Our Daily Thread 6-21-14

Good Morning!

Happy Saturday!!!

And today is the first day of Summer. 🙂

Today’s header photo is from Cheryl.

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On this day in 1788 the U.S. Constitution went into effect when New Hampshire became the ninth state to ratify it. 

In 1893 the Ferris Wheel was introduced at the World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago, IL. 

In 1939 Lou Gehrig quit baseball due to illness. 

And in 1985 scientists announced that skeletal remains exhumed in Brazil were those of Nazi war criminal Josef Mengele.

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Quote of the Day

“If you live for any joy on earth, you may be forsaken, but, oh, live for Jesus, and He will never forsake you!”

Matthew Simpson

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Today is Johann Christoph Friedrich Bach’s birthday. From drnypianostudio’s channel

 Today is also Justin Cary’s birthday.

And it’s Joseph Rojas’ too. This one’s loud. From SeventhDaySlumbeVEVO

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Anyone have a QoD?

106 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 6-21-14

  1. Morning all. Welcome to Saturday. Aj is early so I suspect that he has gone fishing in the lake. Up and at em, Chas.
    Having fun getting to know the quints. They are much more comfortable with me now. I came home pretty sticky today after helping several eat frozen treats.

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  2. Hey, I just checked out the Jones blog and found that I am in a comment and a picture! okay, you can only see me from the side, but wow, I am official
    gavincarrie.blogspot.com

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  3. That wasn’t a link you posted, Jo?
    I can’t open it.
    Looks like it’s just you and me, together alone.
    But Aj is lurking around somewhere. That’s a given.

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  4. Bosley’s having behaviors this morning. Don’t exactly know how to classify them further. Maybe a bit more time will help me to know how I should label them. 🙂 ❤

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  5. Saw your picture, Jo, holding a quint. I have not had time to read the blog.
    Question: In one picture the quints are seated at the table except one is in the highchair. Any reason for that difference or is it because they did not have enough booster seats?

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  6. Yep. Jo with a toddler on her hip. 🙂 Cute pic.

    I can’t believe I’m up before 7 a.m. on a Saturday. I need to get Tess in for a blood check by 8:30, though, so I need to hit the road in about an hour. The animals are fed, my shower is taken and I even made myself a rare cup of coffee.

    Nice peacock. 🙂 🙂 🙂

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  7. Annie scratched my head this morning, one of her more annoying behaviors to wake me up to open the doggie door (this happens usually around 5 a.m.).

    I think yesterday was the longest day of the year, right? I sat out on the patio for a while after work and it took quite a while before it started to get too dark. Lots of birds chirping in my huge, overgrown trees, there probably are a few nests in there. I found a poor dead baby bird on the ground yesterday, just hoping Annie wasn’t somehow the culprit. 😦

    We’re warming up out here, too, it’s getting up to around 80 these days. But low humidity, we thankfully don’t get that sultry kind of hot weather you all get nearly everywhere else in the country.

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  8. Good morning! It will be a nice quiet day here for me. Yapa has gone with her grandfather to help set up camp for this next week. Our church rents a campground and runs one week of camp for our juniors and teens. It is one of the highlights of they year.

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  9. Fabulous photo of a fabulous bird.

    The song by Six Pence brought tears to my eyes. My oldest daughter had that song sung as the recessional for her wedding. Her sister, our middle daughter played guitar and sang it. It was a fun song to end a very solemn occasion. My daughter also played Canon in D on violin and other songs at the wedding. Lots of good memories.

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  10. Thanks for the link, Jo. How fun to see!

    I had to laugh at the last comment on the laundry chute. We have one. We have an opening in our hallway. Our grandchildren find it fascinating. Each one goes through a phase of throwing things down it. Sometimes they have had ‘fishing’ games, using rope and pails. I am not sure there has never been a time we have not found something foreign in the laundry basket underneath it.

    I once attended a house where there was an unused laundry shoot. The children visiting threw something down it. Unfortunately, there was a hot wood stove underneath! Something was melted. 😦 The owner was quite gracious about it. Her children were too young to do that yet, so it was not something she had thought a lot about yet.

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  11. I have been in and out all morning trying to trim the shrubbery in front of our kitchen window. Now I have a row at the very top that I can’t reach by standing on the stool. I will have to get ingenious with this project. Perhaps i can pull the top down with a rope and hold it in place by stepping on the rope while I lop off the top. Any other ideas?

