June 9, 2022 a thought for today, He who talks forgets what he said but he who listens can't forget. African Proverb

I got the police body cam DVD overnighted to the insurance company. It should get there this afternoon. We’ll see where this truth-in-photos gets us. I won’t be boring you with it much longer. I am running out of steam and am disenchanted by how many times the truth can be ignored.

The photo a day in the month of gratitude for yesterday was this set of safety objects and signs. 

I got the copies of the special bulletin and the weekly bulletin printed this morning. When Chris and I got to the church, I was surprised to see that there was a food delivery this morning. I noticed when I was running the special bulletin it wasn’t the size I had planned on. It would be a two fold on letter size paper. I wanted a two fold on legal size paper. So when I got home I did a third version and copied the information to the legal size. Rev Ed will have his choice of three sizes.

Yesterday’s upload to my other group of photo friends is this one of me relaxing with my crocheting. 

The rest of the day will be the usual routine for Thursdays, laundry and fixing dinner. Maybe there will be time for a little work on the next edition to the newsletter.  

The weather has made another of its famous Ohio changes. I have the doors open today and a sweat shirt on as opposed to the AC and a Tee shirt. We had a pretty good rain storm last night and that dropped the temps. 

My upload for this day in the month of gratitude is this country road. I’m grateful for the open spaces we have in Ohio and for farmers fields.

The word for today is accomplish. A gentle word, a kind look, a good-natured smile can work wonders and accomplish miracles. William Hazlitt. A hero is born among a hundred, a wise man is found among a thousand, but an accomplished one might not be found even among a hundred thousand men. Plato.  Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. Victor Hugo. That which neither weapon nor flame could accomplish will be achieved by a sweet speaking tongue in council. Nostradamus. Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well, Vincent Van Gogh.  I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me, William Blake.  To accomplish excellence or anything outstanding, you must listen to that whisper which is heard by you alone, Ralph Waldo Emerson.  An integral being knows without going, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing, Lao Tzu.   Who waits until circumstances completely favor his undertaking, will never accomplish anything, Martin Luther.   Do not wish for quick results, nor look for small advantages. If you seek quick results, you will not reach the ultimate goal. If you are led astray by small advantages, you will never accomplish great things, Confucius. 

My second up load for today is this set of cement barrier posts. The design, colors, shapes and patterns are interesting. 

This is kind of an interesting story about a historical figure connected to our community. His name was David Beers.  When he was small his family lived in New Jersey. When he was 7 he and his sister and mother were captured by a “party of Native Americans”. They were separated from their mother and taken to Canada. His sister was adopted into the Wyandot Nation and eventually married a Wyandot Methodist minister and moved to a reservation near Upper Sandusky. The brother and sister didn’t meet up again until there were in their 50s. Beers had remained a friend to Native Americans but lived outside the reservations. He spoke their languages and knew their ways. He eventually married in 1783 in Southampton, Pennsylvainia. The family grew to include 10 children. He and his family moved to Franklin County in 1803 and lived in the area of our city called Glen Echo Ravine. They built a house in 1804 that is said to be the oldest surviving standing structure in central Ohio. It is a log structure with dovetail joints. It is covered with wooden plank framing. In 1904 an artist bought the house along with a “daredevil Conn Baker” who was a collector of log houses. The house was moved to a new area at 30 E. Norwich Ave. Back to Beers life and his activities, he opened his home to Native Americans. A neighbor helped American soldiers. During the War of 1812 some officers and enlisted men took shelter in the Beers home/cabin and barn. They left some equipment in the barn. One of Beers interests was farming and trading. He built a mill along the stream that was called Whetstone Creek now called the Olentangy River. There were no other mills in the area so over the years it was expanded and modernized and eventually became managed by the Piatt family. The Ohio poet John James Piatt grew up at the mill and was “inspired by his surroundings.” The mill burned in 1902 but the foundation stones are still there. Two o f Beers’ sons “laid out a 40-acre town that was called North Columbus” and became “home” to military units in the American Civil War. “Beers is buried in Union Cemetery. His tombstone is relatively new and replaced an original stone that had become unreadable with age.”

I think it will be baked spaghetti for dinner tonight. 

Joy

I think it’s need could use a bit of TLC

 

 June 7, 2022 a thought for today, A village without the elderly is like a well without water. African Proverb

My photo a day a month of gratitude for yesterday was a portion of delivery truck....where would we be without them...lots of gratitude. 

