Friday, March 19, 2021

 March 18, 2021 a thought for the day, When you lose the rhythm of the drumbeat of god, you are lost from the peace and rhythm of life. Cheyenne Proverb

All of the deadline “stuff” is out of the way now. The bulletin printed and the message/hymn lyrics printed. The bulletin required a couple of extra pieces needed to be inserted in the bulletin as I folded them today so it took a little while longer than the usual Thursday morning printing. 

On March 17 the photo subject was “q is for.....”. This one didn’t give too many choices. But I had this one handily in the house. I was having one of those seemingly pack full of “stuff’ days and I was able to set this one up quickly.  

I went by the park to try to find a photo for today. It is very rainy and cloudy so there had to be some thinking about focus and form to meet the challenge. Color wasn’t much of a choice with no sun to reflect the colors into the air. Colors can be outstanding in some overcast days but this wasn’t one of them, the clouds were too heavy. 

When I got home and after a start on the newsletter and a start also on the Easter Lily dedication sheet I got the laundry started. I picked up a few more requests for the Easter Lily project while I was at church. 

I got a phone call that they were starting to set appointments at the  Schottenstein Center. I got off of the church things I was working on and got on the site to set the appointment for Bob’s vaccination. After answering some questions I finally got to the list of dates page. When I picked a date then thought about it for a minute it disappeared. I tried another and another, each time it seemed to get gobbled up. I guess there were others on line and hit the accept button quicker than I could. We didn’t get an appointment. I will have to keep continuing to try. I was very discouraged. My hope is he doesn’t get the virus before I can get the appointment.

The word today is snow.  Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Corruption is like a ball of snow, once it's set a rolling it must increase, Charles Caleb Colton.  We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt, Walter Scott. There are few sights more pleasant to the eye than a wide cotton field when it is in bloom. It presents an appearance of purity, like an immaculate expanse of light, new-fallen snow, Solomon Northup.  A lie is like a snowball: the further you roll it the bigger it becomes, Martin Luther.  Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand - and melting like a snowflake, Francis Bacon. Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem, William Hamilton Gibson.  Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand, Henry David Thoreau. The wonder of a single snowflake outweighs the wisdom of a million meteorologists, Francis Bacon. Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples, Henry Ward Beecher.  

Today’s photo challenge is “r is for....”. This one had a lot more ideas beginning with the assigned letter than yesterdays. When I went by the park earlier this morning I decided to take some of the familiar features of the park through a raindrop-covered windshield.

This article is about a historical place in Columbus that may be in for some changes. The title of the article is “Can Columbus' Thurber House Survive the Pandemic?” In 1918 James Thurber wrote a letter about the influenza pandemic of that time in history. Part of his missive was “All one sees here is nurses and hearses and all he hears is curses and worse.”  As the article goes on to relate that now, a century later, the center and museum here is facing its own pandemic. The Thurber House where the James Thurber lived for a bit of time in the 1910s is facing financial difficulties, as much of the art institutions are, due to the COVID pandemic. It has been closed since the beginning of the pandemic. In the beginning of the shut down the “leadership” of Thurber House had planed to have virtual author talks along with other events rather than performing art that would have had crowds of visitors. As time went on the online talks, literary camps and workshops dropped off along with the fees and tuition. So the income-generating programs have caused the budget to drop over $60,000. However, there was a “windfall”. The Ohio Arts Council was able to “award the Thurber House some funds from the CARES Act.  A fund-raising campaign also brought in some funds. So the two sources of money will allow them to keep staffing and lead “see the nonprofit through until spring”. 

We are having barbeque, I had some frozen from the last time I made it. 

Joy


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