Baby rattlesnake got in the house! Cat scratched at our bedroom door to get our attention, then went down the hall and kept it cornered until we showed up. Cat was not bit. Baby rattler was carefully removed and let go in a nearby field.

There aren't enough spirals in my art. Gosh... I guess I'll just have to spend more time makin' art! 😊

The things I mishear give us great entertainment, though! The combination of obstructed hearing and delayed auditory processing often does that. It happens more often when hearing disappears on one side.

I still don't know what was said in a commercial last night, but it probably wasn't what I heard. "Chicken balls falling apart."

I periodically lose my hearing in my right ear because of other things going on in the right side of my body. It lasts for a few days, then I wake up one day and can hear again. It lasted for two weeks last time, though. Hearing disappeared on that side two days ago and I already want it back this time.

Everyone in the house likes to hear me play instruments, but another human being in the room with me will paralyze my hands. That's why I play for non-human animals.

People are now lingering outside of doors because they know the music will stop as soon as the door opens.

Okay, so communicating with humans hasn't been my specialty today. But I sat outside and played my ukulele for a while, and a few birds came and perched near me. I'm pretty sure one of them was the titmouse I've seen at the bird feeder before. I love sharing my yard with the local birds.

It seems my ability to effectively communicate didn't wake up with my body today. I hope it's getting some good rest. It has a lot to make up for tomorrow.

Now that The Harvest is upon us, I give my annual warning: Stay out of the corn fields!

Remember the neighbors's son who disappeared into the field back in the late 80s? Of course you don't. When the corn field consumes you, it consumes ALL of you.

It's not a new thing for him. I mentioned earlier that the cats enjoy it when I play. They also are very sensitive to my presence. Cats get Very Concerned when I have a seizure. They try to be little nurses if I'm sick. I think he was just getting really happy about how relaxed I was as I played.

Just can't get to sleep tonight, so I took my ukulele to the gym. I don't want to wake anybody else up, and sound doesn't carry through the house from the gym.

I'm relaxing and my hands are just doing what they do with little thought from my brain. I've been playing "Margaritaville" I don't know how long, and there's a weird feeling. Why am I messing up these chords? I snap back into the physical present... there's a cat rubbing his head along the neck of the ukulele!

All of the cats in the house enjoy it when I'm playing an instrument. One has started glaring at people when they walk in and I stop playing. I think I have a fan!

Things that get said in our house:

"I can't go outside or I'll get swarmed by grasshoppers. It's their mating season and they love big girls."

And I would like to thank Melissa Etheridge for recording "Come to My Window". I had my earbuds in, it was blaring in my ears, and that's how I focused on taking each step. Now I finally understand how true every word of the first verse is.

Surviving a traumatic experience as a couple, you'd think you've always got someone to talk to because they KNOW. The reality for me is that I won't run the risk of hitting a trigger for him. I just won't. But he knows anyway.

I was in great pain in the wrong part of my body. I screamed at him for being there. How could I hide it if he was right there? And I apologized for even being in pain. And he held me. He helped me stand and didn't flinch when I twisted his hand. He just gave me love.

I laid out in my yard today and listened to Jimmy Buffett. The breeze was warm, my eyes were closed, and every now and then my mind could forget how far inland I am and almost smell the ocean.

Figuring out how to knit a heart went a lot easier than I thought it would! I just modified a hexagon. #CoSoKnitting

A family friend's small child is having terrible nightmares. I'm knitting a special stuffed animal for them. I remember how my dad used to smile and reassure me about my "wild night horses". (It was years later that I got the joke.) I love making personalized comfort items for children. I want them to feel safe and loved.