April 21, 2021 a thought for today, A fence lasts three years, a dog lasts three fences, a horse three dogs, and a man three horses. German Proverb

Wow, snow at nearly the end of May and it turned out to be quite a bit, not just flurries or a light covering. There was about an inch or so here. It was all over the grass and trees not so much on the pavements. I am afraid that some of the earlier flower will not survive it. The temperature is supposed to drop again tonight too. 

The photo there for yesterday was “ pasta”. I didn’t have any pasta cooked and in the frig so I “arranged” some of the raw pasta I had in the cupboard for this shot. 

I got the bulletin out to be proof read. Then switched over to the newsletter. I was able to get it done. The only thing left on the agenda to printing tomorrow is the weekly message for the free meal on Saturday night.  I just now received it in my email so I will get started on it. 

I took a break long enough to get the refrigerator cleared out and the dishwasher loaded and started. 

Since I am on the new meds for diabetes, I am trying to watch the amount of carbs I eat. So today I have decided to try to make some noodles with almond flour. I hope there is not too big a difference in taste and if there is that it will be even better than straight egg noodles. 

Today’s photo challenge is titled “kiss”. I shot one myself, a sort of selfie. It was a “movie” shot with the cell phone. Sweet Pea was giving me one of her very infrequent "kisses". I wasn’t totally pleases with the shot I was able to pull out of the “movie” as a single so I used another that my grandson had taken of one of my granddaughters in law and one of my great grandsons. Two of my other great grand children don't live near by for me to take my own photos of them so I will be adding some that I get from their mom to keep me updated on their growth. 

The word for today is together.  Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children. Sitting Bull.  Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together. Thomas Dekker. Great things are done by a series of small things brought together. Vincent Van Gogh. Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart. Marcus Aurelius.  Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together. George Eliot. God always strives together with those who strive. Aeschylus.  The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together. Saadi.  Life is made of ever so many partings welded together. Charles Dickens. I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together. John Greenleaf Whittier.  

I actually had two photos of the day for April 20. The second one was titled “the point is?” this is another on of those emotional type ideas to photograph. I found this one that I shot a few days ago to be kind of cute. It is as though he is thinking "soooo, what's the point?"

Here this article is some more of refreshing an old building back to some awesome beauty. The building is called “the Clintonville Mystery House”. There are some other names for it like, Swiss Family Robinson house, the Ewok house (in a nod to Star Wars), Peter Pan’s Place, the Eighth Wonder of Clintonville, the Human Hamster House (perhaps because of the long, covered walkway stretching from the main house to the detached garage at the back of the property). There has been fifty years of renovations and a code compliance situation but it looks like things are beginning to turn around. It is the first time I have seen photos of it and I see it as an awesome building, as good as a mansion or even a small castle. Apparently at one point it had become a nuisance by the city. Some of the negative compliance codes were exposed wiring, unsafe railings, a cupola problem, a solarium under construction and not up to code. At one time the house had been a space for dozens of foster children. Some Clintonville residents had offered to pitch in and help get renovations done but were stopped from entering the house by the city. So the owner tried on his own to get the multitude of repairs and fixes done. Each time he got something going it seemed something else came up. He was finally able to hire a structural engineer who helped guide him. He finished the solarium, added a spiral staircase to the cupola and moved on with other repairs. The house was finally “in compliance” and was able to move back in. The back story is that three years ago he thought he would have to sell the house, his home, to “survive on his retirement income.” But relatives, his children, children he and his ex-wife had fostered and twelve grandchildren didn’t want to see the home lost to the family so they pitched in to help. After he moved back in two of the grandchildren and a friend moved in with him until they went back to school. One of them wants to live there full time. While the kids, college age, were there they repainted some walls, replaced furniture, added lighting and made it clutter free. The grandson who will likely live there with his granddad says he loves the chance to live in “this strange, mystical place”. Granddad “endorses the vision” and has had the same spirit since he got it in 1972. 

We are having chicken piccata and homemade almond flour noodles for dinner. 

Joy

Here is my “discard” for today. I find these kinds of shots every day that I am out and about. I like the contrast in shapes and colors of this one. "Once up on a time" it had a different purpose in life. It was the crowning top of a bottle, now it rests, separated from it's base, alone among some rocks.