November 12, 2022 a thought for today, An old man may miss his target with a stone but never with his word. African Proverb

I’m feeling lazy today. I had planned on working some more with my new printer, as usual with a new techy product, I am having a slight problem getting it set up. But I think I will put it on the back burner for today....not in the mood to deal with it. 

On November 11 on of my photo a day “assignments” was “an arrow”. In my last blog I shared a photo of curves that I shot in the McDonald’s drive through. This arrow is from the same patch of pavement. 

We, Bob and I, picked up the curb side groceries a little while ago. Sweet Pea got to take what is becoming her weekly ride to the store with us. 

As we were leaving to go to the store, we saw a couple of snow flakes.....then when we got home it was coming down a bit heavier. I’m pretty sure there won’t be any sticking to the ground today. It’s cold outside but not that cold and hasn’t been long enough for the ground to be too cold. It’s just winter saying “here I come”. 

My second upload for yesterday was “night time”. I don’t do much with my photography at night outside. Every now and then there is a moon that grabs my attention. This one was taken as I glanced out a window in my bed room as I was getting ready to get quiet and read a book for an hour or so. . 

My trip to the doctor yesterday for a wellness check went very well.... considering. Age is descending steadily and leaving its not so subtle and sneakily mounting hints and impacts along the way.

I have been taking my time getting my new ipad set up the way I want it, as with the new printer. I use it for my daily cognitive exercises, I am moving toward my new adventure into the factime memory making part of the ipad/phone (exciting and modern communication) that so many have enjoyed before me, I do some of my daily reading on the ipad/cell phone. In line with getting it ready for the facetime adventure I have been generating and updating my contacts list. 

My first upload for today is “in my pocket”. I had my hooded jacket on for a quick errand. When I got home I cleared my pocket and this is what I had....some change, a mask, an unused Kleenex, a squished up register receipt and my ‘I voted’ sticker.  

The word today is reach.  The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential... these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence. Confucius. Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue. Plato. Do not fear mistakes. You will know failure. Continue to reach out. Benjamin Franklin. The power of choosing good and evil is within the reach of all. Origen. To reach something good it is very useful to have gone astray, and thus acquire experience. Saint Teresa of Avila. And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men. Alfred Lord Tennyson. Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet. Jeremy Bentham. You traverse the world in search of happiness, which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on all. Horace. Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top. Robert Browning. We all wish to reach a ripe old age, but none of us are prepared to admit that we are already there. Francisco de Quevedo . A true disciple shows his appreciation by reaching further than his teacher, Aristotle. 

The second upload for today is “minimalist”. I did a few captures for this subject and decided I liked this one the best.  

I have talked about Ffanklinton several times. I guess I am enthralled with this area of the city. This article tells some about how it began and grew. Before Columbus became a city Franklinton was “nestled in the river-bend on the west side of the Scioto”. Early on there was a man named Lucus Sullivant was wanted to “make his place in the world”, Fanklinton and Mr. Sullivant would come together in time. Mr. Sullivant came from Ireland to Virginia in the 1700s. His father incurred many debts before he passed away and Lucas had to pay them off leaving only enough money to run a tobacco farm. At the age of 18 he moved to Kentucky where he became a surveyor. In 1784 Virginia gave up land it owned northwest of the Ohio River. In 1794 Sullivant lead a crew “into the wilderness of the Ohio territory”. For doing this job he was allowed to chose land that we wanted. He and his crew traveled on food and by canoe. In 1797 he took possession of 6,000 acres of land and laid out a village of 220 lots in Ross County. In 1803 Franklin County took over part of Ross County. This was the area that he named Franklinton in honor of Benjamin Franklin. As a side note: there is a cameo of Sullivant on a grave stone in Greenlawn Cemetery. Sullivant knew that the land in Franklinton was good because of Native Americans he met who grew corn fields near there. The Scioto River was deeper then and there was flooding so he moved the boundary further west than first chosen. He sold the land at twenty-five cents to three hundred and thirty-three. To encourage more people to buy and move to Franklinton, it he gave away some lots “near the eastern border on what would become Gift Street”.He ordered bricks and glass panes fo the “first and finest brick home in Franklinton”. Most homes were log cabins with oilskin paper stretched across the windows. He raised a family and became an honored member of Columbus. He also assisted in the building of the First Presbyterian Church. He made friendships with the Native Peoples and the European Settlers of the U.S. during the fighting of the British and in the War of 1812. In 1815 he “secured the right to build the first bridge between Franklinton and Columbus”. Until then crossing the river was by ferryboat. In 1816 the first toll bridge opened. Lucas allowed people attending religious services to travel back on forth free on Sabbaths. He allowed the free travel until he discovered much of the traffic on “Sabbath-day” was people having too much to drink ane were staggering home. He eventfully built the Columbus Academy Schoolhouse on Third Street and a milldam and grist-mill powered by the Scioto River. 