I have a special bulletin to do this week, I may have mentioned it earlier. It won’t be due for a couple of weeks but for various reasons we need to get an early start on it. I finished it, a draft,  this morning now the hard copy will be checked and corrections and changes will be made for a second check to be sure everything is what is wanted. I also got the weekly bulletin done this morning but I want to look it over one more time before I send it out for further checks. 

The upload for my Canadian group yesterday is an old basket and chair that have apparently seen their last days of usefulness. 

I also got a message that the insurance people would like to see the body cam. So I have to arrange to get a ride to the post office. I also have to determine who I am supposed to direct the package to. 

It looks like we will be having the twins for an overnight visit. They seem to grow like weeds between the times that we get to see them. 

Today’s gratitude image is of a windows on the side of a building showing a reflection of our city sky line.....gratitude for “my town”.

It seems a lot of people are having their trees trimmed in the neighborhood. Spring is the time for all the sprucing up of laws and yards. 

The word for today is absent.  Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires. Francois de La Rochefoucauld. The written word may be man's greatest invention. It allows us to converse with the dead, the absent, and the unborn. Abraham Lincoln. We must exercise ourselves in the things which bring happiness, since, if that be present, we have everything, and, if that be absent, all our actions are directed toward attaining it. Epicurus. The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse. Benjamin Franklin.  Greater things are believed of those who are absent. Tacitus.  He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel, Horace. Men's minds tend to fear more keenly those things that are absent, Julius Caesar. Justice is achieved only when injustice is absent, Frederic Bastiat.  In the absence of any other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God's existence, Isaac Newton. God will not be absent when His people are on trial; he will stand in court as their advocate, to plead on their behalf, Charles Spurgeon. Those who are absent, by its means become present; it [mail] is the consolation of life, Voltaire.  Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours, Rumi.

The image for my other group is of a unique backyard  “statue” someone made of forks.  

I like stories about animals especially ones with good endings and this one is about a member of the “Bambi” club. The title that caught my eye is “Fawn gone after a brief visit; future uncertain”. The author explained that early on May 29 there was a white-tailed deer fawn resting or hiding (in plain sight) by a retaining block wall in her front yard. Later they found her “wedged” between the foundation and the central air unit. So in an effort to not scare her off the family did not use the AC for several days. The family discovered that she had gone sometime during the night possibly on a night of thunderstorms. The author says she is choosing to stay positive about her fate. After some thought she remembered that she owned a “trail camera”. She attached it to his deck in hopes of seeing her return. To the family’s “delight” they caught the photo of an adult deer near where the baby had first been seen. It could be a coincident but it encouraged happy thoughts. After examining the photo more intently they noticed that there were “four ears” finally determining that two of them were newly growing antlers. So it wasn’t the fawn’s mother. Then they noticed that there was another deer in the background. A few days later as she looked out the upstairs window early in the morning she noticed a doe looking in the “direction of the hidden fawn”. The fawn had been coming back. The family noticed that the fawn’s ears were curled at the tips. When they checked with Ohio Wildlife they learned that could mean dehydration. When they checked for the baby so they could consider some kind of aid, it was gone again. They had been advised not to try to handle it alone, human intervention doesn’t always turn out for the best. A few days later there was a “mama, papa and (a second) fawn” in the yard enjoying some hostas leaves.

I think we will have left overs and chicken fries for dinner. 

Joy 

oh well....

 June 5, 2022 a thought for today, A tree cannot stand on the ground without its roots. African Proverb

The upload to the “a month of gratitude” for yesterday was the post office....don’t know what we would do without it even thought we do have email too. 

Quiet Sunday....just what I need. I was late to the bible study. After that, between the bible study and church service, I met with a friend who I will be doing a special bulletin for in a couple of weeks. After that I enjoyed the service, especially the last hymn Spirit.... “Spirit, spirit of gentleness, blow through the wilderness calling and free.....wind, wind on the sea”. Now to let the new week begin refreshed and ready.... come what may.

I like this view of an empty ball diamond....so I uploaded this image to my Canadian Photo Club. 

As is usual, for me there, is not much on the agenda today....Sunday. I will get the things that absolutely need to be done out of the way. Then take a “Calgon take me away” soaking bath.

