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Our Daily Thread 2-3-15

Good Morning!

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On this day in 1690 the first paper money in America was issued by the Massachusetts colony.

In 1815 the world’s first commercial cheese factory was established in Switzerland. 

In 1900, in Frankfort, KY, gubernatorial candidate William Goebels died from an assassin’s bullet wounds. On August 18, 1900, Ex-Sec. of State Caleb Powers was found guilt of conspiracy to murder Gov. Goebels. 

In 1959 Buddy Holly (22), Ritchie Valens (17), the Big Bopper (28) and pilot Roger Peterson died in a plane crash in Iowa. 

And in 1969 Yasser Arafat was appointed leader of the PLO at the Palestinian National Congress in Cairo. 

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Quote of the Day

“Right from the beginning, I always strived to capture everything I saw as completely as possible.”

Norman Rockwell

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Anyone have a QoD?

45 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 2-3-15”

  1. I heard about the crash, but didn’t notice much. I didn’t know who Buddy Holly was.
    In 1959 I was so busy that I didn’t pay attention to anything but my school, job and family.
    I never watched TV. I listened to the radio while in the car and occasionally at home.
    That’s all.

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  4. Good morning! I have been trying to get some article writing done along with preparing healthy meals instead of getting meals out as much so I am not here as much. Today I told my friend I would help ready her home for the arrival of two new kittens. I hope it will work out for them to get the kittens. They have been sad since their other cats died.

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  5. My next article to write challenges me to write a humorous article. Now, I just got to see a tribute to Jay Leno on Sunday while we enjoyed our meal after church. He was funny. Sometimes I can write to momentarily tickle a funny bone, but to write a lengthier piece that is humorous throughout? Has anyone here written along those lines? I found a book at the library yesterday, The Mirth of a Nation, which is a collection of witty writing. I hope I will get a clue there.

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  7. Janice, humor is not my thing, but I do have some ideas of how it can be done. In college one paper we were assigned was writing a how-to paper. Our papers were often read aloud, and one of the class favorites was one of those how-to papers: how to bathe a baby dragon. (Part of the instructions included avoiding getting singed, because baby dragons don’t breathe fire yet but they can smoke a bit if they get excited, or something like that. And I think you were supposed to rub its scales with baby oil, but again without getting singed.) Another was how to turn your car into a “beater” (that dinged-up old thing no one will cross the road in front of, for fear you’ll hit them too).

    You can take a serious subject and do it very tongue-in-cheek (how to earn a million dollars being full of bad advice, advice to the pope on how to have a good marriage when you’re the head of state)–write it seriously but the advice is funny just because it is so obviously bad advice), or how to make everyone around you as miserable as you are when you have the flu. . . . Or just take an innately funny subject (how to play with a kitten, funny things children say) and let funny incidents and advice tell the story. Or tell about something that happened that was very funny, or very funny in retrospect but not at the time. (I can think of two or three such incidents from my life . . . like the time my husband and I went on a getaway and didn’t eat lunch till something like 3:00, by which time I was fairly grumpy–we kept finding restaurants that were either super expensive or had gone out of business–and finally we ate in the buffet of a grocery store . . . and I found a worm in my rice, but I didn’t tell my husband because I knew he’d insist to the employees that we needed to get our money back, but I needed to just eat and try to forget about the worm. I didn’t tell him about the worm until two or three days later.) You can turn something upside down from what is expected (how not to be a nagging husband; how to eat more of the five food groups with advice that centers on pickles, ice cream, hot dogs, and other “barely food” food items in each category). Give advice on how to be a good cat owner from the point of view of your cat.

    Anyway, I think that’s the long answer to a fairly succinct piece of advice: Don’t worry about being funny; seek a subject thatyou can make funny. I’d be able to write about how to bathe a collie or how to stay one step ahead of an intelligent kindergartener bent on mischief and make it funny; someone else could write about shopping with a teenage girl and make that funny.

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  8. I used to write an article for a monthly newsletter and they were usually humorous in the Dave-Barry kind of way. I would take something out of everyday life and lean towards the ironic or funny aspects of it. For example, one that I remember was about our attempt to play “Sorry” with the boys when they were around 3 and 6 years old.

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  9. If I were writing a humorous article, it would be about women shopping.
    Elvera tells that the first meal we had as a family was at a truck stop.
    Not my fault, they didn’t have Cracker Barrel, nor Wendy’s in those days.

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  10. I’ve still be mulling over Cheryl’s wise comment from yesterday about changing how you view a circumstance. I call it turning the prism. It reminded me this morning of another event when a FB friend was wondering if there had been any point to the 30 years he’s spent with the pro-life movement.

    This was my response:

    I’ve been involved in pro-life ministry since the 1970’s myself, but your reference to Operation Rescue reminded me of a valiant woman I know who was arrested during those LA times and sent to the Sybil Brand Institute for six weeks.

    Her name was June Fawell, and she probably was in her late 50’s when this happened. She later said that those six weeks were the most significant time in ministry she ever spent.

    The women she met there were so broken, so needy, that she and a friend started every morning with prayer and prayed, counseled and loved women until they went to bed at night. I don’t think we will ever know–until perhaps heaven–the people whose lives were touched for the good because of our commitment to doing what God called us to.

