October 19, 2019 thought for the day: Everyone is wise till he speaks. Irish Proverb

It’s been almost a typical Saturday. Even though the girls are here, I got to sleep in for a while. That was good especially today...Sugar had me up at 3:00 wanting out and I couldn’t get back to sleep easily. I decided she needs to have some more of a medication, actually it is a propionic,  one of her doctor’s gave her in early September. As soon as I got up, I called the vet and ordered some for pick-up later this morning.

I called Sonja down stairs to help me make pancakes. She like to help break the eggs and stir the batter. She did the sweetest thing yesterday. She was worried that I would get cold when I was sleeping where my bedroom is located in the house and brought me a heavy sheet off of her own bed.

After the girls had their pancakes, they left for a roller skating excursion. Since they didn’t want to take too much time eating their pancakes they took them like giant soft cookies, without syrup of course, wrapped in napkins.

After my virtual visits, the pancakes and changing my last family letter to a blog, I left to go pick up the meds for Sugar. Then stopped at Dollar Tree looking for a small sauce pan. As I was coming home, I was also in search of my photo of the day.

When I got home, I put in another item I just got for the newsletter and worked some more on my idea for a blog.

I just noticed on this photo, the photo of the day for yesterday, I didn’t get it completely straightened in the “digital dark room” (Photoshop). But the premise I was going for is very apparent. The lines of the slats and the shadows that they cast as well as the touch of green color.

The word is bows. The act of divine worship is the inestimable privilege of man, the only created being who bows in humility and adoration, Hosea Ballou.  Education of youth is not a bow for every man to shoot in that counts himself a teacher; but will require sinews almost equal to those which Homer gave to Ulysses, John Milton. I never will, by any word or act, bow to the shrine of intolerance or admit a right of inquiry into the religious opinions of others, Thomas Jefferson. Truths, no matter how momentous or enduring, are nothing to the individual until he appreciates them, and feels their force, and acknowledges their sovereignty. He cannot bow to their majesty until he sees their power. All the blind then, and all the ignorant--that is, all the children--must be educated up to the point of perceiving and admitting the truth, and acting according to its mandates, Horace Mann. The bow always strung ... will not do, George Eliot. I love words; they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind, George Eliot. One more,  Stretch the bow to the very full, and you will wish you had stopped in time, Laozi. 

One of the reason’s today’s article interested me is that Bill took me on one of our rare dates after we had the kids on my first visit to a roof top resturant. I can’t remember the name of it at the moment but it was in the center of downtown Columbus. It was like going to a posh, eye widening place. I have been to a few since then. They still intrigue me, looking out over the city from a view in the sky. A new such place is opening in all of the new happenings in the Goodale neighborhood of our city. It’s called Goodale Station is on the top of the newly completed Canopy by Hilton. It is featuring New American Cuisine fro snacks to steaks, oysters and upscales chip and dips. A topping of chamomile vodka with a sprig of babies’ breath is offered for those who wish to imbibe. The Executive Chef says they hope to change the menu throughout the seasons. The resturant has a dedicated elevator entrance separate from the hotel. The eatery is located on the twelfth floor and has 200 indoor and outdoor seating along with a private dining area.

Today’s photo pick was the very strong lock on a commercial trash container. I love the color in this particular subject, I seem to be having a lot of red in this month’s choices. I like the touch of rust and paint blisters showing the aging process. Somehow the metal in this shot denotes a heavy presence of strength to me.

Tonight’s dining will be to each his own...probably TV dinners or left overs (long way from a fancy dancey eatery).

Joy