The sun is out, the wind chimes are letting us know they are there and the birds are singing. 

The up load to the gratitude month images for today is this one. Grateful for a new day. 

The word today is able.  Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood let alone believed by the masses, Plato.  Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide. Napoleon Bonaparte. Go as far as you can see; when you get there you'll be able to see farther. Thomas Carlyle. To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable. John Milton. I believe that nothing happens apart from divine determination and decree. We shall never be able to escape from the doctrine of divine predestination - the doctrine that God has foreordained certain people unto eternal life. Charles Spurgeon. Where the press is free and every man able to read, all is safe. Thomas Jefferson. Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them. Edgar Allan Poe. Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death. Horace.  If we did not have rational souls, we would not be able to believe. Saint Augustine.

My upload for today to the other photo club is a rock and a weed. It had the textures, lines and shapes that give it artful substance. 

This article tells some more Columbus history, this one about a church. The St. James Lutheran Church located in Hilliard, Ohio  was built in 1872 less than ten years from the time of the Civil War. The two acres of land that it is located on cost $12. In the years between its beginning and now there have been only fifteen senior pastors. Their ministries occurred “during the darkness to two world wars, two pandemic and everything in between”.  A 175-year anniversary is being planned. After the sermon on June 12 there will be a lunch “provided by on-site food trucks”. The Columbus Maennerchor will preform. The choir will add to the cerebration inside the recently refurbished church. The congregation had raised $65,000 for the anniversary celebration which included the restorations. Existing ceiling murals were cleaned, the altar and baptismal font were “touched up.” Some of the stained glass windows were refurbished. The “rose window” that had been above the altar at the dedication in 1872 was moved to a newer addition of St. James that was built in 2006. On the property is a cemetery where “several veterans of the US Civil War are interred”. According to the history of the church replaced a log cabin that was on the property. 

It’s going to be Taco Bell for dinner tonight. 

Joy

kinda’ full

 I uploaded this on a day late to my third photo group for the fruits or vegetable theme.

 

June 3, 2022 thought for today, Your mind is like a parachute; it only works when it's open. African Proverb

My gratitude photo for yesterday is my great grandson reaching for something very interesting, to him. It is a picture of the gratitude there is in new life.  

Lowell treated me to a house cleaning by a professional yesterday. My first experience. She and her mother did a fantastic job. I’ve never been a very good house keeper but am a good home maker. 

My upload yesterday to my other friends was taken through the broken window of an deserted and forgotten old school building.

I got the weekly printing done yesterday. Then a stop at White Castle. Then came the house work, the laundry. To top the day off was a meeting at church in the evening. 

Today is a “let-go” day....no heavy agenda. It’s been a busy week and I still can’t get free of the insurance/car business just yet. 

My photo for today, gratitude month day 3 is of a handicap parking spot and a bonus of a fire hydrant both of which I am grateful for. 

The word for today is young. True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart. Honore de Balzac. The young man knows the rules, but the old man knows the exceptions. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.  Let no one be slow to seek wisdom when he is young nor weary in the search of it when he has grown old. For no age is too early or too late for the health of the soul. Epicurus. The way for a young man to rise is to improve himself in every way he can, never suspecting that anybody wishes to hinder him. Abraham Lincoln. Young men, listen to an old man to whom old men listened when he was young, Augustus. I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul. Victor Hugo.  Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Young men, trust God, and make the future bright with blessing. Old men, trust God, and magnify him for all the mercies of the past. Charles Spurgeon. Is the babe young? When I behold it, it seems more venerable than the oldest man. Henry David Thoreau.  Every young man would do well to remember that all successful business stands on the foundation of morality. Henry Ward Beecher. The cry of a young raven is nothing but the natural cry of a creature, but your cry, if it be sincere, is the result of a work of grace in your heart, Charles Spurgeon. 

The upload to my other group of photo friends for today was shot from of a decorative architecture with a dome shape at the top and background.