    I just learned the other day that June died last fall, close to 90 years old. For many years she was in charge of civic affairs at her church–in the sense of keeping tabs on them and keeping the congregation informed.

    More significant to me, personally, she was my husband’s neighbor when he was growing up and she invited his mother to church–where she accepted Christ, took her kids and my life is better for it.

    We cannot know the significance of the choices we make, the drawbacks that seem to happen in our lives, and yet God uses them for good–whether we know it or not.

    Off to teach on Jeremiah 13. I have no idea what this one is about . . .

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  11. Thurber. 🙂

    Humor writing is definitely an art, but cheryl’s advice is good — take something from real life that you’ve laughed about since, embellish a bit if necessary, and voila.

    I did a few softly-humorous pieces for my former newspaper (all reporters had to write personal columns as part of their duties, they rotated around bout once every two months as I recall). One was on a family camping trip gone haywire from my childhood, another was on rushing to finish a handmade quilt for a boyfriend one year with the help of my mom (and dogs and lost pins floating forever inside and many tears as the deadline approached). Another on when I used a bad combination of “natural” henna products to brighten up my hair with horrifying results.

    It’s been overdone by others (which makes it hard to be original), but what happens when you try to bathe or medicate a cat can be a howl.

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  12. I often write humorous pieces but you guys never seem to get them. I guess I’m not very funny.

    “Why does a doctor have a red pen in his pocket?”

    “So he can draw blood!”

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  15. So, did anyone ever figure out who Anon E. Mouse was last night? (My husband reminded me that a husband can’t testify against his wife, so if there are any spouses who know who it was, that is irrelevant.)

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  16. Bob,

    This is a tough crowd.

    I gave them a fat little chihuahua doing a handstand on some weird guys hand and nothin’, no response….

    You gotta have a really good act to impress this bunch. 😯

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  20. Janice, if you are looking for humor, you need go no further than the politics blog for today. Be aware it does address some real violence potential, though.

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  21. New kittens should provide a barrel of laughs.

    I would love to get a kitten someday.

    Annie was already a year old when I adopted her off the streets.

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  22. I found it very sad to be in church today sitting with a former coworker of the deceased who flew in from Chicago for the funeral. Also in attendance were two former neighbors from Woodstock, GA. There was the “gang of girls” from high school. The church was packed…to the point they had to bring in more chairs.
    Although the priest is not one of my favorites he did do a good job in wrapping everything up by telling us not be be angry at her for what she did, that she was not in her right mind when she did it and not to hide what she did. Use the knowledge we have from how she appeared on the outside and notice more if anyone needs us to reach out to them or if we need to reach out to anyone ourselves.

    It was sad….

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  23. Kim, I am just catching up here, so had to go back and see whose funeral you were at. That is terribly sad. I have been to those. Heartbreaking.

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  24. Let me make one thing perfectly clear, I was not Anon E Mouse.

    AJ- Since I first looked at yesterdays’ thread, I thought the chihuahua was Cheryl’s groundhog. Since I didn’t get on here later in the day, I never saw it.

    Oh, and one comment about the Anon E mouse comment: I always called them spit wads growing up, but have heard both.

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  29. I’m confused…I thought we established that Anon E Mouse was Cheryl?

    This is what happens when I don’t get here until the end of the day.

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  30. I got home from friend’s around 6:00 p.m. There was a lot to do and more I wanted to finish. It looks like the kitties will arrive on Saturday. Romeo and Jingles, two male cats. The lady called for a reference while I was at my friend’s so I gave a shining reference in front of my friend which just about made my friend cry because I was saying how their other cats had been long-lived, and also how friend and I have known each other since their daughter was four and our son was four and that our children are no longer children but are twenty-five. The lady on the phone said I would soon get to meet the new kittens. 🙂
    This process is pretty selective because they do a home visit and check references to make sure the animals go into good situations.

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  40. I came home today to find husband hard at work on our kitchen reno. After supper, I was doing the dishes in the bathroom and when I came out I noticed that there was a hole in the ceiling! He didn’t even realize he had come through when he was in the attic running wiring for the outlets! Now we have some renos to do in the room where there were no renos to be done 🙂 Poor guy! But I still love him 🙂

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  42. the joys of home renovations…

    Husband and two daughters are off to Boise for his arthritis checkup. He still has it. His doctor will not be happy that he put himself back on prednisone along with the methitrexate but he did not like being immobile. He was going to take daughter and thirteen year old son but when thirteen year old son was last there, at sis in law’s house, he urinated in her bathroom trashcan. No, he was not sleep walking. And she did not appreciate it. He does not need to return there until he can control himself. That is just plain rude.

    Meanwhile, other thirteen year old was having another tantrum when I decided to record it. I figure if she is going to have to see a psychiatrist, he might want to know what she is up to here at the house. One of the sons described it as Smeagol. And that is just what she sounds like.

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  43. Cheryl, I should have clarified that I was saying that about Anon E Mouse, whoever s/he is. I am not the one.

    Off to bed for me, too. Night.

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