I think I am making taco salad for dinner. 

Joy

I’m feeling for the respect of the hydrant....I don’t think it was been used that much but harsh and heavy traffic residues have affected its appearance 

 November 10, 2022 a thought for today, A river that forgets its source will soon dry out. African Proverb

One of the photo uploads for November 9th was “an unmade bed”. I forgot that I would need this photo before I made my bed yesterday so I checked around the house for another unmade bed. I found one but decided to come back to my bed an “unmake” a little part of it. Sometimes Sweet Pea will do that for me if she is looking for a “nesting kind of spot”.

My “busy day” has rolled around again. I was up a little early to tick a couple of things off my list before I got on a roll. 

A second capture for yesterday was called “curves”. This one I shot at a regular stop on my outings. It is a part of a McDonalds parking/drive through lot. 

While I was finishing up the printing and getting ready to distribute the bulletin throughout the church there was a knock on the door. The Mid Ohio Food delivery was here early.... no volunteers at the church yet because the reported schedule was supposed to be at 10:30. I chatted with him for a few minutes and we decided he would come back after he made a few other deliveries.

One of my photos for today is “power lines”. I remembered that there is some sort of power station on Wilson Road so, when I left the church, I headed that way to get one of my three photos for today. 

This first photo upload for today was as I mentioned in the previous paragraph. It is the power station on Wilson Road. 

When I got home, I started the laundry for the week. That will take up the rest of the day as I finish some more multi tasking. 

The second upload for today was called “wood”. I used this one of an old wooden privacy fence. When I shot this one, I had taken several captures of wood. I liked one of an old and knurled tree trunk that I wish now I had used for the upload instead of this one. 

A word for today is promise.  We must not promise what we ought not, lest we be called on to perform what we cannot, Abraham Lincoln. Promise is most given when the least is said, George Chapman. We promise according to our hopes and perform according to our fears. Francois de La Rochefoucauld. Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime. Martin Luther. Those that are most slow in making a promise are the most faithful in the performance of it. Jean-Jacques Rousseau. How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man. Ovid. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost. Everyone's a millionaire where promises are concerned. Ovid. An acre of performance is worth the whole Land of promise, James Howell. Commitment Is what turns A Promise Into Reality, Abraham Lincoln. Daily I expect to be murdered or betrayed or reduced to slavery if the occasion arises. But I fear nothing, because of the promises of heaven, Saint Patrick.   

This was another of those days for a third photo upload. This one is titled “buttons and zippers” ( I kept going around with the mantra “buttons and bows” while I was looking for the shot). Anyway, after checking some coats/jackets for buttons and zippers on the same piece of cloth, I was finding mostly zippers and snaps until I found this pair of trousers that I have in my stack of hemming to do. 

Franklinton continues to “spruce up” one of the oldest historic areas of this city. This article tells about one of the newest structures to be introduced in its growth and revitalization. There is a new eight story hotel being planned with six food, drink and entertainment spaces. The name is Junto Hotel at 77 Belle Street. There will be 198 hotel rooms. There will be a main restaurant described as a “wood-hearth neighborhood tavern” which is a family environment. There will be a rooftop patio and bar. Another eatery/coffee shop named Maudine’s is planned. Its name “references” the 1926 homecoming cow from OSU. In this shop there will be pastries, baked goods and “an assortment of grab-and-go items in addition to coffee”. Next on the list of six additional spaces is “a street food style walk-up window that will be serving the famous Québécois dish”. The lobby will double as a check in and a gathering place “for workers by day and cocktails by night with its own separate bar”. The last space described in the article is a back patio attached to the lobby. Here there will be fire pits and an indoor/outdoor integration with the lobby. 