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  12. I’ve spent the morning reading about the quints as well. Amazing. Are you one of the QRT members, Jo? 🙂

    Some of you will remember the incident when Random Name challenged us to read a book on genocide. I wrote about what happened to me afterwards here: http://wp.me/p3HcoH-1FC

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  13. Good morning everyone. I have held Grandpa off as long as I can. We are going Tiny Baby Girl Shopping today. He has dutifully explained to me that we will also have to take a gift to the Cutest Baby Boy. Doesn’t he know I am Southern and have done this gift thing before? Which led to to a fun memory.
    I have told you all about Marlowe the Wonder Dog before. He was our Golden Retriever for 7 years before BG showed up and rocked his world. A lot of people thought it was fun to bring him a gift when they brought something to BG. He received doggy treats, toys, and an assortment of doggy items. She received the traditional baby items.
    In preparation for our trip I have taken down some boxes of BG’s baby things. She and I went through them the other night. I have most of her smocked dresses. I have some special clothes I just couldn’t part with. A few toys. It was a nice trip down memory lane. I have also discovered that I am missing a box of her things. I have a sweater, but not the outfit it matches. Hard to believe she was so tiny.

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  14. Janice, I don’t recommend the approach. I can’t imagine holding the top of shrubbery down with a rope. I use a ladder to get to the top, and ask Elvera to hold it because it’s on unlevel ground. Your approach would, if successful, result in uneven top and, if using electric equipment, could be dangerous.

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  15. I forgot say, “Thank you, AJ, for the peacock!” There, I said it. We have six peacock feathers in a vase above the computer that someone gave us. They had peacocks and emus on their small farm.

    I’ve spent the morning trimming bushes and trees, and then mowing. Oh, it’s miserable when the temp is in the mid 80s and the humidity is around 65%! Around here is something I never had to dael with growing up in Arizona. It’s called a heat index or “feels like” temperature, similar to the wind chill in winter. Humidity and temperature combine. Right now it’s supposedly a 93° heat index. If it were 93° in Arizona I could take it because sweat just evaporates in the <10% humidity. Here it just soaks the t-shirt and is generally miserable. I couldn't imagine 65% humidity in Tucson, except right before an afternoon chubasco (thunderstorm) in July and August.

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  16. Well I am posting this again because I want to make sure Linda sees it. I do want to RSVP to Linda for the picnic on the 5th. I will need address maybe phone #. Two in our party. Barely teen daughter and myself. I can be reached at srwilburdg@live.com. Or on here probably. Since we are local, we want to help with bringing some food.

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  17. Peter, I have to take lots of breaks doing the outdoor work because of the humidity.

    Chas, I don’t have electic trimmers. I just have long handled loppers and short handled pruners. We don’t own a leaf blower, electric edger or even an electric dishwasher. Glad to say we do own an electric dryer, a washing machine and non-working electric stove. I think the refrigerator may soon be finished with its serviceable life, too. Life gets interesting when appliances start breaking down. At least with outdoors work I have never known the ease of electric/battery powered helps.

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  18. I didn’t mean that some of it is not easier. Obviously, a self propelled mower is easier than a push mower. But trimmers, etc. are tiring because they are heavier than clippers. But they are fast.

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  19. Yapa – I e-mailed you last night; let me know if you didn’t get it.

    Anyone else thinking about making it to our little get-together?

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  20. Yapamom I copied your post and sent it to Linda.
    We are back from Tiny Baby Girl Shopping. Luckily one of the stores had a lot of winter items marked down. We got a red Christmas onesie with long sleeves and feet, another pink sleep footed onesie with snowmen on it, a precious little purple sweater dress with matching hat and tights with ruffles on the behind, a little pink winter coat with matching beret, some socks for her tiny little feet.
    Cutest Baby Boy is getting a wooden train that is stackable.
    Mommy is getting a Book of Prayers for My Baby Girl

    We went by Allegri’s Market and I am now cooking purple hull peas, speckled butter beans, rutabaga, corn on the cob, and tomato pie.–someone, not me wants to know what meat we will have with it–all that and you want meat?

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  21. Donna, were you able to see the picture of the border collie pups that I tagged you in on FB? If so, I will have to tag Nancyjill so she can see them too. So cute!

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  22. It has been years since I’ve had speckled butter beans.
    Lima beans ain’t butter beans.
    Put them on now Kim, and they’ll be ready about the time I get there.
    😉

    Cooked on lots of ham. That’s the meat you have with them.

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  23. Kim, if the tomato pie has cheese in it that can serve for meat. Or you could add some bacon bits or shredded Canadian bacon to the pie.

