There is not much on the agenda today. I would have slept in but the dogs got me up twice around five o’clock then again around six o’clock. A couple of hours later when Bob took the dogs out in the back yard he said the gate was open and our neighbor who was out in his back yard too said that someone had been around their back door. Now, after the fact, I am thinking the dogs got me up because they heard something outside.

Yesterday, I talked to one of the ladies from the church and during our conversation on a few things she suggested that some of our congregation may not know how to get to our pastor’s online Sunday sermon. So I spent the first part of the morning putting together a page of instructions on how to get there. I used several print-screen-shots to put it together. It had to be something near home since we still can’t wander to far from home.
I use to upload photos to contest/stock sites but somehow got away from that. Yesterday I ventured back to it, at lest for the day. I worked in the “darkroom” and uploaded a contest/stock photo for eleven sites to my contest upload file archives. I hope to get them uploaded today. I should be using some of this time to work on household organizing but I don’t seem to have the oomph for that. I am not and never have been the best housekeeper in the world. My interests lie in other directions. I keep it as neat as I can and “decorate” it to be at least pleasant. Beyond doing dishes, laundry, cleaning the toilet and straightening the rest can wait til I get a push of some sort or other.
I listened to the online church sermon a little while ago. The pastor added a couple of things not in last weeks to the presentation. I think it made it much more comforting.
The word for today is expression. Prayer is as natural an expression of faith as breathing is of life, Jonathan Edwards. If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle, Vincent van Gogh. Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots, Nathaniel Hawthorne. Where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is sublimely strong, Harriet Beecher Stowe. To suppress minority thinking and minority expression would tend to freeze society and prevent progress… Now more than ever, we must keep in the forefront of our minds the fact that whenever we take away the liberties of those we hate, we are opening the way to loss of liberty for those we love, Wendell Phillips. Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men and animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock, Henry Ward Beecher. Happiness is an expression of the soul in considered actions, Aristotle.

A couple of years ago when I was just a little bit younger and had little more energy, I had an interest and finding places around Columbus to make my photos. I kept looking for interesting ideas of where to go to find them. I have always had an aversion to driving so I had to add that feature into my scenario in my search of places to go. One of the places I found to help in my searches of places to explore was the annual “Easter Egg Hunt” by Joe Blundo of the Columbus Dispatch. He has begun the hunt again, that is the article for today. After reading the clue in todays article, putting two and two together and a google search with my “secret” search string I think I came up with the answer. My guess...the local Champions Golf Course on Westerville Rd. The heading of the article is Virus not stopping hunt for Joe’s Easter eggs, By Joe Blundo, The Columbus Dispatch. Just before every Easter season Joe has put this scavenger-hunt type article/contest in the Dispatch. This year's contest will go on through April 7. He will give us ten rhyming riddles (one each day) on where to find the imaginary eggs. The article states that the “hidden and imaginary” eggs could be in landmarks, businesses, artwork, cultural attractions or other spots. I won’t give the full quote for today’s puzzle but you can find it in Joe’s column in todays Dispatch. The last line of the clue for today is “....But this one’s where they holler “fore.” After the last riddle on April 7 we are to email the guesses, numbered one through ten to Joe no later than five o’clock that day. The prizes, for three winners, is $50. The first person emailing the correct answer is the top winner.
I froze some chicken from the night I had chicken cutlets, I am going to thaw them and cut to bite sized pieces and make chicken spaghetti.
Love you
Grandma