This being my “busy day” of the week I think dinner will be quick and simple....air fry chicken fries and fish stick and french fries. (I think I am beginning to get use to cutting down on time in the kitchen...it’s about time to go along with what strength and energy that years of life have determined for me has begun its inevitable ebb). 

Joy

                             Just another orange cone that got knocked over 

 

November 8, 2022 a thought for today, A million of keys will get into a lock but only one will open it. African Proverb

On November 7 one of my uploads was called “I didn’t make this”. My sister is a pretty fair sketch artists. This is a photo of one of her sketches of one of the furry family member from the past. 

Before I left to vote, something unusual happened to me.....my lower lip swelled. It was a bit scarey. I had taken my first of the day set of meds but they were all the same as ever day. I hadn’t eaten anything except for the normal white Cheezits that I always eat. My sister was concerned. There were no other “symptoms” so I went ahead to go out to vote and then made a stop at Kroger for a couple of things that weren’t available on pick up day...... it’s still swollen. The only thing Sue and I could come up with is something I may have touched. Maybe Sweet Pea got something on her fur while she was outside and when I petted her, as I often do, I picked up something. 

Another photo from November7th was “pets”. Sweet Pea is our only pet right now. She is taking one of her many afternoon naps in this capture. 

My chest freezer was getting to the point that it needed attention....some out dated things removed and ice build-up reduced. So I took care of that yesterday. I am “short in stature” (prefer petite) so one can imagine my problem getting the things at the very bottom of the freezer. I nearly fell in reaching and stretching but I got it done.

I also got the bulletin done yesterday......and kept it to re-check today and then sent out to some others. I am going to get the envelopes for shut-ins done today and the birthday cards. That along with getting the sink and dish washer done will be my chores for today.

The first photo upload for today is “throw it”. I thought of frisbees and basketballs at the park but no one was there at the time that I was in search of one of the captures for today. So I changed my thinking to a place where things are supposed to be thrown.  

The word today is progress.  Without continual growth and progress, such words as improvement, achievement, and success have no meaning. Benjamin Franklin.  The aim of argument, or of discussion, should not be victory, but progress. Joseph Joubert.  Progress is the activity of today and the assurance of tomorrow, Ralph Waldo Emerson.  Nothing in progression can rest on its original plan. We might as well think of rocking a grown man in the cradle of an infant, Edmund Burke.  We should so live and labor in our time that what came to us as seed may go to the next generation as blossom, and that which came to us as blossom may go to them as fruit. That is what we mean by progress, Henry Ward Beecher. Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.  The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress in spirals. Madame de Stael.  Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be. Robert Browning. 

The other upload for today is “waterfalls”. I live in the city where waterfalls are limited. So I chose the falling waters from the fountain at the park down the street from my house. Once I got the file pulled up in Photoshop and used the “darkroom” filter for hue and saturation adjusted I was pleased with the colors and depths in this capture as well as the shapes and juxtaposition of patterns.  

I am an animal lover and hate to see the death of any living thing although squirrels can be pests. We are stewards of the earth and all there in. This article is about “The Great Squirrel Massacre of 1822". It began by telling about how 19th century pioneers in Columbus had many risks with wild animals like bears and wolves not to mention unfriendly Native Americans and deadly diseases. According to the article on of the most “insidious” was th common squirrel. They destroyed gardens mainly corn field which was one of  the staple food for humans. In 1807 the Ohio’s General Assembly took a step to force “every tax-paying resident in Ohio to kill squirrels”. The “law” set a number of dead squirrels each tax payer was responsible for which was no fewer than ten per taxpayer. The number was set by how much property tax a resident was charged each year. There were fines on those who “failed to tun in the minimum number”. But the creatures continued to thrive. A few years later one man, a German immigrant and baker by trade came to Columbus in hopes of selling bread to soldiers in Franklinton. He was a public servant, city council for many years, a judge, on the school board and the first fire chief to mention only a few of his accomplishments. Eventually with the squirrel situation he arranged a contest to see who could kill the most squirrels in one weekend. He offered a full barrel of whiskey to one who brought in the most squirrel scalps. By the end of the “hunt” there were 19,600 scalps. 

