November 3, 2023 a thought for today, The diseases of the mind are either caused or cured by the power of music. Latin Proverb

The first photo upload for yesterday was “n is for....” Obviously, in this case, n is for nose. As usual, she did not want to be a model for a silly old camera so I had to shoot quickly. 

The second upload for November 2 was “something small.” When you are looking for something small there appears out of nowhere all kinds of some things small. This one was close by so for time sake I used it.

The third upload for yesterday was “closeup.” When I dropped the church mail in the mail slot I noticed the key lock and decided to use it for the closeup today. 

Life for today: Here is a restful Friday. I am going to work at a relaxed pace today, there are no deadlines except self-inflicted ones. I plan on working on a letter (email–the modern letter) of explanation that I feel I need to send about a project I was asked to do and have reservations about. 

I will also work on my now three photo-a-day projects (actually three and a half). These actually add to my store of learning opportunities. Taking photos for me is a lesson in observation and recognizing my senses more acutely. It also adds to my journal of the life that goes on around me every day, every second. It captures moments in time that are timelessly unique due to the fact that they only appear once in forever.  That’s true of everyone of them even the not so attractive happenings. I can look at them and recall, then smile or weep or dream or plan or just remember. 

The twins came to visit today. As always, it is good to have their energy and pre-teen emotions in the house. They are growing so fast. Before we know it they will be adults and leave the magic of childhood. 

My first upload for today is “butterflie(s).” For me today this was a little harder to find. ‘Tis not the season for butterflies here in Ohio right now. So I searched around until I found this. I was going to ask the twins to make me some origami butterflies but they were otherwise occupied. I tried to quickly make one my self but was clumsy with it (I’ll try that another time....I am interested in origami). In my search for one of the other shots I happened on this painted coffee cup one of my great grand children had made for me. It also had printed “grandchildren are souls in bloom.” 

More living: Sweet Pea has been acting a little on the lethargic and restless side for some time now, I think since Bob passed. I truly believe she is grieving. They were pals. When he was home and would go outside to the back yard she was always by his side. In a way it’s nice to have someone to share the longing with. Animals are special.

I decided it was the season to order a new electric blanket. My old one is showing signs or wear. So I ordered one two days ago and it arrived this morning. 

My second shot for today was “something big.” This small Boston fern in its beginner pot is so much smaller that the two big pots behind it, seemed to be the perfect image. 

The word today is come. That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. Emily Dickinson. We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have the power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing. Louisa May Alcott.  Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come. Michelangelo.  There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon. The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them. William Tecumseh Sherman.  All things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted. Saint Teresa of Avila.  It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home. Rumi.  There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last. Robert Louis Stevenson.  Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit comfortably on your shoulder, Henry David Thoreau.  Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door, Emily Dickinson.   

The third upload for today is titled “purse.” I only have one “purse.” I have a couple of other fanny packs but this one seemed to be the one of choice. Look closely and you see a bit of red reflected in the zipper pulls....my sweatshirt for the day. 

This article is another story about an earlier history making event in Columbus. This is about a day of a quiet kind of “celebration” in 1923 “even as town and nation were in transition.” It was called Memorial Day. That day in 1923 the weather was perfect for such an event. People in Columbus came together to remember military veterans of a century before to remember their  “valued place in the story of the city.” President Warren Harding, from Marion Ohio, promised the country would get back to normalcy “after the Progressive Era and World War I.” The country was called the “Roaring Twenties” at that time. A time when the city along with the rest of the country enjoyed automobiles, motion pictures and radio programs. Wearing apparel and physical appearance were going through a change. Writs watches were worn along with short skirts and shorter hair for the ladies, and growth in beliefs and other sensitives in life. People were drawn to remember “contributions of its veterans — past and present.” Parades were happy ways to remember. There were flags and all kinds of color and music along Broad Street. After the parade there were visits to cemetery plots to remember the war dead. In the parade there were veterans, bands, colors of khaki and blue for the Spanish War, trim uniforms of marines, “breezy garb” or American navy and uniforms of a “welter of color.” Offices and stores were closed for the day. There were “outings and recreation.” An interesting part of the article was that due to the weather at that time “seasonal flowers” were “depleted” so flowers were sent from the south. Cemeteries in the area were visited by numbers of people along with veterans who decorated the graves at Union, Calvary, St. Joseph and GreenLawn. Arrangements were made by the veterans groups to get disabled veterans to the celebrations including “25 disabled veterans at the Columbus State Hospital.” It was a great day in Columbus Ohio that day. 

Menu: It’s pizza night. For the past few weeks we have been baking frozen pizzas from the grocery store rather than ordering. 

Joy 

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