I’m old enough to remember the first malls. We use to do our shopping downtown. We would take the bus downtown and visit some of the “famous” stores. Lazarus, Morehouse Fashion, Woolworths, Mills Restaurant and more. We would ride the escalators and elevators as they were operated by a person at the door. The malls brought an exciting new experience. Now looking back the old way was just at exciting if not more so that the “mall way”. This article mentioned “history would prove that the draw of a new mall also fades over time”. The story mentions that the first Columbus malls are “either gone or in decline”. The first “major” mall in Columbus was Northland in 1964. Two of the major stores were Lazarus and Sears, the first in Central Ohio. It opened with 43 stores and space for parking 4,500 cars. There were banks, salons, shoe stores and a Cinema. The Cinema was the first “new local movie theater to open in decades”. Eastland Mall opened in 1968. Eastland was the first enclosed mall in the area. In 1962 Lazarus opened a store on the west side of town on space that would become the “anchor store” to Westland Mall in 1969. Improvements continued and in 1975 Northland became enclosed and Westland in 1982. City Center Mall opened in 1989. Then the Mall at Tuttle Crossing in 1997. Easton Town Center began it’s growth in 1999. The article went on to say that the “biggest battle in the war for Central Ohio shoppers came with.....the Polaris Fashion Place”. Some of the other malls fought battles over this development. This was the beginning of the end of several of the major malls. In the earlier closures of the mall, JC Penney, Lazarus and Sears closed their stores at the malls. The Westland mall managed to stay open until 2012. The last store open there was the Sears store until 2017. The article said that the current owner of the Westland site “planed to redevelop the site into a new outdoor shopping center”. COVID put those plans on hold. Eastland is still a much smaller shopping area with major department stores no longer there. There have been complaints about the deterioration for health and safety violations. Of the malls opening in the 80s, 90s and 2000s, Easton Town Center is continuing to thrive. City Center was demolished in 2009, Polaris has filed for bankruptcy and the Mall at Tuttle Crossing is on the verge of foreclosure. Easton’s present success seems to be “a mixed-use development with both office and residential properties and therefore does not rely solely on retail”. 

Pizza again!

Joy

needs gathered and contained

June 1, 2022 a thought for today, Wisdom outweighs strength. African Proverb

I got the bulletin done early this morning and sent it out. There was only one place for a small correction. 

The photo of the day yesterday, the last one for this month, was “this is also me”. It is from the archives as so many of my photos are for this period in my life....no way to get out and shoot. 

I worked a lot with archived photos today. I needed several for some projects. I also sent some to Jessie for one of her projects. 

This seems to be one of those days that I can’t get focused. I have several things that need attended to but can’t get any of them done because I need a car to do them. I have to spend time making arrangements for finding a ride to each of them and then spend more time getting to each one. All of these takes my own time plus time I am borrowing from someone else. The number of people I am disrupting keeps growing. These kinds of things are piling up now. 

The photo for yesterday for my friends in the Canadian photo club is of a peony on my back fence. This is one of the many signs of Spring, one that give us a sign of rebirth and renewal.

One of the arrangements I need to make is with an eye doctor. I called this morning to get an appoint on a Saturday morning so Bob would be available to take me. They only make Saturday appointments every other week and only in the morning. So they are filled up until the middle of July. Oh, and my eye doctor of about fifteen years or more has retired. So I have to look for a new doctor and arrange time (now between three people, me, the ride and the doctor). 

This month of photos of the day is called “a month of gratitude”. Each day is supposed to show something that we are grateful for. There are so many things to be grateful for, it will be hard to choose. I could upload almost anything that is possible to shoot with a camera lens that would fill that description. Today’s choice is of my great grand nieces (twins) walking my best friend, Sweet Pea, in the nearby local park. I’m grateful for them, the twins, for Sweet Pea in my life, and for natures gifts in the park. 

The word for today is worth. When you confer a benefit on those worthy of it, you confer a favor on all, Publilius Syrus. Adventure is worthwhile, Aristotle. Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it, Ovid.  A man's friendships are one of the best measures of his worth. Charles Darwin. One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others. Lewis Carroll. One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning. James Russell Lowell.  Nothing is worth more than this day. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.  I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible. Michelangelo.  A vigorous temper is not altogether an evil. Men who are easy as an old shoe are generally of little worth. Charles Spurgeon. Outside show is a poor substitute for inner worth. Aesop.  Good nature is worth more than knowledge, more than money, more than honor, to the persons who possess it. Henry Ward Beecher.  Your net worth to the world is usually determined by what remains after your bad habits are subtracted from your good ones. Benjamin Franklin. A person's worth is measured by the worth of what he values, Marcus Aurelius. Look beneath the surface; let not the several quality of a thing nor its worth escape thee, Marcus Aurelius.  