It’s going to be an air fryer dinner, probably beer battered fish and fries and sides.

Joy

                                well used cone

 

 November 6, 2022 a word for today, A man with a good will is not only rich but also wise. African Proverb

The first upload for yesterday was “a bridge”. I wasn’t out today in an area where I could find a bridge. So I pulled this on from my archives. It is the side and underside of a bridge in the downtown area of Columbus. 

Since this past week was All Saint’s Day we had a special service at church today. We honored the memory of members who have passed in the past two years. We read the names, we had one of the family members sing a beautiful song, “Wish You Were Here”,  in remembrance and closed the service with “In the Garden”. The sermon was directed toward thoughts of heaven and meeting again. We do a history of one of the hymns we sing each week. This week I picked to do one on “For All the Saints” which fit perfectly with the theme of the day.

Another upload for yesterday was “low angle”. The twins were here for the night. Savannah was sitting    at the table playing a game on her tablet. She was moving her bare feet around on the rails of my gate leg table. I set the camera on the floor after I set it for a five second timer. I captured the “forest” of table legs and her feet and the top of the carpet too. 

I joined a meeting after the service and then left to pick up brunch for Bob and myself.

As usual this is going to be a “laid back, restful day to reflect and refresh” to begin the new week coming before us. 

I left for church a little early to be on the look out for today’s two photo-a-day “assignments”. I had found two before church and a couple after church. 

I had a third upload for yesterday. It was another low angled shot. This one was titled “I’m floored (a ground level shot)”. This is Sweet Pea as she is watching me do my silly thing of putting my camera on the floor (she does not like her photo taken) and pushing the snap button for the five second snap.  

The word for today is pride.  Pride that dines on vanity, sups on contempt, Benjamin Franklin.  Undertake not to teach your equal in the art himself professes; it savors arrogancy, George Washington. Pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes, John Ruskin. Pride costs more than hunger, thirst and cold, Thomas Jefferson. Pride does not wish to owe and vanity does not wish to pay. Francois de La Rochefoucauld. Poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance. Jonathan Swift. Pride, which inspires us with so much envy, is sometimes of use toward the moderating of it too. Francois de La Rochefoucauld. We are rarely proud when we are alone, Voltaire.  Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves, Emily Bronte. All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride, Sophocles. I do not care so much what I am to others as I care what I am to myself, Michel de Montaigne. The proud person always wants to do the right thing, the great thing. But because he wants to do it in his own strength, he is fighting not with man, but with God, Soren A. Kierkegaard.

One of todays uploads is “a fence”. I pass the bright red fence every other day or so when I am on my way to church. I decided to give it a spot in my collection and my archives. 

Here’s a story about how birds help with growing new plants here and there. The title of this article is kind of catchy... “Acorn-toting blue jays much like Johnny Appleseed”. The author says that “nature covers a lot of turf.....and (it is) easy....to....never repeat topics”. However, apparently, writing about the blue jay is an exception. This is the third time he has written about them. This time he is relating that the jay is an “avian Johnny Appleseed for the oak family”. He mentions that birds and some other animals other than the jay also manages to transfer seeds from place to place as a prolog. But, he believes and says, no other can compare with the jay in the “dispersal” of the oak tree. In the fall the jays “harvest the acorns” in huge numbers sometimes carrying more than one acorn while in flight. He says he photographed one carrying five while in flight (two are in its bill, the tip of another protrudes from its mouth, and its throat bulges with (at least) two others). They find a place of their liking and bury their “treasure”, then “tamps” them into the ground. In time they may not “remember” where they put them. Sometimes the come back for them or other animals find some of them leaving many behind to take root. 

The second up load today is “rule of thirds”. This “rule” for photographers is: The rule of thirds is one of the most common rules in photography....break up an image into thirds both horizontally and vertically...the four intersection points of these lines, and the four lines themselves, are where subjects, or strong compositional lines of a photograph, can be placed to create a strong, balanced image”. This is a cross and a spire on the front facade of my church. 

It’s a take out/order in dinner for tonight. 

