October 10, 2023 a thought for today, May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty. Irish Proverb

The first upload for October 9 was “pink.” The sun that day had quite a reflection on the clouds. My father would have called that “sky blue pink.” I think it may also have been called an afterglow. 

Here’s the story....I was planning on making double batch of homemade noodles today, letting them dry and then freezing them for later meals. Wellll, that got put on the back burner, there was a detour, time wise. Our smoke/carbon dioxide alarm beeped...then 120 seconds later beeped again. It scared Sweet Pea to the point of jumping off the floor. Finally I managed to get it down (it’s positioned well over my head even when I am on a five-step step ladder). Oh, I had to go down stairs to find the step ladder then haul it back up the steps before I could begin work on the real problem. Sue and I figured it was low batteries (they have never been changed). I got the old ones out then when I went to put new ones in the battery compartment door was stuck on a red plastic device that seems to have to lay flat when a battery is put in otherwise it stands up. It was caught on the compartment door so the door wouldn’t open all the way therefore that battery wouldn’t go in. I got a couple of my crochet hooks and tried to get it down far enough to open the door without breaking anything. I tried and tried, put the whole alarm aside for a while to calm the nerves then tried again that went on for over an hour. FINALLY I fixed it and tested it ..... it was the batteries after all. There went the morning. I was multi tasking as I worked on the alarm situation so time was eaten up...the noodles will wait for another day.  

My second upload was from my “my choice” assignments. This one is another from my archives. The sunflowers in my own garden succumbed a long time ago but I have their memory in pictures. 

I needed a McDonalds after that task so Sweet Pea and I went out for lunch. Then stopped by the park for a photo a day shot. And just to top the morning off several lights came on on the dash board that had never shown up before. So I took the Toyota user manual in the house to figure that one out. I think I put the emergency brake on by accident and the heat warmer on one of the seats. I think I better leave things alone the rest of the day to be on the safe side. 

It is a gorgeous autumn day out so that is a good thing for the rest of the out look for the day. 

The first upload for today is “gray.” I captured several images in gray while I was out today but this of the top part of the bus was the prettiest gray of the lot so it got the honor. 

The word for the day is absolutely. Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well, Gautama Buddha. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events, Ralph Waldo Emerson. It is not doing the things we like to do liking the thing we have to do that makes life blessed, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself, Honore de Balzac. Life is bristling with thorns and I know no other remedy than to cultivate ones garden, Voltaire.  The man who insists upon seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides. Accept life, and you must accept regret, Henri Frederic Amiel.  A wise man adapts himself to circumstances, as water shapes itself to the vessel that contains it, Chinese Proverb.  Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game. Voltaire. You must accept the truth from whatever source it comes. Maimonides. I accept reality and dare not question it. Walt Whitman. God asks no man whether he will accept life. That is not the choice. You must take it. The only choice is how. Henry Ward Beecher.  

The second upload today is another of the “my choice”. This is my granddaughter having a serious conversation with on of the family’s furry members.

Here’s something interesting about a beautiful place here in Columbus. I had a meeting in one of the houses in the ravine a few years ago. It seemed more a luxury than something frightening although the surroundings were a bit mysterious. The story is about a place in Clintionville called Walhalla Ravine. As the piece starts out it tells of how during the day people walk their dogs on paths lined by trees with a “trickling creek” near by. There are little if any traffic and business sounds and no high-rises to obstruct the views of nature. Then as the article goes on comes the surprise. At night “Walhalla Road transforms into one of the most haunted place in Ohio, according to Only In Your State.” Apparently some people call the area “The Gates of Hell.” In the history of Walhalla Ravine it was a hide-out for “fugitive enslaved people in the 1800s.” There is a church there that was a stop where the slaves were hidden in the woods behind the building. There are even more “legends” that are terrifying in nature. One of those “legends” is that there is a mansion on the ridge called Mooney Mansion built in 1913. It is said that a man murdered his wife and daughter there in the 1950s. Then he killed himself by hanging from the bridge over one of the creeks. After that it is said that blue lights glow in the windows of Mooney Manson. To add to the blue light visions it is said that one can see reflections of the wife and daughter in the water beside the road. The article ends the stories “attract many ghost hunters and even skeptics alike.” One person interviewed “claims the energy there is very “off” — as if you’re being watched.”

I had a third upload today. This assignment is titled “quaint” (meaning: unusual or different in quality or appearance. especially: pleasingly old-fashioned.) This one gave me much pause for thought. After a lot of thought and asking my artist inclined sister she suggested one of my doilies.  Dolius were more often used in a time some of us may call an ear now “old-fashioned.” 

I am slowly learning cook smaller meals. I have purchased two cup storage containers to save single portions of left overs for another meal. So I’m getting where I want to be in the meal part of the day. I still now and then try a proportioned frozen meal. I will be having one of those this evening....so far not so good....maybe this one will be different. The pre-seasoned fish has been good. 

Joy

              power....(two kinds one less obvious)