June 14, 2023 a thought for today, To teach one must know the nature of those whom one is teaching. Egyptian Proverb
One of the uploads for yesterday was titled “abstract close up”. This is one that I use a filter in Photoshop and maneuvered some algorithms to come up with this shape from an image of a red jeep vehicle.Today is the day that I am finishing the bulletin and having it proofed. Glad I did. There were a couple of changes to be made. So now that is done and the extras that I have to do at tomorrows printing session are formatted, saved and ready to go.
Yesterday I spent more time in the kitchen than I have for a while. It was time to make some of Sweet Pea’s meat ball treats. I also decided it was time to make the two batches of noodles I have been meaning to do. Both of those not only take time but even more time in the clean up than the actual prep so that was a good part of the afternoon. All of that was after I took Bob on a couple of errands that he wanted to get out of the way.
The second upload for yesterday was another of “my choice”. This one is one that I snapped when I had the camera set for black and white. It is of my vase on the dining room (vintage) table.
Today we are having visitors. Bob has some medical support staff that come to check on him. Now we have our lawn care person who wants to come and cut down a bush I need tended to, it has thistles on it as long as up to two inches and sharp as a needle. It is called a Firethorn plant. They remind me of the Crown of Thorns. So this has been an active day.
It seems to be an in-between day weather wise. It rained off and on all night and was still damp and chilly this morning. The sun is making an effort to come out full force. Summer is almost here.
The first upload for today is “a food dish or meal”. I don’t have a full meal prepared yet today so I used this image of a plate of cheese and grapes that I have in the archives.The word for today is regret. Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it come to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh, Henry David Thoreau. Remorse begets reform, William Cowper. To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Remorse is the pain of sin. Theodore Parker. Sister if all this is true what could I do or undo, Sophocles. Regrets are the natural property of gray hairs, Charles Dickens. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been! John Greenleaf Whittier. Remorse is the poison of life. Charlotte Bronte. Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every man has many-not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. Charles Dickens. Every man is guilty of all the good he didn't do, Voltaire. Too late we awake to regret—but what tears Can bring back the waste to our hearts and our years? Letitia Elizabeth Landon. The only victories which leave no regret are those which are gained over ignorance, Napoleon Bonaparte. I did not understand you. I shut my eyes, and would not understand you, or do you justice. This is a recollection which ought to make me forgive every one sooner than myself, Jane Austen. I often regret that I have spoken; never that I have been silent. Publilius Syrus. Get correct views of life, and learn to see the world in its true light. It will enable you to live pleasantly, to do good, and, when summoned away, to leave without regret. Robert E. Lee. A man has cause for regret only when he sows and no one reaps. Charles Goodyear.
Another image from my archives is this one of a couple of old style vases I collected from a visit to a thrift store. It is for on of the “my choice” images.
Out with the old, in with the new. I have to give that a lot of thought. I hate to see the old go in many cases, on the other hand it’s nice, and some times much easier, to live with the new. The title to this article is “Our Way of Life Is Going Away”. It’s a story about a century old farm house that will be taken down to make way for a $20 billion Intel project. The farm house in the opening paragraph was home to a growing family for three generations. Three sisters were going through the things they wanted to save before it was to late. There was an old ticking wall clock in the back ground of their work. They were finding old and worn recipe books, bottles of medicines and boxes and personal journals of memories. As they worked, they could glance out the window to watch the cranes and dump trucks working “in the distance” where “cows, sheep and chickens roamed and corn, wheat and oats sprouted from the soil”. As they worked, they were thinking of their past where some family members were born and died in this house and how their way of life is changing. How working the farm is over, how they were taken to get ice cream with the milking was done. Then reality would seep in with the thought of “Can’t stop progress” came to the surface. Much of the article was a history of how life and operations changed on the farm has the years went by. Animals and animal care changed, equipment changed, things were moved around, people running the daily farm activities changed over the years. They talked about and remembered how “things lose their charm” and how through the years’ one comes to find that they are “embracing change”. As they worked they also remembered the changes of the community around the farm. How land was “annexed” as the town grew, how developments arose. Then around 2022 Intel bought part of their property and property around them. It will eventually employ 3,000 people and will “require 7,000 construction workers and could eventually expand to a $100 billion investment”. The three girls doing the cleaning said “It’s been a season of discovery”. In the end among other items, they had looked through boxes of buttons, screws and other small items from the “cellar way”. They say most of the items “will be thrown away but a few proved to be treasures”.
We are having salmon patties in the air fryer for dinner.
Joy
and yet more
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