Thursday, April 27, 2017

The State of Humanity - A Quote Worthy of Pondering






Covered Bridge in Town

This is before the city's PROGRESS plans.  It used to be a momentary pleasure to drive across the bridge, especially when as a young innocent child.  Then in time that was stopped; they have these gaudy, painted yellow steel blockades at each end with  big STOP! signs, as if those metal barricades isn't enough to deter one to brake quickly.


What that wooden frame was for I don't know.  It's not there now.  Neither is that view of rushing ripples you see.

Progress - I miss the yesterdays.  I despair with the rush of progress. 


Good Morning, Ready for That Soda?




Tuesday, April 25, 2017

A broken heart mends if the proper attention is delivered by the self to the self." Veronica

Quote of the Day - Truth Be Told

 "Nothing is more exhilarating than to be shot at without result."
Winston Churchill

The Power of the Dog


The Power of the Dog

by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?

Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–

Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.

Then you will find–its your own affair
But–you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)

When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You still discover how much you care
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.

Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ‘em the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long–

So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
                                                     RK

Monday, April 24, 2017

It's Not All About Potatoes

Prowling this morning I found one of 'My Documents' that surprised me.  Now when did I copy that from somewhere on the big web, I wondered.  And why?  Everyone that knows me knows I'm a pack rat.  Is a packrat a hoarder, do you think?  I save everything.  So my good luck found this list for potato uses.  I hope it will be of some use to you also.

I just suggested to 'A' last week to stick those long rosebush stems into a potato and bury them.  She forgot.  I'll do it  ...for I want one of them. Yellow roses.  I love them.

Well back to the: Potato - Uses other than eating

Reduce puffy under-eyes. Lay a slice of raw potato over each eye and lie back for a few minutes.

Remove stains on clothing, carpets, upholstery. Grate a couple of raw potatoes into a cup or two of water and allow to soak. Squeeze out the potato shreds and daub the water on the stain. Alternatively, try rubbing the stain with the cut edge of a raw potato.

Remove stains on hands that come from working with berries, beets and other plant materials. Just rub hands with the cut surfaces of a raw potato.

Hold decorative arrangements (flowers, branches) in place. Poke holes in a large potato set at the bottom of a bowl and arrange your flowers, herbs or branches in the holes to keep them in place. Add water if needed.

Remove tarnish from silverware and other items by soaking them in potato water (left after boiling potatoes). Of course, if you don’t have any tarnish to remove, add the potato water to a soup stock. (Or soak your feet in it. Many swear by this folk remedy for tired, aching feet.)

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We are a clan of potato eaters.  I grew up eating potatoes, as you may well have also.  Mashed potatoes slathered with real butter and cream?  Nothing like it.  So many other ways of eating potatoes.  Possibly more popular than rice in this day and time.

Way back, long ago, growing up, potatoes were called spuds around this area.  Maybe they still are.  I'm isolated from my area.

To our family came a baby boy, M.  He was a spitting image of his grandpa B.  By one year old he was eating well.  4 teeth.  Mashed potatoes he would grin for.  Soon we began calling him "Spud".  Good nickname.  It fit him well.  It would be so nice to have him back.  About every time I peel a potato,  memory brings back our Spud, our slender young child of the black eyes that glittered seeing a potato.

Friday, April 14, 2017

A Strong Solid Directive

"Decide to be your soul....   

​​​​​Leave the scattered dramatics behind. 

 Become powerful within. 

 The exterior will follow in that direction."
 someone' quote

Sunday, April 9, 2017

I like to play

 with words.  It is fun. Often I find my self repeating a well used word of our English tongue  i.e. 'said' and the more I sound it, the more 'foreign' it becomes.  Try it.  It's been said English is the hardest language to learn.  Now I don't know about that but at any rate, I'm sure glad it's the one I know.  Many other languages among 'our own' is a great handicap for all.

Thinking on an idea for a solution to a problem that could (and would) create ease and harmony among us.  Seeing as how practically every big and little town in America now have  residents from other countries, which is a great barrier of lacking understanding for the majority and should be overcome.  First we would need interpreters, (thousands) (impossible) who have a strong grasp of a slew of tongues (remember Babel).  An informal setting for everyone to gather and learn the languages of our visitors from other countries as they in turn would learn English in the informal setting. "Tea, anyone?" or

 "Please check your weapons at the door"!  LOL :O)   What a mess the world has become, all of us speaking a different language, nobody understanding the other or getting along.  It's a sad lament.  Well, it was just an IDEA; probably wouldn't work as easily as I imagined.
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Now here is a nice sounding word. 

elegiac (ĕlˌə-jīˈək, ĭ-lēˈjē-ăkˌ)

  • adj.
    Of, relating to, or involving elegy or mourning or expressing sorrow for that which is irrecoverably past: an elegiac lament for youthful ideals. 
    The example - that's me. I am elegiac!  I must have wandered behind through youth,  i.e. stopping on the path to smell the roses; maybe even wandered/squandered all the later years too - smelling the roses still.  Too late to look back, eh, although I have those elegiac moments. 

    Wishing Y'all to have a comfortable night's rest now.  I'm off to that dream state that's become overwhelming for me lately. The Valerian may work it's charm on me tonight.