July 8, 2024 a thought for today, Fear does not empty tomorrow of its sadness; it empties today of its power. Turkish Proverb

The first upload for yesterday was “road sign”. This seems to be a fairly common one in our neighborhood lately. 

The second upload for yesterday is “discover the small world”.  I caught this one pretty quick on the side of a building that looks like it need a good sanding and new paint. 

The thirst upload for July 7th was “up close and personal”. Sweet Pea doesn’t like to have her photo taken so about the only time I can get up close and personal with her to take a photo easily is when she is asleep. 

Life today. AAAAh Monday!!! and a pretty good one at that. I have the bulletin DONE! at least ready to send to be proofed. I don’t often get the whole thing done on Monday, it is usually Tuesday or Wednesday before the last of the information gets to me. This pastor had the information to me last Friday. 

Yesterday church was good....being with friends, peers and “family”. We had communion, that makes things uplifting. As I was leaving church I received a text (awesome technology) invitation to meet Lowell and Rebecca for lunch at York. That’s always something I look forward to.....time with family.

I had to take time to pick up my meds at Kroger today. While I was there I picked up some odds and ends I want to put in the crochet bags I made for each of my six great grand children.

My first challenge for today was “6:00pm”. Last evening I knew I needed this photo today. I made a sticky note to remind myself to be aware of the time in the early evening. I lost the sticky note. I decided to use something like what the doctors use to test us when we get to be a certain age. They have us mark clock times in a circle then draw lines to a certain time.  

As soon as I got back home it was back to the computer. While I was out I shot a couple of the photos for todays uploads. So here at home I uploaded them to the cloud and back to my archived files. 

I opened my mouth yesterday afternoon when it should have been shut so I “suffered” the consequences by emotionally flogging myself all last evening. Until I heard from both of my two living children, separately and an hour or so apart, who in one way and another uplifted my spirits. Life can be beautiful even or especially after a small grey cloud passes.  

As it has been a productive Monday I am eager for it to come time to shut down the computer and move to my evening choices to relax, learn and stay healthy (mentally). 

The next challenge today is “contrast”. I shot this one thinking of the contrast in the texture of the tree and the sky.

The word today is hand.  To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. William Blake.  More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution. James Thomson.  The hand is the visible part of the brain. Immanuel Kant.  Learning by head, hand and heart. Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi.  I had many friends to help me to fall; but as to rising again, I was so much left to myself, that I wonder now I was not always on the ground. I praise God for His mercy; for it was He only Who stretched out His hand to me. May He be blessed for ever! Amen. Saint Teresa of Avila.  If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them - not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone. Anne Bronte.  Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art. Leonardo da Vinci.  The sacred rights of mankind are not to be rummaged for among old parchments or musty records. They are written, as with a sunbeam, in the whole volume of human nature, by the hand of the divinity itself; and can never be erased. Alexander Hamilton.  Let your heart feel for the afflictions and distress of everyone, and let your hand give in proportion to your purse. George Washington. Iron hand in a velvet glove. Charles V.  In true education, anything that comes to our hand is as good as a book: the prank of a page- boy, the blunder of a servant, a bit of table talk - they are all part of the curriculum. Michel de Montaigne.  

The last challenge upload for today is “photographers choice”. I found this in another of the small gardens at the local park.  

This article is about a part of Columbus’ history and still holds a purpose for the community. The main article is about Eddie Rickenbacker childhood home, and offers a bit about Eddie. He was called the ““Ace of Aces” during the First World War”. He was born in Columbus in 1890 to an “impoverished” Swiss immigrant family. When he was a child his father was killed so Eddie became the head of household. He quit school in 6th grade so he could work full time. He became fascinated with engines and automobiles which led to becoming a race car driver. In World War I he went to Europe and became a chauffeur to high-ranking officers. During that time he became a part of the “Aviation Section of the U.S. Army Signal Corps, an ancestor of the Air Force.” He was well educated in the areas of “engines, machines and speed”. He was eventually promoted to Captain. In 1918 he “destroyed 26 enemy aircraft, more than any other American pilot in the war”. After the war Mr. Rickenbacker found other business opportunities. He became the president and chairman of the board of Eastern Air Lines. I learned that it, Eastern Air Lines, was one of the original commercial airlines in the US. In 1941 he was on a flight that crashed in Georgia. He was injured and was hospitalized for a long period. During World War II he helped as a civilian. He traveled inspecting troops, meeting leaders and giving speeches to airmen to help keep up morale. During that time he was in another air plane crashed and stranded on a rubber life raft for twenty-four days. The Rickenbacker childhood home is designated a National Historic Landmark. The City of Columbus maintains the property. However attempts to raise money to establish a museum “for one of Ohio’s favorite sons”.

Maybe spaghetti and meat balls for dinner. 

Joy

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