March 31, 2020 thought for today: It takes two days to learn everything about a man; to know animals you will need more time. Persian Proverb

This has been a lazy kind of day. It has been hard to attach my focus in any one direction. I was missing my church family so I sent a group message to those whose email addresses I have been able to collect. I have heard back from a few. It felt good to have at least some touch with them.

The photo for yesterday was “far away”. This is another that can be an easy choice. Of course, living in the country would make the choices a lot more abundant but there are choices here to, now and then. This may require some thought. Mine thinking was over the neighbor’s roof on to the tress further on, eventually into the heavens.

I did some research on things that people might do with the use of technology to help others occupy some otherwise boring time with puzzles or problems solving questions to fill some of that time. I am still searching. 

I looked up some crochet stitches I have been having a problem completing all the way through. I am making developmental crochet toys and gifts for my five great grandchildren (as well as on going work on a “woven in time” crochet/woven blanket along with a full size crochets pineapple edges crochet table cloth).

Another way I am “fighting” boredom is I am (still) reading “Hell’s Corner” (Baldacci) as well as my daily cognitive and memory games on the ipad/cell phone. All of that along with my daily letter/blog/journal.

Today’s photo theme is “buddies”. Since the country is pretty much in quarantine right now there aren’t to many chances for that so I reached back in my archives. This is Sugar and one of her pals from the past Tiger.

The word today is eye. The Eyes are the window to your soul, William Shakespeare. One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance of the eye; it transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity, Ralph Waldo Emerson. The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter, Marcus Tullius Cicero. When there is love in the heart, there are rainbows in the eyes, which cover every black cloud with gorgeous hues, Henry Ward Beecher.  Imagination is the eye of the soul, Joseph Joubert. Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant? Henry David Thoreau. Men trust their ears less than their eyes, Herodotus. The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye, Charlotte Bronte. The sky is the daily bread of the eyes, Ralph Waldo Emerson. With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things, William Wordsworth. The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul, Ralph Waldo Emerson. The eye is the jewel of the body, Henry David Thoreau. The eyes like sentinel occupy the highest place in the body, Marcus Tullius Cicero.




The Short North here in Columbus has a gallery hop each month. In this time of trouble they have decided to make the hop an online gallery visit. It is supposed to be conducted through Instagram. I don’t have and have never used Instagram, I have enough keeping up with my facebook account. But I would try it just to visit the gallery hop. It has been years since I visited the hop on a week end. This one was going to virtually show artists’ work both. On April 4 people can go on Instagram to check it out. Retailers and performers will be there as well as the usual artwork and exhibitions. Work will be sold online. There will be a show of new styles along with product demonstrations. There will also be a Get Together Car Parade making it ‘s way through the Short North at 1 o’clock. So here is another way to enjoy a stabilized social event in a different way.

This is the end of the month so I have my usual end of month composite of all the photos I captured for March.

I had a “colossal” accident while cooking dinner last night so I am not in the mood to cook tonight.  But I will probably struggle through....maybe tuna balls. Oh, the “colossal” accident, I had a beautiful full pressure cooker of lima bean soup. I tasted as I went, as every good cook does, and found it to be outstanding if I do say so myself. I was about to make egg dumplings to add to it. As I stood on my tippy toes and reached, with my gripper, for a glass bowl on the second shelf of the “all the way to the ceiling cupboards”, the bowl slipped and dropped to the marble counter shattering into more pieces than I thought there would be in such a medium sized bowl. Many of those pieces bounced to the stove and burner and I was afraid into the pot of soup. I ended up throwing the whole pot of stew, most probably at least three full dinner meals, away.

Joy