May 6, 2022 a thought for today, The tongue is soft but constantly remains; the teeth are hard yet they fall out. Chinese Proverb

It’s another misty/rainy day in Columbus. The temperature is good though. The week end is supposed to get better. Next week, still better. 

The photo a day for yesterday was “mirrors”. I have used several mirrors in my house already then I remembered this one that my sister mounted on the front porch. 

Lowell picked me up to take me to the lab for some blood work that I needed to get done before a check up next week. I don’t think I have gotten in and out of the lab so quickly before. There was only one person ahead of me. I was back home in less than an hour.

The printing went great yesterday. Chris picked me up. I got the work done in short time and then he brought me home. I hope I am able to get a decent car before Chris and Bob and Lowell get tired to taking me all the places I need to be. It’s nice to have them here and ready. But I hate taking up their time. 

After I got home from the lab, I did some more searching for possible cars that I would want to check out. My problem is when I see something I don’t have a way to get wherever it is that I need to go. There are always lessons to be learned. I can see more clearly how people feel when they don’t always have control over their tending to daily needs on their own power. 

I had a second photo a day for yesterday. This one was titled “a sit com title”. I used Parks and Recreation for my title. 

I was able to get some more tidying up done in the kitchen between searing for cars and typing. 

The word today is thanks. To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do, Victor Hugo.  I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks, William Shakespeare. No one is more cherished in this world than someone who lightens the burden of another. Thank you. Joseph Addison.  When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself, Tecumseh. Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves. Henry Ward Beecher.  Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us. Thomas Carlyle. Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare, James Russell Lowell. A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all the other virtues, Cicero. I am grateful for what I am and have. My Thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite — only a sense of existence, Henry David Thoreau. Give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way, Native American Saying.  Appreciation is a wonderful thing: It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well, Voltaire.  Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a , guide from beyond, Rumi. It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer. Charlotte Bronte.

The photo a day for today is “leaf”. There aren’t many single leaves on the ground right now so I pulled this one from my archives. 

Here is a story apart from some sort of history article. This one is about a nature subject.... mushrooms in Ohio. The story begins with research on trees in Canada in the 1990s. One species of tree led to the destruction of another. In checking out the soil it was found that there was a “network of pale, macroscopic fungal threads expending in all directions”. They were “pathways for nutrients” among the trees. And it happened it nourished mushrooms that were found sprouting there too. Mushrooms have always been “forest’s connectors”. Two friends went mushroom hunting here in Ohio for a magazine assignment. One of the hiker/hunters was a photographer. The photographer noted a tiny red mushroom “the size of a pencil eraser” and how it pictured against a brown log. They spotted a “shelf fungus” at the base of an oak tree. Near by were “coral mushrooms” shaped like corals on the sea reefs. They found “oyster mushrooms–edible-growing on a tree trunk” and surrounded by poison ivy. I learned from the article that only about 3 percent of wild mushrooms are poisonous. A couple of facts mentioned are they can heal as known for thousands of years; they connect a single tree to the rest of the forest. The article shared that mushrooms have their place in forest ecology, medicine, and art. Interestingly, they aren’t plants, they aren’t animals they are fungi. There are 2,000 different kinds of mushrooms in Ohio. Some can be a big as a small human. Some glow in the dark. One mushroom collector “rinses the mushroom at his home, then tosses the water into his yard”. (Later mushrooms pop up.) Here’s another thing I learned, an oak tree doing well, 50 yards away another not doing so well. The mushrooms need the sad tree too so it, the mushroom, “will play Robin Hood” taking some of the nutrients form the healthy tree to give to the other. 

Pizza!

Joy 

need a little bit of a face lift