Bernice, the Yorkie, is sitting on my lap as I write this, at my kitchen table, still in my robe and pjs. She’s playing me like a fiddle. The cats, Cha Cha and Jitterbug, just got into a swatting hissy fit by the screen door–they want to go outside, and I guess it just seems natural to blame each other because they can’t. Cha Cha has gone over the wall twice, and gotten herself thrown back into the pokey. She doesn’t understand that there are coyotes and hawks out there, looking to score a tasty morsel like her. She just thinks I’m being a killjoy.
I wonder if God ever feels this way. We go over the wall, in pursuit of some new idea, and He hauls us back in, not to spoil our fun, but so we won’t get eaten. I’m a great believer in trying new things, and obviously, so is God. But ya gotta be ready.
Since it’s hard to write a blog with a Yorkie between me and the laptop, I’ll sign off for today.
