this fine day...

 ...was Tomato Soup Day.  Cam has been wanting to make it homemade for a while now.  I made some chicken too, cubed it up and put it in some lime juice and cajun seasoning, then air fried it.  I also heated up some leftover meatballs.  Miss Sonja came over with Kaia, they made grilled cheese to go with their soup.  

Sonja put the blankets down on the floor for Kaia to sit on with some toys, and Sunny came right over to lie down.  Sunny has three dog beds, but she prefers a blanket:)

So it was a stay-at-home day for me today, but having Sonja and Kaia here for dinner and the evening was nice.  

Charlotte Claire just put new Seresto collars on the cats and Sunny.  Sunny saw her putting them on the cats, and hid between the couch and coffee table.  She consented so nicely to having it put on, but then went way over to the corner of the living room and is so offended.  Orange Guy is a hunter, and likes to prowl around in the woods, so he has gotten some ticks lately.  These collars are excellent for both fleas and ticks, pricey but effective.  

Bright and early is my appointment with the surgeon tomorrow.  I have to be in the small city in the office by 8:15.  I am not looking forward to it, I am dreading it either way:  The hardware looks absolutely fine, there's no reason why you shouldn't be just walking all over the place.  Or:  It's all broken in there and you need another surgery to fix it all up.   There might be option #3 that I am just not seeing, but...in any case, it seems dismal.  A second opinion might help, might not.  

I keep thinking of the verse And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.  Galations 6:9.   Because I FEEL weary.  I am sick and tired of this, to be honest.  This fine day, Miss Kathryn went out to Target and the grocery store with all of her kids, and I couldn't even go to help her.  I couldn't have her drop kids off here either.  Sonja went with Char and Cam to a lovely little tourist town on the lake, to the patisserie and then the store, I couldn't go.  Well, I could have, she would have brought me, but I couldn't walk.  

Part of me wants ANSWERS.  Well, all of me does!  But part of me is whispering, Get oil in your lamp, this is a situation weighed and measured for your best, don't just wish it away!  

Yes, we are programmed for survival, and I think walking is part of that, so there is nothing wrong with wanting to reach that goal, but to wallow in the discontent, that's another thing altogether.  

Anyhow, I have to shower and go to bed, to wake up early....you have a good night, and I'll let you know what the good doctor says!