Joy

                                          broken

 November 4, 2022 a thought for today, Sense does not come before age. Irish Proverb

An upload for yesterday was “a store front”. There is a shopping center near my home that has several vacant stores. This is one of them. Hopefully it will be discovered and occupied by something exciting and interesting soon.

This was going to be a nice laid back worry free day. It started out with a long phone call with a friend. That was like a detour to my focus and plan for the day. On the other hand, it was nice connecting and “bonding” with her. And making another memory. Then I tried adding some software to the laptop I am borrowing and playing with. Wouldn’t you know.....I ran into one of the stumbling blocks with new technology? So I put it aside to get some work done. 

Yesterday was printing and laundry day so I was really tired and then had a meeting last night so I didn’t get the frig cleaned out. I put that off until today. 

The second upload for yesterday was shot on the same day. The fog in my area was dense until late morning. I was out and about early so I wanted to get some photos for my uploads before I went home so on a whim I shot this one hoping it would fit the “assignment” of “framed”. My thought of the “framed” feature was the cross signal. The fog seemed to give the whole scene a secret and mystic look and feel. 

When my “old” car I use to deliberately go out photo hunting now and then. Of course I am always on the look out for photos any time I am out but not to make a trip for that purpose only. Today I asked Sweet Pea if she would like to go with me on an outing....she said yes in her usual manner of running back and forth from door to door so off we went. 

I took a few shots and then was ready to shoot one I really took a liking to.....the camera “spoke to me” and said “battery exhausted”. So....my back up phone camera came to the rescue. 

When I got back from that trip is when I did the “dirty deed” of cleaning out left overs in the frig. 

Once I am at the end of this letter I will be getting on line to do the “curb side grocery order”. 

An upload for today was “a for sale sign”. Sweet Pea was with me for this shot. It was taken in the same area as one of the images yesterday. I had several house for sale signs but they were so common....I wanted something different. 

The word for today power.  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. The ultimate value of life depends upon awareness and the power of contemplation rather than upon mere survival. Aristotle., With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. William Wordsworth. And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. Rumi.  I know the power obedience has of making things easy which seem impossible. Saint Teresa of Avila. Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as a powerful conqueror, and nothing exterior to me will ever take command of me. Walt Whitman.  All the forces in the world are not so powerful as an idea whose time has come. Victor Hugo. Chance is always powerful. Let your hook always be cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be fish. Ovid. Thaw with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other breaks into pieces. Henry David Thoreau. There is no witness so terrible and no accuser so powerful as conscience which dwells within us. Sophocles.

The other shot for today is “high angle”. I took this one from the second story of my house looking out over the neighborhood. What I like about it is the shapes, angles and colors (not the wires so much). 

Here is a story about another historic structure in Ohio. This one is in Coshocton, Ohio about an hour and a half from Columbus. There is a place called the “Old Stone Fort”. According to the article is it “shrouded in mystery”. It is said that maybe it is the oldest structure in the Midwest, the oldest building in the state of Ohio. It stands off to the side of a county road. The story says it may have been a part of a farm centuries ago. In putting together it’s history little is known or recorded of its origins. It is believed that this stone structure was probably built in 1679 “nearly 100 years prior to the American Revolution”. As for who built and/or owned it way back then is a mystery. At some point in time there was a metal plaque posted that states that it is believed to have been built by “d’Iberville, , LaSalle’s successor who built French forts in the Mississippi Valley from 1679- 1689".....maybe “to guard against the English in the battle of the fur trades”. Another theory is an Irish fur trader built the fort in the 1700's. And yet another story is it was built by a farmer but his family “debunked that theory”. The building is not very big and not much to see but there is a “feel” of history and age and stories untold. To visit this tiny reminder of the past from Coshocton go east on US 36 to US 751, turn right on 751 then take the first road to the left, County Road 254 which runs along the Tuscarawas River. Follow 254 around a sharp curve to the right and continue roughly ¼ of a mile” to the old, old brick “shack” on the side of the road.

Pizza night has rolled around again.” 

Joy

                        on the side of an everyday scene in a city

 

 November 2, 2022 a thought for today, To know another is not to know that person's face, but to know that person's heart. Chinese Proverb

An upload for yesterday was “collection”. The photo was on my mind when I enchanted the “collection” of pumpkins and bales of hay in a holiday decoration. 