The upload for my other group for today is the bird feeder in the shade and shadow of the trees. 

I am amazed at how many places there are in Columbus that I had never heard of and this is a story about one of them. This story is about a statue at the Statehouse that I had no idea was there. I may have to make a trip downtown to see it one day. It is called the “Jewels”. Apparently it is included in a group of sculptures called “These Are My Jewels”. I will have to remember when I am downtown that it is at the northwest corner of the Statehouse. In the group there is a female figure with seven men in this particular statuary group. It is designed on the order of the Soldiers and Sailors Monument in Cleveland’s Public Square. Ohio wanted to honor Ulysses Grant, William Sherman, James Garfield, and Philip Sheridan and others. All were Ohio natives. The idea for the title of the statues was gathered from an ancient roman tale about a group of women who were discussing their jewelry. One of them, named Cornelia, had two warrior sons, she said “there are my jewels”. That’s where the female figure on our statutes arises from. The local Landmarks Foundation keeps endangered buildings, histories, architecture and properties in our area on their list. And this is one of them. 

Potato soup and grilled cheese for dinner tonight. 

Joy

wow.....past time for fresh paint 

 May 30, 2022 a thought for today, Candour will lose you some friends, but not as many as deceit. Albanian Proverb

My photo of the day for yesterday was “a car”. As you know I don’t have a car right now so I used Bob’s, showing his backup camera and all. 

It’s a holiday......a nice relaxing holiday. Well, I have a list of things that need done today. Already done are two loads of bed cloths and remaking the bed. As well as paying some bills. I managed a short start on the bulletin. I also cleared some photos from my archives. Next on the agenda is to clear out the frig and run the dish washer. Then transplanting one of my large hanging basket planters. I think that will be the end of the chores for today except for peeling potatoes and starting dinner then the following clean up. 

The photo yesterday for the Canadian group is this drawing and batch of crayons. My title was “Some Kids Were Here”.

There were some more things to take care of with the insurance company. I have a copy of some information that may be helpful in the continuing information gathering. I sent part of it on Friday but this being a long holiday weekend it will be a few more days before we can take that next step. This is lasting much longer than I expected. 

Today’s photo of the day is “sky”. This one is of the bright blue sky with several fluffy white clouds. 

The word for today is worry.  If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear? Confucius. Concern should drive us into action and not into a depression. No man is free who cannot control himself, Pythagoras.  He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety, Ralph Waldo Emerson  Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow, Swedish Proverb. Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight, Benjamin Franklin.  Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all, Ovid.  Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil, Aristotle.  What worries you, masters you, John Locke. Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up, Ralph Waldo Emerson.  Do not worry about not holding high position; worry rather about playing your proper role. Worry not that no one knows of you; seek to be worth knowing, Confucius.  It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade, Henry Ward Beecher.  Little minds have little worries, big minds have no time for worries, Ralph Waldo Emerson.  Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream, Laozi. Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith, Henry Ward Beecher. Heavy thoughts bring on physical maladies; when the soul is oppressed so is the body, Martin Luther.

This other upload for today is “working feet”. This if from the archives and was from one of the Ohio State Fairs when I came across the Clydesdales. There gorgeous “beasts”. 

This story is a bit of history about our community that I had no idea about. It’s about a little known set of graves of twelve soldiers dating back to the American Revolution. The article starts: “Behind a row of shops on Route 256 in Reynoldsburg, past the coincidentally patriotic dumpsters of BIBIBOP Asian Grill — one is blue, two are red, all three have white lettering -- are the graves of 12 soldiers....”. There about three hundred graves in this tiny cemetery. There are shops a golf course and an apartment complex nearly bumping up against this eternal resting place. Hundreds of drivers pass by on Route 256. The only mark of it’s existence is a sign “high on a light pole at the entrance to a retail plaza ...."Historical 1819 Seceder Cemetery Behind Shops." It seems every Memorial Day there are those, family, history lovers, who visit and pay respect. There is a short service and a gun salute. The “Seceders” were a group os Scotch-Irish Presbyterians who came to America in 1765. They came to Ohio and settled in the Five Points area where East Livingston Avenue meets Route 256 and Graham Road. A man named John Logan deeded the elders of Secession Church one acre for the graveyard. The five of the twelve veterans fought in the Revolutionary Way, two in the War of 1812, one in the Mexican War and four in the Civil War. There were tours of the cemetery by a naturalist at Blacklick Woods Metro Park until 2015. Early on the tours were on Halloween. A Civil War preservation group spruced  up the veterans’ graves. Then the tours changed to Veterans and Memorial Days. During the tours there were stories of the soldiers and some of their lives. It was mentioned that the “cemetery’s obscurity is part blessing and part curse. Its out-of-the-way location has spared it from the vandalism that plagues better-known cemeteries. But with so few people aware of it, the cemetery also is a little rough around the edges and is showing its age”.