    I forgot about that type of butter bean.
    Yum! I am trying to figure out what will be for dinner here besides watermelon.

    A thunderstorm popped up and really cooled things down. Afterwards I went outside with a taller stool and managed to get all but the three or four highest branches cut on the shrubbery. I will need husband’s help spotting me on those. I could reach them except for the big grouping of Tiger Lilies in front of the shrubs which prevent getting closer with the stool.

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  24. Tomato Pie Recipe
    Ingredients:
    1 round pie crust, cooked 1 cup shredded mozzarella
    2 or 3 tomatoes (peeled & sliced) 1 cup shredded cheddar
    1/2 cup green onions (sliced) 1/2 cup fresh basil (chopped)
    1 cup mayonnaise salt & pepper

    Layer tomatoes, green onion, basil, salt & pepper to your own taste inside
    pie crust. Mix mayo and cheeses. Spread on top of ingredients in pie
    crust. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.

    http://dricksramblingcafe.blogspot.com/2010/09/speckled-butter-beans.html

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  25. I trimmed a crepe myrtle that was in front of a window once. Boy, did it grow the next year.
    Thanks for all your quint comments. Janice, I have an idea why it is Will in the high chair, but probably just one high chair. I have read their blog for two years now and been praying. In the picture I am holding Seth, who asked me to pick him up. Seth is the one that was in the hospital much longer and they weren’t sure if he would make it. Such a treasure.

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  26. Those are really nice names they gave the quints.

    Kim, when I had tomato pie at Mary Mac’s Tea Room in Atlanta I believe there was more bread like filling mixed in.Maybe like some croutons or something. Not sure, but will see if I can find that recipe to compare.

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  27. Kim – I always loved those tights with the ruffles on the behind. 🙂

    And since there’s gotta be some wise guy thinking it, let me clarify. . .For my baby daughters, not for me!

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  28. linda, no I haven’t but will check it out. 🙂

    I want a border collie puppy.

    More on the PCUSA (the “silly” church):

    http://spectator.org/articles/59722/presbyterians-become-silly-church

    “At one point during this this week’s General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church (USA), the hundreds of delegates, known as commissioners, gleefully bounced scores of red balloons in the air. At another point, they collectively broke into dance, confirming that most Protestants, especially if they’re old, white and Anglo, don’t look so great wiggling around. …

    “Of course, some media reports will hail the PCUSA’s ostensibly courageous shift leftward as heralding the irresistible tides of history and representing Christianity’s future. But after about a half century of continuous decline, neither the PCUSA nor any Mainline denomination can be seriously seen as any barometer of mainstream religious trends, not in the U.S., and even less so around the world. Reportedly many overseas Presbyterian churches, many of them now larger than the PCUSA, are prepared to break ties with the PCUSA over its abandonment of Christian sexual teaching. Some of them already have.”

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  29. How much “violent” play in a preschool-age boy is normal, & how much is too much? I know that boys like to roughhouse, & pretend to shoot “guns”, & generally are more aggressive than girls in their play, so I’m not too concerned about Forrest, but his mom is, a bit.

    One of Forrest’s favorite things to do is to pretend to go & kill a bear, like in one of his favorite cartoon movies. He’s missed that the point of the movie was that the young Inuit should not have killed that bear in revenge, that the bear had been trying to protect her hidden cub. His animal-loving Mommy & Auntie don’t like that he is pretending to kill a bear. (I’m an animal lover, too, but I’m not too worried about this.)

    One of his Mommy’s concerns is the fierceness (& seeming anger) with which he dispatches the bear, with a “spear” made of Duplos (the larger-sized Legos for little kids). She’s concerned that he may be acting out some anger, but I pointed out that the young man in the movie kills the bear in anger (he blames the bear for his brother’s death).

    Pretty much anything these days with Forrest can turn into play fighting. Even coasters on a table – one of them sends the other one flying off the table. A stick in the yard is obviously a dagger, sword, or spear. I’ll admit it gets old.

    I raised two daughters. We played with dolls & tea party stuff. We built stuff with Duplos, too, or Tinker Toys. But we didn’t play-fight.

    So, does Forrest sound like just a normal little boy getting out his aggressions in play, or does any of this sound like cause for concern?

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  30. OK, granted I was a little tomboy, but I had a holster and guns when I was probably in preschool. And it went on from there. I remember all of us neighborhood girls (tomboys, too!) played shoot ’em up. 🙂 From cowboys to wagon trains to Civil War to Army, it was all pretty “normal” for us, I guess.

