Will you enter this long sleep with clear conscience, exalted by your good works, camouflaged by your religion?
If you expect pointed fingers to catch you out, they won’t be mine. I’ve hurt my share of people, filled my own bucket with
The dregs of guilt and regret. If anything I will be the one to offer reconciliation, but without the artifice of narrow beliefs.
Think now on those you’ve wronged, those whose affections you’ve betrayed, while anyone without sin casts the first stones.
A walk with Inese is never boring. Enjoy!
As I am away, you can walk through the Mount Congreve gardens all by yourself. These pictures were taken in early September.
Ancient tree with an ancient Hoof fungus on it.
It is what a Rhododendron leaf looks like after a year on the forest floor.
These steps take you under the thick canopy where the sun doesn’t shine and some mysterious, alien-looking things are growing.
Strikingly beautiful plant with scarlet leaves is literally glowing in the dark. It is a Bromelia with a beautiful name Fascicularia bicolor.
The ‘thing’ in the middle is the flower itself, or rather, a flower head which consists of many small flowers.
Another alien thing. You will love the name – White Elfin Saddle.
Well, this is too much of scary :). I advise you to click on the picture to enlarge it. It looks like this Hoof mushroom have lips!
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Will we take our guns to church now?
Jesus take the wheel, but leave me my pistol
Dylan Roof opened fire in a South Carolina prayer meeting
Now more dead occupy the pews in Texas
Just wondering which firearm goes best with Psalms.
Yea, tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil,
For I am armed with a semi-automatic weapon.
No doubt lawmakers will offer meaningless thoughts and prayers
Their mantra sounding weaker by the hour
Who will answer for these deaths?
Who will offer a solution?
I came within a heartbeat of purchasing this box of Partridge Family paper dolls at a garage sale this morning. Thankfully I came to my senses and walked away with my dollar still firmly ensconced in my pocketbook.
There was a time I’d have bought anything with a picture of David Cassidy (aka Keith Partridge) on the box, but maybe I’ve finally grown out of my fan girl years. I texted the photo to an old friend who’d shared my fascination with David and other male teen celebrities—namely John and Barry Cowsill.
Via text we had a couple of giggles, and she asked if we could have been considered groupies. I thought about that term and its negative connotations for a moment and then responded that if so, we’d been lousy groupies, not given to indulging in drugs or orgies. We were born to be mild.
Here’s a bit of The Partridge Family’s I Think I Love You. You’re welcome.
You really should read this this piece from eurobrat.wordpress.com.
I, too, am an immigrant.
I may not be brown-skinned, but I’m still here to take your job. My parents took your jobs, too. I’m not sure if these are jobs Americans just won’t do. All I know is that we’ve worked our butts off to build the life we’ve got in this country. And I know undocumented immigrants who work even harder.
I may not wear a hijab, but I know what it’s like to be a refugee. I know what it’s like to fear the government of my old homeland, and to hope and pray that I will be accepted in my new one. And yet what my family experienced is nothing compared to those fleeing their bombed out houses and lives in Syria.
I’m lucky to have white skin, so I don’t stand out too much. Unless I speak and you hear my accent, you may think…
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This photo of Studly Doright and me literally fell into my lap on Thursday night. I opened a binder and out it tumbled, crudely cropped and slightly faded.
I love this picture so much. It was taken in the spring of 1975 on the night of our junior-senior prom. My mother made the dress, and I felt so pretty in it. Puffy sleeves had that effect on me. Plus, I was so in love I could hardly stand it.
Studly had better hair than I did. At least nowadays I’m ahead of him in that category. You see, I still have hair. I hope I didn’t just say that out loud—he’s sitting right here!
Note the harvest gold pole lamp that almost appears as an appendage on my back. The lamp is an indication that the photo was taken inside my family’s home because Mom was really into harvest gold. Our fridge, stove, washer and dryer were all of the same hue.
I wish I could relive that night one more time, to feel that young and pretty and carefree again. Guess I’ll settle for the next best thing, and kiss this bald guy goodnight. Puffy sleeves might help, too.
Peace, people!
After I posted this photo of my daughter, her middle daughter, and me taking in Les Misérables in Chicago this past weekend,
I discovered this photo from our first group trip to Chicago:
We’d just purchased McKayla’s first American Girl doll and celebrated by taking a carriage ride. A good many of my best memories surround Chicago.
I’m still under the weather, but these made me smile. Peace, people!
Alotfromlydia.wordpress.com does a fine job of rounding up key pieces of the Mueller investigations.
I haven’t felt well for the past couple of days, so I thought I’d just post something short and sweet this morning. Then, when I couldn’t think of anything sweet, I started typing any little thing that popped into my head.
Yay Astros!
Finally a World Series title for Houston. I guess that’s pretty sweet after all.
We went to bed after the third inning. It’s too hard to stay awake for a west coast game when you live on the east coast, but I must’ve dreamed baseball all night because I feel like I’ve done nothing but run bases, sliding head first into home plate again and again.
Peace, people!
My whirlwind trip to see my daughter and middle granddaughter last weekend in Chicago was wonderfully exhausting. We did a bit of shopping and a lot of dining in addition to taking in a production of Les Misérables at the Cadillac Palace theatre in downtown Chicago.
I didn’t take many photos, but thought I’d share a few with you all.
The pizza was every bit as good as I’d hoped it would be. We ate at my son-in-law’s favorite pizza place, Giordano’s, and since he wasn’t there we had to send him “take that!” photos of our meal.
We used Uber to get from our hotel out by Midway to the theatre downtown. Chicago is so beautiful.
I wanted to get a picture of the theatre’s exterior, but it was a really cold afternoon, and I’m a wimp, so the inside is all you’re getting!
That’s my lovely daughter, Ashley, on the right and granddaughter, McKayla beside me.
My awful attempt at a selfie, above. Thank goodness McKayla’s pretty face balances out my smirk.
The production of Les Misérables was wonderful. I sobbed at the end. Partly because my butt was tired and I hadn’t slept at all the night before, but mostly because I was so moved by the performance.
Below is a totally irrelevant photo of bras decorating a bridge between Blountstown, Florida, and Bristol, Florida. I didn’t stop to count these pieces of lingerie, but they went on and on and on, spanning the length of a very long bridge. Impressive show of support….
Praying for Eyebrowz 