I am as yet, unable to reply to comments.
...or to make comments on anyone else's
blog.  This machine has the capabilities I am sure.  The inadequacies are to be found in the hands of the typist......and that will, I am sure be remedied when help arrives.
    In the meantime there is not much to report from these parts......except there is
a prowler in this area  Yes, believe it or not, in this sleepy, sunny, hilly, friendly
little section of the countryside there is a prowler.  He has strange habits and the
law enforcement people have been trying
to catch him for a good while now.  He
broke into my neighbor's house, their dog
bit him and he ran away.  He outran the man of the house.....but he later came back
and they still were unable to catch him.
    He has been here twice, once to pound on the side of the house at 3am. I was
asleep, but my daughter-in-law heard him.
A few evenings ago at 8pm, someone was in my car. I heard a car door close, but there was no car in the driveway except mine.
    I didn't phone the law...I thought they might think it a little silly to report such a
thing.....but they were here the following
day for about an hour.  They ask me to
phone if I heard........anything at all.  I did
not notice until yesterday that someone
had trampled down some bamboo stalks
near the front porch.  Because of Gus, my
German Shepherd I am not afraid. He is
inside always at nigiht. I must admit though that I did not open the door
to even try to see what was going on.
I would have expected myself to at least look out a small window in the door...
    I think today I will share a poem that I
wrote following an office visit, with my
granddaughter.  It was her first sonogram,
and her first pregnancy. 

           SONOGRAM

Dearest little baby,
      You linger in my dreams,
Time is passing slowly,
      Or to me it seems,
I dream of little fingers,
       And tiny little toes,
Of other things I wonder,
       But only Jesus knows,
He's making every little hair,
       And setting it in place,
Soon He'll make a tiny smile,
       And put it on your face,
I wonder if your precious eyes,
       Are blue or green or brown,
I wonder if your little ears,
       As yet can hear a sound,
Jesus gives us many gifts,
        He plans each one with care,
When you see the light of day,
        A gift awaits you there.
That gift will always love you,
        Though not a part of you,
You are it's love completion,
        And you will love it too.
When your days are happy,
        And also when they're sad,
That gift will hold you snugly,
        It is your Mom and Dad.   
    

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty