Duck Suit NOT Duck Soup!

The Marx Brothers had it wrong. In this part of the country right now we should all be in duck suits. It's wet. What else is there to say? Yesterday we were called to serve. A military wife, whose husband is away, is in their new home with 4 children and her father. Also in the home was a carpeted basement full of unpacked boxes, furniture, and water. Within two hours several of us had cleared it out and vacuumed the water. A carpet shop owner had been there and was an angel. He was coming back before the day's end to help and he was donating cash to the Crisis Response Team. He wears a cross on his business suit. Boldness. Living it.

Anyway, it was good to do something for someone else. I'd just been mulling and moping in my own (mother)issues and had said to myself, "Self, you need to quit the pity party and go help someone who needs it more than you." God provides.

We have baby robins! Our poocher, Tripp, has taken them on as a family to guard. As if his paws weren't already full enough as it is.
And, then there's Harmony, the mudrunner. She makes the most of every moment which is a great lesson to us.