I’m calling this “Moon Over My Hammy.”
Snapshot #47
I’m calling this “Moon Over My Hammy.”
Month: October 2016
Snapshot #46
Look what’s going up in my neighborhood today! “I’m With Her.”
Studly and Subtitles
I’m married to a wonderful man. I call him Studly Doright on this blog for good reason. He’s a man’s man kind of guy. Physically stong, mentally stalwart, with a firm sense of right and wrong.
He’s also rigidly entrenched in his habits. He gets up at a certain time. Goes to bed by 9. Eats only certain foods. Drinks an occasional American beer. Watches mainstream tv and movies.
So when I came into the den after my evening shower to find him watching a French film, The Confession, complete with subtitles, I immediately grabbed a thermometer (oral) from the medicine cabinet and firmly instructed him to open wide.
I fully expected to discover he had a raging fever and was subsequently suffering from hallucinations.
“Well, you’re fine,” I said. “Why are you watching this?”
His reply, “The words got to me.”
I love this man, and after 40 years of marriage he can still surprise me.
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Peace, people
Dust Bowl Tour Day 4
Beautifully done. Read more at redswrap.wordpress.com
We have a friend, a flamboyant, beautiful woman, a singer who can electrify a room with her voice, a person who can talk to anyone anywhere and make them love her. We’ve known her for years and we always knew she was born in Kansas.
But we didn’t know she was born in Nicodemus until a few weeks ago. And we didn’t know what that meant until today.
Our friend’s ancestors were among the former slaves who bought shares in the Nicodemus Town Company and traveled from Kentucky to Kansas in 1877 expecting to find houses waiting for them, instead the folks who had come before them were literally living in the ground in dugouts. From this hard beginning, the families founded “what would become the oldest continuously occupied town west of the Mississippi planned and settled by African Americans.” (National Park Service)
There are still people living in Nicodemus…
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Meow
Sound Like Anyone We Know?
…a certain orange presidential candidate fits the bill:
Photograph #44
This one moved me. Let’s call it “My Reason Returned.”
“…raised my eyes toward heaven and my reason returned to me, and I blessed the Most High and praised and honored Him who lives forever; For His dominion is an everlasting dominion, And His kingdom endures from generation to generation.” Daniel 4:34
Thoughts While Picking Up a Marble With My Toes
Deep Thoughts Entertained Whilst Picking Up a Marble With My Toes
My middle metatarsal has dropped. Easy for me to say, you think, but my chiropractor has instructed
Me in a way to strengthen this muscle in my foot that pleases and relaxes me, especially when done
In conjunction with the drinking of a glass of full bodied Merlot. Oddly enough, this stability
Enhancing exercise when combined with alcohol yields mixed results, particularly when said
Glass is repeatedly refilled over the course of an evening. Seems steady walking is purely relative.
When
When you wonder what happened to the ideals your friends once aspired to, and you
question their reasoning and morals. When Donald Trump gets a pass for self reporting
His sexual assaults because his celebrity status entitled him. When some women shrug and
Claim that it’s only locker room talk, and all men do it, but you know that’s untrue. When
You can remember being groped by a boy, but you didn’t tell because he made you feel
Ashamed. When you know that the future of your granddaughters depends on your vote.
Never Trump.
The Phone Booth Otsuchi Japan
How beautiful. From my friend at sanseilife.wordpress.com
The ‘Wind Phone’ (kaze no denwa). Image from Mikinee.
Itaru Sasaki who lives in Otsuchi Japan installed this booth a year before the 2011 tsunami disaster. He had just lost his cousin and was looking for a way to talk to him about his grief. Otsuchi still has 421 missing, lost in the 2011 tsunami.
The phone is not connected but people, entire families, come to speak to their missing or deceased loved ones.
Listen to this moving story from NPR This American Life, the phone booth is the first part of this segment 597: One Last Thing Before I Go narrated by Miki Meeks.
Praying for Eyebrowz 