May 21, 2024 a thought for today, When you open a door, don't forget to close it. Treat your mouth accordingly. Japanese Proverb
The first upload for yesterday was “in my backyard”. This is one corner of the backyard. Sue’s blackberry bush is in the far corner. An evergreen tree I planted about forty-seven years ago is in the foreground.
The third upload for the 20th was “Ascension Day”. My best thinking for this image was something rising in the air. In searching through my archives I came across the hot air balloons that I took photos of a few years ago when there was an event in Grove City.
Life today. I got the bulletin done yesterday with bit of a discussion where a “special” addition needed to be added. There was some decision to be made on where to put the information so the people in the congregation would know what was happening....what the bulletin is for. I could not reach the person responsible for a part of the addition. I sent an email in ample time but received no response in more than twenty-four hours. So I contacted other resources.
I went on to finish the newsletter, up to the point of another persons entry. I may have to find a “filler” if I don’t get that information by late Wednesday. I got the newsletter labels printed, the shut-in envelopes, a birthday card. Finishing the newsletter took some time since I had to go through photos and resize them. While I was dealing with the photos I put together the Instagram upload from the Sunday School class and uploaded that.
It was a busy morning. Then I got ready to go to church for food pantry.
I broke down and turned the air conditioner on last night. I decided to shut it off when Sweet Pea and I went to bed. I opened windows and turned on the overhead fan. I was hoping to wait until June before I turned it on but it’s close enough.
The first upload for today is “dept of field”. This is one of my hydroponic peppermint plants standing in my dining room window. The neighbor’s yard and partial garden are the out of focus background.
Food pantry was at the top number for each time we are open. Actually we were one under the top. Gail and I were busy the whole time our doors were open.
Now it’s time to put the finishing touches on the personal side of the day, my letter and my photos before dinner time which is fast approaching.
The word today is exact. Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. Francis Bacon. The eyes are more exact witnesses than the ears. Heraclitus. The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach. Pliny the Elder. It is the nature of all greatness not to be exact. Edmund Burke. Exactness and neatness in moderation is a virtue, but carried to extremes narrows the mind. Francois Fenelon. Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or exactness of beauty. Plutarch. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Exactness in little things is a wonderful source of cheerfulness. Frederick William Faber. In the long-run every Government is the exact symbol of its People, with their wisdom and unwisdom; we have to say, Like People like Government. Thomas Carlyle. The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists. Charles Dickens. This is certain, that a man that studieth revenge keeps his wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well. Francis Bacon. In taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior. Francis Bacon.
My last photo for the day is titled “kites”. Welllll, I don’t have any kites. I don’t have youngsters around who want to fly kits. I’m not so sure kites are flown as much as they once were. Anyway, I chose an image from the hot air balloons I shot a while back as a substitute for kits.
This article is a bit about the postal service. Not as far back as the Pony Express but still maybe of some interest. We all depend on it, mail service. The title was an eye catcher.... The Highway Post Office’s Final Run: How Columbus Made Postal History”. I didn’t realize until I read this article that there had been such a thing called a “highway post office”. So I Googled it: The term highway post office refers to brightly colored red, white and blue buses used to carry mail to multiple areas over wide distances. The first Highway Post Office bus was inaugurated on February 10, 1941. The article began with explaining that fifty years ago the last two such buses were retired “forced into obsolescence by automated mail sorting”. “In the 1860s, the U.S. Post Service developed the Railway Post Office, a train car devoted to both carrying and processing mail”. Mail bags were emptied and sorted into “hundreds of wall-mounted pigeonholes”. Then they were re-bagged for delivery. Mail was picked up and dropped off at towns where the train didn’t stop. At these stops a long metal “catcher arm” caught the mailbag and a “special rack” sent out a delivery bag. When this mail delivery service was strongest there were more than 3,000 cars in service. The depression and highways gradually took over methods of transportation. That was when the Highway Post Office began. It was “fitted” much like the train type service. One difference was that it could stop at more points than the train did. There were 108 routes one of which was between Cleveland, Cincinnati and Columbus. This method of transporting mail became “obsolete by automated mail sorting”. So as the story was ending, I learned that the last Highway Post Office came to the main post office on Twin Rivers Drive in 1974. The Railway Post Office made a final run in 1977. That route was between New York City and Washington DC.
Chili Mac for dinner.
Joy
just a peek in the window
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