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And here we have a kangaroo, wombat and echidna attending the holy birth. Oh the little wee mousy possum like creature on the right is a bilby.(Naturally!)

Astrid, thank you.

That is indeed a beautiful crib. (except for the spider where spider phobes like me are concerned!. Dear Lord please keep them far away from me.)

Where I used to live I had two Columban sisters as near neighbours. They had a South American crib, think it was Peruvian. Mary and Joseph etc had ponchos and there were lamas present.

bellisimo!

Thank you Madelyn. Avatar is a cat I kidnapped from Google images who does indeed look exactly like Arthur. XXX Susanna

Pretty story. My brain was fried this morning from chemo yesterday, so I didn't do my devotions. I couldn't read, I had to talk. I found three people willing to listen. Missed Friday Mass; had finally found some sleep. Tomorrow will be better.

superius,

what a wonderful story.

thanks!

Superius - maybe that's the reason for the spider in the Australian crib!

MC hoping you are getting rest and that the affects of the latest chemo are diminishing.

And you MC. XXX

amen to that.

And for MC...

Isn't it? Just such a wonderful practical step to receive a Patron for the year. May we learn about and learn from our Saints. XXX

For Father B.

Christ be with me,

Christ be beside me,

Christ be before me,

Christ be behind me,

Christ be at my right hand,

Christ be at my left hand,

Christ be with me everywhere I go,

Christ be my friend for ever and ever.

Amen.

May Christ be all around Father B., forever and ever, Amen.

How beautiful FF.

thank-you.

I was out late (for me) last night, but saw your note just before falling into bed. Today is chemo day. I got my hair cut several days ago at the barber shop. He told me that I have a pronounced line of baldness in the back, which I do. He suggested I start covering my head, and I agree; starting early will make the transition easier, and for now, shaving is not an option. I have two kerchiefs, four hats I knitted, and a baseball cap. My daughter and brother are busy in California setting up a combination birthday/Christmas present for me. I think he is going to teach her to sew, which I never got to do.

I am feeling good, but that is the top of the cycle.

I have some gift cards for gas, a charitable agency gave them to me, then I have to call another for rides, so i can dispense with the taxi company, which is in a state of chaos. Plus one of the drivers has a crush on me, and I have decided that I am psychologically incapable of trusting a man in an intimate relationship. I would rather get mothered by women my own age and older. I have the Catholic book club, and the Methodist quilting club. They are a real source of strength for me.

I am getting more and more attached to Mary the mother of God, now that I am seeing some of my own mother's imperfections.