I have gotten a lot of itty bitty things done this morning .... they all add up. A lot of it was research on different subjects to help in upcoming projects. I got an email out about this Sunday’s service that is going to be a bit of a special honoring members who have passed in the last two years. I uploaded the newsletter, a little late, late better than never. I also added updated the web page a bit.  And few dished washed. 

Another photo a day upload for yesterday was “birds in flight”. Can you imagine what a difficult shot this is?. This image is from my archives, one I made when I happened to have camera in hand and set to capture this flock of geese as they flew over. That doesn’t happen often for me. On another note about birds in fight, as I sit at my computer I can gaze out the window and I watch a small “flock”, maybe eight or ten, sparrows fly en masse to a bush in my neighbor’s yard. I’ve never had a camera ready to capture them. 

Bob went with me to do some shopping for things I have been needing to replace. We went to Micro Center. I got my new ipad. After some time “playing” with it last night I find there are some hiccups I am going to have to deal with and iron out before I can use all the features. I seem to run into that kind of thing with each new and updated technical gadget I buy. They get more and more sophisticated....awesome for progress but daunting to adjust, for me as I age. 

Looks like it is going to be another one of the easy going days for the rest of the day up to dinner time. 

An upload for today is “a book cover”. I read ebooks now in my life....use to be hard cover as I was growing up, audio books when I was working and traveled some, now ebooks. The only books I have around the house are several different bibles, cook books, kids (the twin’s) books, and an old collection left to me from family members. This is one of those....left to me by my dad. 

The word for today is points.  If I am walking with two other men, each of them will serve as my teacher. I will pick out the good points of the one and imitate them, and the bad points of the other and correct them in myself. Confucius. It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. George Eliot. Mankind is not a circle with a single center but an ellipse with two focal points of which facts are one and ideas the other. Victor Hugo.  Justice and truth are too such subtle points that our tools are too blunt to touch them accurately. Blaise Pascal. Nothing's beautiful from every point of view. Horace. Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy. Isaac Newton. We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started. Henry Ward Beecher.   We have come to a turning point in the road. If we turn to the right mayhap our children and our children's children will go that way; but if we turn to the left, generations yet unborn will curse our names for having been unfaithful to God and to His Word. Charles Spurgeon. If you keep feeling a point that has been sharpened, the point cannot long preserve its sharpness. Lao Tzu. The first point of wisdom is to discern that which is false; the second, to know that which is true. Lactantius. 

The second upload for today is “trees”. Standing on my front porch there are all kinds of trees in sight. I live in an older, established neighborhood so we have an over head canvas of trees as we travel down the street. Most of them now are “skeletons” of bare branches with a left over next home showing now and then.  

This one is a bit about the history of the Short North area of Columbus. The article starts by relating that the Short North Neighborhood has been called “Columbus’s SoHo”. It also says, interestingly, “In a city of neighborhoods, it's the neighborhood that connects us to the past”. It has likenesses to Harrison West (grit) and Victorian Village (elegance). It is “anchored” as far as traditions go to Italian Village, has “vivid impressions of  Flytown, a past historic part of Columbus. It was once thought of as a blighted area near the university district and the downtown area. Nonetheless, there was/is a “charm” to some of the buildings and the “potential for redevelopment”. The area attracted a couple of “adventurous people” thirty years ago to this run down area who started the rise of what is not an art center of Columbus. Today on High Street from the Inner Belt to 5th Avenue there are dozens of art galleries and restaurants. After the Civil War this area was the “very edge of Columbus”. There was a landowner, Lincoln Goodale,  who gave more than 30 acres of land with the idea of it becoming a public park, one of the first public parks in the US. As part of the park’s history, Union troops were once stationed there during the Civil War. Later it was a major manufacturing area promoting a new neighborhood called “Flytown”.Workers at the factories were Polish people, German people and black people living next to each other. At that time it was an “area of poverty”. Cheap and “raggedy wood frame houses...flew up”. By the 1960's Flytown disappeared. There are parts of the “neighborhoods” that still stand. Part of Italian Village on the east side of High Street was formed by workers in local industries or the railroad. On the west side of High Street part of Victorian Village there are larger homes owned by prominent citizens. During the formation of  what is known as the Short North district preservation has been “an important slice of Columbus history”. 