I think we will have potato soup and fried bologna for dinner.

Joy

once was shinny and new

this is the last day of the month so I have two calendars of the uploads I did for the month of May, 2022

 May 28, 2022 thought for today, Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge. Albanian Proverb

Just an update.....we are making a little more headway on my car situation. Another person on the executive side of the insurance action has come into the picture. We will see where that takes us. This is an interesting event. In all my years I have never had such a long, involved activity of this kind. I’ve never had an auto accident that required so much attention. Educational....

The photo of the day for My 27 was titled “lucky”. I didn’t have any rabbits feet or Lucy Strikes or Lucky Charms but I have lots of pennies. 

The curb side grocery pick up was on the agenda today as well as a stop at the vets office to pick up Sweet Peas phenobarbital. There is a vet tech there whom I worked with when he was a teen oh so many years ago. We both worked at a florist then, our paths have moved on.  He still needed to count out Sweet Pea’s tablets this morning. I mentioned that I use to do that when I was a doctor’s office nurse. He told me there is a new application attached to that. Then he demonstrated it for me. We use to place a hand full of meds on a counting plate and individually count them to fill the script. With this app, the hand full of pills is photographed with the smart phone...a true and full count is immediately shown on the screen. The old method of counting then takes place. For accuracy a new “photo” can be taken to show that the count is correct. Amazing. 

The photo I sent yesterday to the Canadian group is “rough and soft”, the delicate flowers against the
rough texture of wood.

Sue needed some meds picked up and since we only have Bob’s car available right now he was picked to go get them. Since he has never picked them up before I went with him...and we took Sweet Pea along for a ride. 

Back at the ranch (home) it was time to put groceries away. Once that was out of the way I was back on the computer. I took some photos for the images I need for today while we were out but I wanted to spend some time checking the archives for something more suitable for what I wanted to display. I have two full external hard drives for old and very old images that I have taken and kept over the years. It’s fun to go back to those. It’s similar to looking through an old hard copy photo album. It’s crammed full of memories. It’s heart felt watching my three kids growing to adulthood and then their children and their children’s children now adventuring into life.

The photo a day for today is “horizon”. I have many images showing verities of horizon lines in different seasons and locations. This one grabbed my attention. 

The word for today is words.  Without continual growth and progress, such words as improvement, achievement, and success have no meaning. Benjamin Franklin. Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love. Lao Tzu.  Where words fail, music speaks. Hans Christian Andersen. The written word has this advantage, that it lasts and can await the time when it is allowed to take effect, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.  Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid, Homer. Words are in this respect like water, that they often take their taste, flavour, and character, from the mouth out of which they proceed, as the water from the channel through which it flows, Charles Caleb Colton.  Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. Edgar Allan Poe.  False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil. Socrates  A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie. Aeschylus. 

The other upload for today is an image of a tree beginning from a seed that was dropped somewhere along the way without a laid out plan for growth. 

I like when old things are being renewed and reflect history. I liked the title to this article, “HIDDEN FEATURE, HISTORIC CHARM, Apartments have century-old details with modern design”. The renovation is happening in a downtown apartment building. The project is called Discovery Park Place apartments. There are twenty nine apartment in a new building that is behind two older homes that have been renovated. The two older homes were built in 1900. There were connected by a cinder block addition. The addition was demolished and replaced by a five story building. The restoration includes covered parking, a fitness center, an interior courtyard. This part is overlooked by three level of apartments and exterior hallways. They say it is a European/New Orleans feel. Ten of the apartment on the top level are two-story. The two older buildings have high ceilings and porches with the four apartments. In order to meet the “historic requirements.... trim and stair railing had to match the century old features”.

I think I will make sloppy joes and cheesy potatoes (first had these at Tami’s house) for dinner. 

Joy

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