And the beat goes on….

I seem to be in the mood to quote songs today.
It is SO beautiful and sunny out, and the tulips and daffodils are frolicking in celebration.  Yorkie-Bernice got a much needed bath, since it’s warm outside, and this morning,  Larry the Canadian Wrangler found a quail trapped in the garage.  Ever so gently, he held the remarkably calm bird in his hands, brought it in for us to admire, then turned it loose again.  I have a special love for quail–that little top-knot is so cute I can’t stand it–even the tiniest, inch-high chicks have one.  🙂  Cousin Mary Ann and I have spent many a happy time sitting still in the truck while a flock dashes across the road.  Once, we saw three adults and about fifty chicks, I swear, and it reminded me of old time cattle drives.  One grown bird rode point (in the lead, for you greenhorns), one rode flank (side) and another brought up the rear.  The chicks made up the herd, and every once in a while, one or several of them would break ranks and double back.  The bigger birds would round them up again, and keep them headed for the other side.  🙂
Murphy’s Law continues to rampage around here, but I’m feeling a little better, so it doesn’t bother me so much.  🙂  I’m settled in my new office, which echoes a little from lack of furniture but is a wonderful place to write, and though it’s been slow going, the story is moving along. 
My bathtub and beautiful new flooring have been installed, and the tub is in working order, Praise the Lord.  Still, we’d no sooner reached that milestone when one of my two waterheaters (it’s a big house) blew out, and there I was, with a glorious new tub and no hot water.  Arghhhh!  A new tank is being installed even as we speak–if it isn’t one thing, it’s your mother, as Mom would say–and all is well.  So far.  🙂
The sun rises and sets, and the moon is full tonight, which probably accounts for some of the tensions around here.
Still, God’s in His Heaven, large and in charge.
And the beat goes on.