It is with a heavy heart that I update our blog today. We had to put Karra’s cat, Stephanie, to sleep yesterday. It was the same problem we had with Zoe who had to travel to the Rainbow Bridge earlier this year. They’re together now (in the dirt) and will push up Karra’s flowers for years to come. She handled it very well and I’m continually amazed at the maturity of my oldest daughter. There were plenty of tears, but smiles too as we said our good-byes. Stephanie stuck her tongue out in a last act of defiance. The house is empty and a little lonely with no one yowling through the basement door. Thank you to family & friends who are praying for Karra this week. Our hearts will go on.
On a happier note from over the weekend, our picnic with our Care group at church was a lot of fun. We had never been to the Slate Run Metro Park and Karra & I took a mile long nature hike after lunch. Kurt & Kristen played on the playground and ran around with friends. Do you have any idea how hard it is to eat low carb at a PICNIC??? I tried new salads and absolutely loved the Oriental Cole Slaw. I even got Karra to try it! After the hike I figured that I had earned a brownie. One of the best features of Slate Run is a working 1880’s historical farm. We had to stop by on our way out. Lots of animals that we don’t have (Percheron horses, cows, sheep, pigs and piglets!) and so many buildings! I had no idea that working farms required so many out buildings! We peeked into the smokehouse and the root cellar (I like that!) and toured the farm house. The kids ground corn on a hand cranked grinder and played with old fashioned toys. The workers were grinding sorghum and making molasses. Kristen could have wateched that big black Percheron walk in a circle all day long. She had a hard time leaving the horse barn, too. I loved the old barn with it’s big hayloft. It was a very enjoyable day and a place that I’d love to go back to.
Well, we do need to do some book work today. Karra worked on an Aboriginal art piece this morning, but it’s time to open the books. TTFN