June 7, 2022 a thought for today, A village without the elderly is like a well without water. African Proverb

My photo a day a month of gratitude for yesterday was a portion of delivery truck....where would we be without them...lots of gratitude. 

I have a special bulletin to do this week, I may have mentioned it earlier. It won’t be due for a couple of weeks but for various reasons we need to get an early start on it. I finished it, a draft,  this morning now the hard copy will be checked and corrections and changes will be made for a second check to be sure everything is what is wanted. I also got the weekly bulletin done this morning but I want to look it over one more time before I send it out for further checks. 

The upload for my Canadian group yesterday is an old basket and chair that have apparently seen their last days of usefulness. 

I also got a message that the insurance people would like to see the body cam. So I have to arrange to get a ride to the post office. I also have to determine who I am supposed to direct the package to. 

It looks like we will be having the twins for an overnight visit. They seem to grow like weeds between the times that we get to see them. 

Today’s gratitude image is of a windows on the side of a building showing a reflection of our city sky line.....gratitude for “my town”.

It seems a lot of people are having their trees trimmed in the neighborhood. Spring is the time for all the sprucing up of laws and yards. 

The word for today is absent.  Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires. Francois de La Rochefoucauld. The written word may be man's greatest invention. It allows us to converse with the dead, the absent, and the unborn. Abraham Lincoln. We must exercise ourselves in the things which bring happiness, since, if that be present, we have everything, and, if that be absent, all our actions are directed toward attaining it. Epicurus. The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse. Benjamin Franklin.  Greater things are believed of those who are absent. Tacitus.  He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel, Horace. Men's minds tend to fear more keenly those things that are absent, Julius Caesar. Justice is achieved only when injustice is absent, Frederic Bastiat.  In the absence of any other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God's existence, Isaac Newton. God will not be absent when His people are on trial; he will stand in court as their advocate, to plead on their behalf, Charles Spurgeon. Those who are absent, by its means become present; it [mail] is the consolation of life, Voltaire.  Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours, Rumi.

The image for my other group is of a unique backyard  “statue” someone made of forks.  

I like stories about animals especially ones with good endings and this one is about a member of the “Bambi” club. The title that caught my eye is “Fawn gone after a brief visit; future uncertain”. The author explained that early on May 29 there was a white-tailed deer fawn resting or hiding (in plain sight) by a retaining block wall in her front yard. Later they found her “wedged” between the foundation and the central air unit. So in an effort to not scare her off the family did not use the AC for several days. The family discovered that she had gone sometime during the night possibly on a night of thunderstorms. The author says she is choosing to stay positive about her fate. After some thought she remembered that she owned a “trail camera”. She attached it to his deck in hopes of seeing her return. To the family’s “delight” they caught the photo of an adult deer near where the baby had first been seen. It could be a coincident but it encouraged happy thoughts. After examining the photo more intently they noticed that there were “four ears” finally determining that two of them were newly growing antlers. So it wasn’t the fawn’s mother. Then they noticed that there was another deer in the background. A few days later as she looked out the upstairs window early in the morning she noticed a doe looking in the “direction of the hidden fawn”. The fawn had been coming back. The family noticed that the fawn’s ears were curled at the tips. When they checked with Ohio Wildlife they learned that could mean dehydration. When they checked for the baby so they could consider some kind of aid, it was gone again. They had been advised not to try to handle it alone, human intervention doesn’t always turn out for the best. A few days later there was a “mama, papa and (a second) fawn” in the yard enjoying some hostas leaves.

I think we will have left overs and chicken fries for dinner. 

Joy 

oh well....