It’s a rainy day....all day long, from very early morning and on. I dozed and listened to the rain until around eight o’clock.

This being one of my less “busy” days, I made a slow and lazy start. After the virtual visits, I “attended” the Facebook Live church service. Before that, I uploaded to church members with email addresses a photo reminder of our church along with a requested birthday wish for one of our members.
After that Sue wanted to make out a pick up order for Kroger (and so did I). We ordered separately but will pick up at the same time later this afternoon. The time for the pick up was a surprise, we were expecting a long delay in number of days before we could pick up.
Later, I got the monthly bills paid and out of the way. While I was still at the computer, I took some time to look up a couple of confusing stitches in one of my new crochet patterns. It’s for one of the “discovery” type toys I am making for my great grand children.
I think I have lost some of the plants I bought and planted last summer so I spent some more time on the computer ordering seeds to replace some of those plants. I decided on seeds because they are cheaper than buying new plants to replace the lost one.
I guess it has turned out to be a productive day of sorts. I wanted to make a drive-by visit to my grand daughter-in-law but the rain dampened that idea. Yesterday was her birthday. I was in a “down” mood yesterday and didn’t think it would make a memorable visit even if it would have been a bit “long distance” visit with me in the car and her (and William, the baby) on the porch.
The word today is flight. Harmony sinks deep into the recesses of the soul and takes its strongest hold there, bringing grace also to the body & mind as well. Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, and life to everything. It is the essence of order, Plato. Beware of the flight of Blessings, For nothing that runs away is returned, Ali ibn Abi Talib. One cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow, Richard Francis Burton. Words are both better and worse than thoughts; they express them, and add to them; they give them power for good or evil; they start them on an endless flight, for instruction and comfort and blessing, or for injury and sorrow and ruin, Tryon Edwards. The day is done, and the darkness, Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward, From an eagle in his flight, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope, Samuel Johnson. I cannot imagine anyone looking at the sky and denying God, Abraham Lincoln. Many discoveries are reserved for ages still to come . . . . Our universe is a sorry little affair unless it has in it something for every age to investigate, Seneca the Younger. Love is a power too strong to be overcome by anything but flight, Miguel de Cervantes.

I thought this article covered an interesting subject. I pass one of these mounds talked about I the article on occasion when I am out and about. The story tells of how some say the Indian mounds here in Ohio and other parts of the United States were built by giants or aliens. I was surprised to learn (I must have missed this part in my school history classes) that, according to the article, Andrew Jackson, 1829, claimed that the mounds had been built by unknown people who were “exterminated by the existing savage tribes”. This, as I understand it, was a claim mentioned in the article as an effort to remove American Indians from their lands in the Eastern United States. The article went on to say that “charlatans” are still trying to strip American Indians of their heritage by continuing to claim that someone/thing other than the Indians built the earthworks. I often wonder where these false belief’s come from and why?
We are going to do another order-in for dinner tonight, not sure yet, maybe Subway or KFC.
Joy
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