June 16, 2023 a thought for today, The garden must be prepared in the soul first or else it will not flourish. English Proverb

An upload for yesterday was “morning coffee”. I don’t drink coffee (anymore). I drink chamomile tea now. But I have instant coffee for guests who may want it.....also used as a seasoning in some recipes. 

This Friday is a little more on the “busy” side than most are for me. I have been working on th newsletter trying to get a week ahead of it. One on the things I wanted to get done today was the photos for the now typical photo page. There were several happening at Hoge in the past six weeks or so that we wanted noted in pictures. I had to download them from various text and email messages, make a selection of those that I chose to go on the page then down size them in Photoshop for the upload to the newsletter page.

A second upload for yesterday was “my choice”. This is an image from my archive. When I shot it and worked in the darkroom (Photoshop) I was hoping to give a feel of loneliness and walking away from it. 

Even though we had quite a storm early last night the ground seems dry enough to get the lawn mowed so Brian is here working on that. He does such a great job. It will look so different when he is done. My “field of white clover” in the front yard will be gone. It will be nice to see green grass. 

I need to do some work in the kitchen too. Then I think that will be about it for today unless something else that needs attended to pops up which is not unheard around here.

Yesterday was one of the weeks that I had third upload for one of the days. This one was titled “a bike theme”.   This bicycle is barked in what has become and area where some of the employees of a grocery store take their smoke break. 

The word today is sacrifice. Self-sacrifice is the real miracle out of which all the reported miracles grow. Ralph Waldo Emerson. Every man gives his life for what he believes ... one life is all we have to live and we live it according to what we believe, Joan of Arc.  What we obtain too cheaply we esteem too lightly its dearness only that gives everything its value, Thomas Payne.  We can offer up much in the large, but to make sacrifices in little things is what we are seldom equal to, Johann von Goethe. The most sublime act is to set another before you, William Blake. In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich, Henry Ward Beecher. When you go in search of honey, you must expect to be stung by bees, Joseph Joubert.  Never do a wrong thing to make a friend or keep one; the man who requires you to do so is early purchased at a sacrifice. Robert E. Lee.  Sacrifice, which is the passion of great souls, has never been the law of societies. Henri Frederic Amiel. Let others laugh when you sacrifice desire to duty, if they will. You have time and eternity to rejoice in. Theodore Parker.  

My first upload for today is “a pet, such as a dog or cat”. This Sweet Pea, you have probably met her before since she is one of my faithful and loyal models when I need them (as well as a dear friend and comfort on many other occasions). 

Another long time icon in Columbus is closing its doors. Bill and I had a few “dates” at that place. And my fellow federal court employees had celebratory luncheons there also. The “43 years of operation, Aero Squadron Restaurant ...... aviation-themed restaurant and bar will close in June”. According to the article the staff have been auctioning off World Wal I and II relics that have become part of the decorations and memorabilia . There will be a Father’s Day brunch as a “final curtain call”. The facility was designed to “resemble a 1917 French farmhouse”. The restaurant was named to honor Eddie Rickenbacker as the “highest scoring ace in World War I”. The memorabilia/artifacts, were changed frequently through the years. There were special guests at certain events as time moved on. Posters were made and given to kids who came with other guests. Weddings were held. From 1980 to ‘82 there was an “Echo dining room” where the customers could watch the cooks work their trade. There was a DJ booth built above the bar. The DJ could take requests for songs from a bucket that he lowered on a rope. There was dancing on Friday and Saturdays evenings for decades. The article closed with “There’s nothing left in Columbus like it. It’s very bittersweet.”

The next upload for today was pulled from the archives....it is a “my choice” image. The diagonal lines and colors as well as the other shapes and patterns make an art piece. 

Pizza night has rolled around again.

Joy

   Revitalize?....maybe