April 8, 2020 thought for the day: Mock not the fallen, for slippery is the road ahead of you. Russian Proverb

It’s been a long day, so to speak. On this day, I haven’t had a heavy schedule so that has meant more time to think of the mess we are all in. Also I have had two events’ today that brought more  to the forefront. I tried to place an order at Sams Club (I naively thought they were beyond the limitations that most places are having now), the exact same order I make every couple of months. They wouldn’t take the order due to not being able to fill it for more than two days. They asked that I reorder later. To add to that I could not order toilet paper or paper towels at all at this time. Next, I have an appointment with my doctor for a check on my iron deficiency anemia. It’s vital to see if my iron level is back to normal after over half the normal rate that it was at the last checkup and doses of iron for three months, putting my immune system at risk. Well, they called and want me to get the blood draw two days earlier than originally scheduled. It calls for some rearranging of time for two of us, a driver and me.

In the “low” times of spirit I can’t hesitate but wonder if we will ever see the best parts of what we were all familiar with in our lives before this pandemic. Being a creature of habit, as I am, this is extremely difficult for me to swallow and adjust to. It can be done and with God’s help and I, like all others, will do it. There’s no other choice.

My choice for yesterday’s  challenge was a refection in a puddle of water left from the strong spring storm we had last night. It is another part of nature and a sign that all is well and as it should be. Something that fits this month’s photo a day themes, month of gratitude.

One of the few productive things I got done today was to begin to set up the holder for the solar fountain I want to put in the garden. The other thing I worked on was beginning the church newsletter. It will be reduced to what it normally is but I think it is important for the congregants to have that kind of touch. Hopefully, I will get some items from others to add to the newsletter.

The word is falsehood.  Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; whoever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter? John Milton. Beyond a doubt truth bears the same relation to falsehood as light to darkness, Leonardo da Vinci. Woe to falsehood! it affords no relief to the breast, like truth; it gives us no comfort, pains him who forges it, and like an arrow directed by a god flies back and wounds the archer, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. So near is falsehood to truth that a wise man would do well not to trust himself on the narrow edge, Marcus Tullius Cicero.  Nothing gives such a blow to friendship as the detecting another in an untruth. It strikes at the root of our confidence ever after, William Hazlitt. Let a man be ne'er so wise, he may be caught with sober lies, Jonathan Swift. Falsehood avails itself of haste and uncertainty, Tacitus. Truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts, and will always bear up against falsehood, as oil does above water, Miguel de Cervantes. If you must hate, if hatred is the leaven of your life, which alone can give flavor, then hate what should be hated: falsehood, violence, selfishness, Ludwig Borne. Wrong is but falsehood put in practice, Walter Savage Landor. Falsehood flies, and the truth comes limping after it, Jonathan Swift. The human heart has so many crannies where vanity hides, so many holes where falsehood works, is so decked out with deceiving hypocrisy, that it often dupes itself, John Calvin. Exaggeration is a blood relation to falsehood and nearly as blamable, Hosea Ballou. 


Today’s photo shoot brought my attention to the new bloom on my peace lily. Its name fits the gratitude of the month theme for me....grateful for the peace we are meant to experience.

I hope this article can be a bit of a light-side to the news we hear/read over and over lately. The title caught my attention, This little piggy went to get a haircut. It mentioned that sometimes you want to know something about yourself that you can’t see, like you have something in your teeth or toilet paper trailing on the outside of your pants. But what becomes a bit of a “slap in the face” is when someone tells you you have hair on you big toe. It seems the author of the article said her daughter told her mom as she stared at her mom’s bare feet that she had three hairs on her big toe. Then the daughter said as she looked at the other toe  “Oh! This one’s hairy, too”. The mom commented that there only three hairs, oops, that was on one toe. There are, OMG, seven on the other foot. Then her husband and her son also commented on the wayward hairs. The family gave her ways to get rid of them, wax them or shave them. Her son called them “Hobbit feet”. The daughter gave her a hug and said “it’s not big deal, we know you’re an amazing mom....” Followed by “Hey Mom, did you know you have hair on your chin?“

I think I will pull something from the freezer for dinner tonight.

Joy