Another action filled (well, action filled for this old lady) Thursday has rolled around. I wasn’t able to leave as soon as I got up and got ready. I had to type in the information I got late yesterday afternoon at around dinner time. I have a habit of shutting down my computer for the day at dinner time.
The April 29 photo a day for the month of gratitude happens to be my steering wheel and it’s immediate surroundings. I have been thinking about transportation as one of my gratitudes for this month but just couldn’t come up with a way I wanted to depict it. Since there is only one more day this month and if I wanted to use the idea I’d better get to it. This is it.
The church was empty again as I printed the bulletin and the two additions. The pick up time on my favorite mail box has changed from 11:00am to 9:00am so I can’t get them in the mail as timely as I like, or quickly enough to get them to the congregation before Sunday. I took them to the next earliest pick up that I could find. I just hope it is early enough to get to the people in time. I could mail them on Wednesday but I don’t get all the information I need to be able to do that. I just have to do the best I can and hope for the time doesn't beat me.I added a touch to the bulletin that I am able to get to the few of the congregants who have email. I have added Youtube files playing the hymns to the bulletin so that all the receivers will have to do is click on the blue web address file to pull it up. I have also attached the location of the written sermon for the same way to pull it up from the church web page.
Once home, I started the laundry and completed my sad attempt to clean my car by washing the windows on the inside of the car. It amazed me how my body responded in agony with the twists and reaches I had to make to get to all the corners and slants of the glass. It didn’t react that way fifty years ago and not at all in the years before that.
Later in the day, I Googled and found the new photo a day calendar for May and added the daily themes to my online daily reminder popup notices.
The word today is folks. The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end, Harriet Beecher Stowe. It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues, Abraham Lincoln. The house is a fine house, when good folks are within, George Herbert. As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them, Henry Ward Beecher. Some folks never handle the truth without scratching it, Austin O'Malley. It is easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient, George Eliot. As sore places meet most rubs, proud folks meet most affronts, Benjamin Franklin. Why should all virtue work in one and the same way? Why should all give dollars? It is very inconvenient to us country folk, and we do not think any good will come of it. We have not dollars; merchants have; let them give them. Farmers will give corn; poets will sing; women will sew; laborers will lend a hand; the children will bring flowers, Ralph Waldo Emerson. The devil wipes his breech with poor folks' pride, Benjamin Franklin. It is remarkable with what Christian fortitude and resignation we can bear the suffering of other folks, Jonathan Swift. Some folks as they grow older grow wise but most folks simply grow , stubborner, Josh Billings.
Here is another way people are making something good out of this horrible pandemic. There is an 85-year young man in our area who walks his neighborhood every day during this distancing period in our lives. He calls them his two or three mile “photographic and poetic walks”, he enjoys writing poems. He likes to exercise outside and see people. If he is walking at two o’clock he puts on his ear phones to her Gov. DeWine’s coronavirus press briefings. He stops at spots along the way that hold memories from his childhood. He uses his cell phone to take a photo of the spot and sends it along with a poem contained clues to his eighty six-year-old brother. The brother sends an answer in poetry-form back. This idea of a unique way passing time, enjoying his walks, and keeping in touch with a loved one came to him as he passed familiar places and experienced memories on one of his walks.
Its potato soup and salmon patties for dinner.
Being the last day of the month is also the day that I offer my composite of photos that I used each day this month.
Joy
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