November 8, 2022 a thought for today, A million of keys will get into a lock but only one will open it. African Proverb

On November 7 one of my uploads was called “I didn’t make this”. My sister is a pretty fair sketch artists. This is a photo of one of her sketches of one of the furry family member from the past. 

Before I left to vote, something unusual happened to me.....my lower lip swelled. It was a bit scarey. I had taken my first of the day set of meds but they were all the same as ever day. I hadn’t eaten anything except for the normal white Cheezits that I always eat. My sister was concerned. There were no other “symptoms” so I went ahead to go out to vote and then made a stop at Kroger for a couple of things that weren’t available on pick up day...... it’s still swollen. The only thing Sue and I could come up with is something I may have touched. Maybe Sweet Pea got something on her fur while she was outside and when I petted her, as I often do, I picked up something. 

Another photo from November7th was “pets”. Sweet Pea is our only pet right now. She is taking one of her many afternoon naps in this capture. 

My chest freezer was getting to the point that it needed attention....some out dated things removed and ice build-up reduced. So I took care of that yesterday. I am “short in stature” (prefer petite) so one can imagine my problem getting the things at the very bottom of the freezer. I nearly fell in reaching and stretching but I got it done.

I also got the bulletin done yesterday......and kept it to re-check today and then sent out to some others. I am going to get the envelopes for shut-ins done today and the birthday cards. That along with getting the sink and dish washer done will be my chores for today.

The first photo upload for today is “throw it”. I thought of frisbees and basketballs at the park but no one was there at the time that I was in search of one of the captures for today. So I changed my thinking to a place where things are supposed to be thrown.  

The word today is progress.  Without continual growth and progress, such words as improvement, achievement, and success have no meaning. Benjamin Franklin.  The aim of argument, or of discussion, should not be victory, but progress. Joseph Joubert.  Progress is the activity of today and the assurance of tomorrow, Ralph Waldo Emerson.  Nothing in progression can rest on its original plan. We might as well think of rocking a grown man in the cradle of an infant, Edmund Burke.  We should so live and labor in our time that what came to us as seed may go to the next generation as blossom, and that which came to us as blossom may go to them as fruit. That is what we mean by progress, Henry Ward Beecher. Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.  The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress in spirals. Madame de Stael.  Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be. Robert Browning. 

The other upload for today is “waterfalls”. I live in the city where waterfalls are limited. So I chose the falling waters from the fountain at the park down the street from my house. Once I got the file pulled up in Photoshop and used the “darkroom” filter for hue and saturation adjusted I was pleased with the colors and depths in this capture as well as the shapes and juxtaposition of patterns.  

I am an animal lover and hate to see the death of any living thing although squirrels can be pests. We are stewards of the earth and all there in. This article is about “The Great Squirrel Massacre of 1822". It began by telling about how 19th century pioneers in Columbus had many risks with wild animals like bears and wolves not to mention unfriendly Native Americans and deadly diseases. According to the article on of the most “insidious” was th common squirrel. They destroyed gardens mainly corn field which was one of  the staple food for humans. In 1807 the Ohio’s General Assembly took a step to force “every tax-paying resident in Ohio to kill squirrels”. The “law” set a number of dead squirrels each tax payer was responsible for which was no fewer than ten per taxpayer. The number was set by how much property tax a resident was charged each year. There were fines on those who “failed to tun in the minimum number”. But the creatures continued to thrive. A few years later one man, a German immigrant and baker by trade came to Columbus in hopes of selling bread to soldiers in Franklinton. He was a public servant, city council for many years, a judge, on the school board and the first fire chief to mention only a few of his accomplishments. Eventually with the squirrel situation he arranged a contest to see who could kill the most squirrels in one weekend. He offered a full barrel of whiskey to one who brought in the most squirrel scalps. By the end of the “hunt” there were 19,600 scalps. 

It’s going to be an air fryer dinner, probably beer battered fish and fries and sides.

Joy

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