    Once we became teen-agers, it all went away in exchange for experimenting with makeup, the search for the perfect hair straightener and buying rock n’ roll records.

    But I think for boys play-fighting pretty normal. But that’s me.

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  31. Karen o, it would really be hard to make a judgement on that. If she replaces that video with another does he move on to new things in his play or is he stuck on killing the bear?

    Around that age my son killed a caterpillar and seemed happy about it. I then explained how it would never get a chance to become a butterfly. Then he cried. He did not kill bugs after that. except for misquitos ( when he had a pet lizard and we would catch spiders to feed it). So Forrest may be old enough to connect what happens in the present to future events. Then he can understand that by killing the mama bear he is taking away the baby cub’s source of milk. To me, it is much easier to teach the value of life when God as Creator can be discussed. I know you don’t have that option. But teaching empathy for animals is good.

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  32. Emily could find a book about bears in the nonfiction section of the children’s section of the library. Without the video storyline Forrest might gain a new perspective on bears.

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  33. He does love animals. We are certainly working on teaching him empathy. Sometimes it doesn’t seem to be getting through to him, but other times he can be very sweet, apologizing sincerely when he has accidentally hurt someone.

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  34. More harm can be done about the commotion around killing a bear than the playing. I shot lots of Indians and bad guys. Later on, it was the Germans. Bobby Murray and I saved Charleston dozens of times.
    I would leave it alone unless he becomes sadistic, like pulling wings off of flies, etc. i.e. Torturing with the purpose of hurting. That could be a bad sign.

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  35. My husband used to say boys needed fathers to protect them from their mothers–who wouldn’t let them do things the moms deemed too violent. Part of the role of a father is to demonstrate to the boy how to be a man–even if that means climbing on the roof. (With the coward mom hiding her eyes).

    My boys weren’t allowed to have guns other than water pistols and BB guns when they were older (and over my objection about shooting out their eyes). My husband laughed at me, the boys fashioned sticks into guns, threw water balloons and ran semi-organized mayhem. One day when I sent my son out to play with his siblings, I looked outside and saw him ordering them to be deer.

    He then shot them with his nerf bow and arrow.

    I don’t think he’s acting any different from a normal little boy. Pestering live animals and killing birds and things, would be worrisome. Pretending to shoot a bear–he’s trying to protect you.

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  36. We had major pine cone battles in our neighborhood. I don’t even know who started them, but I am thinking it was the older boys. All the boys and girls got involved. I think the pine cones represented hand grenades. None of the neighborhood kids, as far as I know, ever joined the military.

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  37. I am reading a really good book for review right now. It is helping me to better understand missions work from the receiver’s viewpoint. The name of the book is Hope Runs: An American Tourist, a Kenyan Boy, a Journey of Redemption by Claire Diaz-Ortiz & Samuel Ikua Gachagua. If anyone is looking for a good read, you might want to get this one.

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  38. Did Chinaberries leave grape colored smudges on clothes? Seems like I remeber those or maybe I have that mixed up with the berries on the polk weed plant. I’m thinking they could hurt if you got a switching for getting your clothes messed up. 🙂 😦 😦

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  39. Forrest sounds normal to me, too. I have never had sons, but I had brothers and grandsons. My daughters had/have to adjust to dealing with boys. That was not what they were used to being around. They marvel any boys make it to adulthood!

    God knew what men would need to do what they must as adults.

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  40. Yeah, I’ve figured he’s just being a boy. I’ll let Emily know she can relax a bit on this matter.

    In general, Emily is not over-protective. She believes children should run around, explore, get dirty, & even get hurt a bit. She’s even preparing to buy him a young-child-size skateboard, as he’s been pretending to skateboard, & we have a skate park here in town. (But yes, she bought all the protective gear first, with his other grandmother offering to pay for it.)

    They camped out in the backyard last night, & this morning she lit the grill to cook their breakfast out there. Forrest was running around the backyard with glee. I said it must have been like a dream come true to wake up, roll out of “bed”, & be able to play outside right away.

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  41. I had to abort the late-Sunday dog park trip when we found NO one else was there (nothing more boring, for me or Cowboy, than an empty dog park).

    So we came back (adroitly avoiding the LAPD drivers’ license check point) to watch “The Last Ship” filmed in good part on the USS Iowa that is now here in our port. It’s a TNT miniseries that just started tonight.

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  42. I went to work and missed all the excitement. Learning the names of my new class. Even saw one them walking along with mom so offered a greeting. It is always good to build rapport before the first day. Dinner time here.

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