November 16, 2022 a thought for today, If you travel with lies you will reach your destination but you might be unable to retrace your steps. African Proverb

My first upload for yesterday was “hand shadow”. Well, first I set a timer on the camera and tired to get a capture of a hand shadow of my own hand....no go. Later my sister was walking past and I said “hang on a minute” I need you to stand right here....make a shadow on the wall right there”. The lighting was just right at the spot on the kitchen wall. Here is one of the five shots I took. There was very little “darkroom (Photoshop) work on the “digital negative’ (memory card file). Perrfect...in my opinion. 

I am accomplishing a lot of little things that have been needing attention. Aside from that I have the bulletin completed. I got the changes and correction from the readers and they are made. The newsletter is on it’s way, a few more hours and a few more items from others to be processed and entered. 

The second “assignment” for yesterday’s upload was “mountains”. Again, I live in the city ..... no mountains near by and I haven’t been in the vicinity of one in years. But there have been “mountains” of plowed now drifts and “mountains” of dirty laundry. I chose this one from my archives of this snow plowed in the Consumer Square shopping mall. 

I got some more of the quilled snow flakes sprayed and another of the projects completed and framed. I have slowed down on the crocheting projects but still keeping up on a reduced time on each. There was some time to work on binding calendars too.

Sue is out on another window shopping trip. So the house is really quiet and kind of lonesome too. 

After getting the other to-do’s done I made time to get on line and make appointments for Bob and me to get our COVID boosters. I wonder how people who don’t have computers are able to make their appointments. The process on the computer isn’t the easiest thing either. I had to make it for when Bob isn’t working which is Saturday. With that in mind I had to schedule it between picking up groceries and the OSU game.

I had a third “assignment” for November 15.... “music”. This is one of the pianos in my church that offers music at choir practice and at Sunday service. 

Our Thanksgiving plans have changed. Part of the family are serving our country and can’t be home for this particular holiday so the “celebration” is limited. I learned this morning that tentative plans were changed again for those of us here. Those of us in Columbus will be having dinner together the day before. There are other plans for the actual day of Thanksgiving.....some specific  habits that take place on that one particular day of the year. It brings back memories of other Thanksgivings. There have been a lot of times where total family was not together for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. We are a “first responder” family and have been all of my life. We are filled with fireman, policeman and military people and a nurse too, me. That means all kinds of hours that call for duty time. So celebration times have always been made around times available to those who were needed elsewhere. Another factor that I am beginning to feel are the changes that come with age and growing families numbers and obligations ....more and different changes. I should be use to it after all these years. Then there is one very memorable Thanksgiving with my mother so many years ago.....I spent the last few hours after our traditional family gathering on that Thanksgiving with her in the hospital as she left us to touch the face of God.

The first upload for today is “running water”. This subject is hard for me to picture an idea that will work so I experienced with this one. I was running water and suds into my air fryer basket in the sink....hence, running water. 

The word today is seasons. Yet sunshine brightens after rain, The darkness comes and goes again, So solace follows bitter pain, As seasons wax and wane. Elizabeth Chase Akers Allen  How times and seasons are in concert! Spring is suggestive of morning, summer of noon, autumn of evening, and winter of night. Henry James Slack . Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. Charles Dickens.  I would go to the deeps a hundred times to cheer a downcast spirit. It is good for me to have been afflicted, that I might know how to speak a word in season to one that is weary. Charles Spurgeon. Silence at the proper season is wisdom, and better than any speech. Plutarch.  It is always in season for old men to learn. Aeschylus.  If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome, Anne Bradstreet. In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, William Blake  Who looks in the sun will see no light else; but also he will see no shadow. Our life revolves unceasingly, but the centre is ever the same, and the wise will regard only the seasons of the soul, Henry David Thoreau.  Many men walk by day; few walk by night. It is a different season, Henry David Thoreau. Youth is to all the glad season of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes, In truth it is best to learn wisdom, and abandoning all nonsense, to leave it to boys to enjoy their season of play and mirth. HoraceThomas Carlyle.

The second “assignment” was “black and white”. This is also from my archives. One of my photos of a “best friend” who shared thirteen years of her life with me before she crossed the rainbow. Her name was sugar. This was one of her many naps. 

I seem to latch onto articles about the growth, revitalization, and/or history encircles places or events happening in and around Columbus. This one is about a place called Slate Run Living Historical Farm. The article starts with the author saying how the visions of a five-year old look... Little House on the Prairie, before cars, air conditioning , iPads brought excitement and wonder and mystery.  The milking of cows, working in fields and farm living were moments of quiet and one with nature. Slate Run, the 1880s farm, allows for the “visuals” of what those farms in the 19th century might have been like. On a visit there you can take a first hand part in chores and duties of the time period. You can feel the experience of tasks and rewards of a farm life. A description of the farm at Slate Run is a Gothic revival farmhouse built in 1856. The Metroparks restored the house. The barn on the property was built in 1881. To increase the feel of authenticity are volunteers dressed in costume going about the business of farm hands and owners. They may be snapping green beans or slicing cucumbers. You can watch horses work in the fields and pet farm animals. You can play games that may have been in played in the 1800s. There is a root cellar for canned good that may have been used in the winters, a smoke house with meat hanging to “cure”. To add to the whole feel and mental picture are farm tools and the smell of hay in the barn. The visits are so organized that there are programs that are age appropriate and add to the discovery of farm life. There are also riddles and scavenger hunts that are meant to teach about the history of farming life long ago. 

We are having another air fry dinner.....beer battered fish and french fries. 

Joy

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