It’s hodge podge night for cook ware....chili in stewing pot.....beans for chili in pressure cooker.... fried potato slices in the air fryer.....hot dinner rolls in the air fryer.

Joy

I don’t know what this yellow cone was placed in front of this vehicle for but it serves a purpose if is means to for passers-by to be careful. 

 October 31, 2022 a thought for today, Under a ragged coat lies wisdom. Romanian Proverb

One of the uploads for October 30 was “mellow”. I saw several “scenes” that gave a “mellow” feel. I chose this one. 

This has been a lazy Monday for me. It was so cloudy at wake uptime this morning that it seemed earlier than it actually was. So I slept in a little longer than I planned. On top of that this seems to be a low energy day too. So things are moving along at a snails pace. 

There was apparently some rain during the night so it has been gloomy with the sun shining through every now and then. I hope the kids have a good evening for their trick or treating. 

The second upload was another free choice image. I chose this one, as it turns out I think it is one of my best for a while and puts me in mind of a quote from Ansel Adams, “Twelve significant photographs in any one year is a good crop”. This one is of one of the many resting benches in the park near my home. There is a graffiti wall of Civil War logo on it in the background along with some neighbor home and a free in full color.

The only things I have accomplished are a few dishes washed and a minimal amount of straightening plus a short phone call to order meds for Sweet Pea. The biggest accomplishment is most of the bulletin is set up. Now to wait for the rest of the information. 

The first upload for today is called “dots”. This is a close up of an old family chair with a tufted design where the each of the buttons (dots) causes a tuft in the leather. 

The word for today is places. Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can. John Wesley. Colleges are places where pebbles are polished and diamonds are dimmed. Robert Green Ingersoll. Knowledge of the past and of the places of the earth is the ornament and food of the mind of man. Leonardo da Vinci.  The proper words in the proper places are the true definition of style. Jonathan Swift.  Talent develops in quiet places, character in the full current of human life. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Keep your place in life and your place will keep you. Aesop. Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time. Benjamin Franklin. A person places themselves on a level with the ones they praise. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. The very center of your heart is where life begins. The most beautiful place on earth. Rumi.  All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so. Joseph Joubert.  

The second upload for today is another “free choice”. I chose this image of my street with all the trees in the autumn splendor with an array of colors. 

I am sharing this article because I think there might be some good in it for senior citizens, and in between, also. When there is talk about “games” it can be for adults  not only kids games but card games, puzzles, etc.  The title is “Study: Games can boost cognition, Screen time may not deserve bad reputation”. Right from the beginning the article said there has been a stud that show that those who “play video games for three or more hours a day show higher cognitive activity and skills involving impulse control”. There is some concern that video games have a negative impact. So there is an effort to understand both sides of the “impact” of these games and time on spent in this activity. However, the article still mentioned that playing the video games for long periods of time is acting like exercises. Some researchers said that the found that children playing the video games for twenty-one hours a week were faster and more accurate “on cognitive tasks than those who never played”. Studies also show “higher brain activity in regions of the brain associated with attention and memory......in the frontal brain regions, which are associated with more cognitively demanding tasks”.It is felt that this all relates to the brain becoming more efficient in visual processing. Some of the negative thoughts and plans for limiting time spent in the activity are potential obesity, lack of sleep, and socializing skills. The ongoing studies seem to show that in mental disorders there is insufficient evidence in causing “significant impairment or distress”. The article said that the scientists in these studies are not suggesting that parents “amp up” the idea of game playing time. Another area to be studied in the game playing issue is to help people as children with ADHD to form exercises to train them to sustain attention. Toward the ending of the article it is said that the thinking may be “is game playing a hazard to my child’s health? It might be. If children are foregoing other activities, such as school or homework, sleep or socializing with friends outside of their gaming”. These seem to be ongoing studies. From what was reported in this article it appears there are more pros than cons.

I think we are having grilled cheese (in air fryer) and grilled potatoes (in air fryer) for dinner. 

Joy

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