden Retriever. She is incredibly friendly and extremely eager to please. Every time I look at her she wags her tail and if I come into a room where she is she is immediately on her feet and rushing over to greet me. I also have Hopie the Wonder Dog (golden retriever) who is 3.5 years, and Mollie is super friendly with Hopie. Hopie is less enthusiastic about Mollie, but is adjusting well.

I am glad I could give Mollie a home. She needs some work with training, but has already learned to sit and to wait until told it is okay to eat food. She also understands when she is to go and get on her blanket! I like her.

Mollie is now Mollie Jones, and this is her forever home.

Sunday Scribblings: Now and Then

Now I stand on the brink of beginning my 31st year.

Then I was small, trusting and excited.

Now I am wary, subdued and unsure.

Then life was interesting - day upon day of new things to learn, friends to play with and dreams to dream.

Now I face my days with a sense of apathy, a stilted sense of time and broken dreams litter the ground around me, their spines broken and their innards spilled onto the cold and unforgiving earth.

Then I would have scooped up the broken bodies of my dreams, wrapped them in a warm blanket and prayed desperately that they would survive. Perhaps they would have.

But now I don't even try to pick them up. Death is a hated old friend of mine and I have come to expect its clammy hand to reach out from the darkness unexpectedly to pluck the things I hold dearest from my arms.

Then I would have cried, pleaded, looked for "God" to help me, to believe in me, to make it okay.

Now I expect nothing and get less. "God" is a big empty uncaring sky and I've lost any belief I had in serving Him, Her, It.

Parts of me are dead inside, now. Perhaps the parts that were the most alive, then.

Now, I don't think it is hopeless. Sparks of me then are in those almost dead dreams now. One or two of those dreams can be scooped up and nursed back to life. I have that much inside of me now. And who knows? Maybe one or two of those dreams will survive and thrive and change my life.

Now wouldn't that be something?

Santa Lucia Dolls

I have been busily crafting away this month on my other blog A Crafty Christmas which has been lots of fun, yet very time consuming. My latest project is Santa Lucia dolls, which I made from a kit provided by Alicia Paulson from Rosy Little Things. Aren't they adorable?

Technically they were supposed to be ready for 13 December, but as I received the kit later due to the time shipping takes between the US and Australia, I started making the dolls on the 13th and have almost finished them on the 22nd! Either way, they were so much fun and I just love them. I'm also really proud of myself and my creative crafting abilities. Yay!

My weekend in photographs...

Saturday started with a trip to a yummy cafe.


I like this cafe...the food is tasty and I enjoy the polished wooden floorboards and the interesting decor. My Mom had a bagel.


And I had Apple Pancakes with Cinnamon Icecream.


Then we went to a Fair at the Redemptionist Monastery, a place I have driven past many times but never actually walked the grounds.

It was peaceful. And we bought fruitcake!


There was a Christening in the church, but the kind lady told me I could take some photographs, so I did, being careful to turn my flash off first.


I like churches. I would like to live in one.

On Sunday I went to a park on the river for a BBQ brunch for my friend's son who turned four. I bought him an illustrated book of children's poetry.


I took photos of the river.


Then we went to a Christmas Craft Fair at a beautiful house on the river. There were some lovely crafts.



We bought this reindeer and put him next to our piano. He makes me smile.

I got this message from the "Affirmation Fairy". I paid attention and went home and napped.


A lovely weekend. I am content.