June 19, 2022 a thought for today, One lie spoils a thousand truths. African Proverb

We’re back to one of my favorite days of the week, a day to refresh and get ready for whatever comes next. 

The upload for the 18th day of the month of gratitude is this set of locks gratitude for safety tools

We had a real boost in the number of folks at church today. That really felt good. Hope they all, and more, come back on a regular basis. I went to church early since I had to print another draft copy of the special bulletin I have been working on for my friend to approve of so that it is ready to print 200 copies for next week. I only see this person on Sunday’s and he doesn’t use the internet so it has to be one on one. Then this is one of the weeks we have a bible study before church service. Then we had communion and that is another renewal.

My other upload for yesterday is this set of discarded tin cans made into a tin can scare crow hanging on a neighbor’s fence. 

This is the first time I have driven my ‘new’ car anywhere since I brought it home, so I was a little nervous. I am going to have to learn to get the feel of it and how to use all the gadgets.  Everyone at church who saw it thought it was brand new.....it’s not, it is 10 years old. But it does look good. 

I will be taking it easy for the rest of the day except for transplanting one more house plant. 

Today’s upload to the month of gratitude is one of my grandson’s having “gratified” himself with a swipe of icing from a birthday cake.

The word for today is age.  Not by age but by capacity is wisdom acquired. Plautus. Age does not make us childish, as some say it only finds us true children still, Johann Von Goethe. Age is a matter of feeling...not of years, George William Curtis. Age is opportunity no less, Than youth itself, through in another dress, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face, Michel de Montaigne. The wiser mind mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind, William Wordsworth. A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality, Pindar. Talk is by far the most accessible of pleasures. It costs nothing in money, it is all profit, it completes our education, founds and fosters our friendships, and can be enjoyed at any age and in almost any state of health. Robert Louis Stevenson.  Age merely shows what children we remain, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. I find as I grow older that I love those most whom I loved first, Thomas Jefferson.   What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine, Thomas More.  No man loves life like him that's growing old, Sophocles.

The upload for the Canadian sight is this dumpster container. I like the “art” about it...the lines, patterns, textures, shapes and shades of color. 

Here is a little history about one of our downtown markets. This article is about our downtown market before it was our bus station. In 1850 that was where Central Market existed.  By 1856, most of its street frontage had buildings: a church, commercial structures, houses and a school. Central Market was located along the west edge of South Fourth and lasted over a century. In 1872 the church and school were still there. A city jail was located near the market and later, 1899, a livery stable and police station joined the community. By 1920 there was a hotel with a parking garage, showing that the auto era was approaching. The market was demolished in 1966. The Greyhound station opened at that sight in 1969. At this point in time and history COTA has bought the Greyhound station and closed it, there are no plans for its use now. 

KFC for dinner. 

Joy.

moving on