June 24, 2023 a thought for today, An excuse is often substituted for reason. Traditional Proverb

I was able to sleep-in for a while this morning, a little different than the last three or four mornings. 

My first upload for yesterday was “a colourful door”. We have a few colorful doors in the neighborhood. This one is the closest that I can think of and I was in a hurry to get it for the assignment. I think I may have used it for another upload at another time. There are other attractive features in the image. 

I thought the prediction was for rain for the next three days but it doesn’t look like that right now. As a matter of fact the neighbors have put a lot of things out for a yard sale. The sun seems to be cooperating. 

The man we have doing the lawn mowing now has just come. He is getting started a little late because of all the garage sales that have been going on in the neighborhood today. This is the annual “bean dinner” event (a hold over from then Civil War days when the park was part of a military camp, Camp Chase). On this day every year many, very many, folks in the area have a garage/lawn sale. Driving down the streets is like driving through a maze . . . cars and people all along the side and in the middle of the streets . . . moving slowly. It is one of the major signs of the beginning of summer for us. 

The second upload for yesterday was “my choice”. This one was taken a while back before we had the privacy fence put in. There are feelings of strength and security as well as age and exposure to the elements. 

I think it is about time to turn the AC back on. I am trying to hold off for a few more days if I can. We have been having some rather cool days for this time of the year so I have been enjoying open windows. 

The first upload for today is “sunrises or sunsets”. I wasn’t up early enough for catch whatever type of sunrise we had this morning and I didn’t capture last nights sunset which wasn’t all that exciting anyway so this one was pulled from my archives. 

The word today is story. It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story. American Indian saying .  Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter, African Proverbs.  No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters. George Eliot. When one side only of a story is heard and often repeated, the human mind becomes impressed with it insensibly, George Washington.  I fear three newspapers more than a hundred thousand bayonets, Napoleon.  No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books, Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Books are lighthouses erected in quality. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never, Henry Ward Beecher.  Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden. Rumi. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. William Shakespeare.  He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings, Homer. Unless I am allowed to tell the story of my life in my own way, I cannot tell it at all, Mary Seacole. Homer, more than any other, has taught the rest of us the art of framing lies in the right way, Aristotle.   

This second upload for today is “as fresh as a daisy”. This flower was just completing the opening of its bloom so I likened that to ‘fresh as a daisy’. I also like the other art features in the image.  The lighting, the shapes and forms, and the small touches of color.

This article is something on the lighter side, titled: “Wildlife officers tell stories, of their craziest experiences”. The department of natural resources said being a wildlife officer is a chance to practice law enforcement along with wildlife conservation. Some of the less than positive events they may encounter are breaking hunting, fishing and trapping rules. If they come upon someone breaking or stretching one of the “rules” the person may try to deny it. For instance once a group of fisherman were observed as one of them was in a boat off shore. He, the man in the boat, said he wasn’t fishing because he didn’t have a license. When some of the folks are observed in a negative activity some will run or fight. One officer in the article mentioned an incident that he ran into one time while checking fishing licenses along the Ohio river. A man, when he saw the officer approching, jumped into the river to try to swim away but had to turn around and head back to shore. When the officer “confronted” him they found he had a warrant for a traffic ticket. The officer was amused by that because a warrant for a traffic ticket is not more than a fine where a warrant for something more serious might have been more of a reason to jump in the river and try to “get away”. Another officer had some stories that were unique and memorable. One was of a doe who crashed through high school window and destroyed a classroom. Another story was one that told of him watching a family packing up to leave after a picnic and they were not picking up their trash. As he was came forward one of the people threw a soda can at a tree and had not seen the officer. The soda can exploded and sprayed the officer as he approached the group. I would think the man who threw the can would have had second thoughts at that point about picking up his trash. 

We are having creamed chicken on biscuits and macaroni salad for dinner. 

Joy

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