February 8, 2023 a thought for today, One cannot become a priest just by having a rosary. Japanese Proverb

This isn’t one of the most exciting days. There is nothing much on the agenda. The bulletin is done after a couple of additions and changes. 

The first upload for yesterday was “white”. The fence fits the assignment but I also enjoyed and wanted to capture the lines, shape, textures, shadows and other art related details in the scene. 

I need to do some work in the kitchen shortly. Then I really have to frame some of paper quilled work I have done. I also need to get them ready to mail. 

When I woke up, I expected some warmer temperatures but that just didn’t happen. They say we are supposed to do get close to sixty degrees tomorrow and for the next few days in the upper forties. Then another big drop. 

The second upload for yesterday was “a beautiful sight”. My Christmas poinsettia is still showing off it’s wonderful red collection of “bracts, or modified leaves”. I like the way the sun is allowing the veins of the bracts to show.

I had sent out some notices that we are looking for a sexton in the church. I sent out nine notices. Three of those were in our internal message systems so I didn’t expect any responses, hoped for one or two but not expecting it....it was more about letting others know we were looking. Out of the other six places I contacted there have been four responses. Hopefully one of them will be right for us. 

I have the things ready to print for tomorrow even though I just had one more change, about an hour ago. 

One of the uploads for today is “floating”. This one is from my “vast” archives and fit the title perfectly.

The word for today is care. Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill. Buddha. Give me one hundred preachers who fear nothing but sin and desire nothing but God, and I care not whether they be clergymen or laymen, they alone will shake the gates of Hell and set up the kingdom of Heaven upon Earth. John Wesley. I care not much for a man's religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it. Abraham Lincoln.  Law is nothing other than a certain ordinance of reason for the common good, promulgated by the person who has the care of the community. Thomas Aquinas.  Many people take no care of their money till they come nearly to the end of it, and others do just the same with their time. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dealer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts. Alfred Lord Tennyson.  Be careful to leave your sons well instructed rather than rich, for the hopes of the instructed are better than the wealth of the ignorant. Epictetus.  While you are proclaiming peace with your lips, be careful to have it even more fully in your heart. Francis of Assisi.  Love is the hardest lesson in Christianity; but, for that reason, it should be most our care to learn it. William Penn.  Want of care does us more damage than want of knowledge, Benjamin Franklin.

The second upload for today is “motion”. This is my daughter-in-law and my great, great niece (one twin) having fun on a swing at a park in Grove City. 

We are back to a little bit of history in the article for today. This one is about the “Written word gave picture of early Columbus”. There was no city at Franklinton where the Scioto river forks until there was a state capital in the center of Ohio in 1812. There are no photos of that community at that time. More than seventy years later a writer tried to offer history in a more visible way. In 1885 he offered his best effort using this method. His description was basically as follows...a broad plain on the left, with a low range of wooded hills on the west side, a “waving” cornfield that is in a grassy meadow. His description went on to explain that “Along the water’s edge grew many wild plum trees whose blossoms filled the air with a pleasant perfume. Beyond the meadow and the corn, the busy town of Franklinton appeared in the distance”. There was a word picture of a river where the “thread of water was lost in the forest”. The image presented in words went on “showing” an Indian mound to the south of the river. And an area of cleared field which was then a cultivated farm and is now German Village. Still more of the “picture” of the Columbus community at that time was a log cabin near Front and States Streets. The farmers rifle and traps offered him a secure frontier living. Another part of the writing was of an old sawmill built at about 1800. Not far from there was the “ruins of a distillery....covered by small trees and underbrush”. The article continued with more word pictures of moored canoes on a bluff of with a “forest of oak, beech, maple, walnut and other trees common to the uplands of Ohio” inhabited by song birds and squirrels along with wild turkeys and deer and maybe a bear or two. There are many springs and streams with a few cabins along the journey of this community in this article. 

We are having baked Tilapia and air fried French fries for dinner. 

Joy

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