Our Daily Thread 2-25-15

Good Morning!

Today’s header photo is from Janice and her ninja cat.

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On this day in 1793 the department heads of the U.S. government met with President Washington for the first Cabinet meeting on U.S. record. 

In 1919 the state of Oregon became the first state to place a tax on gasoline. The tax was 1 cent per gallon. 

In 1940 the New York Rangers and the Montreal Canadiens played in the first hockey game to be televised in the U.S. The game was aired on W2WBS in New York with one camera in a fixed position. The Rangers won 6-2. 

And in 1972 Germany gave a $5 million ransom to Arab terrorist who had hijacked a jumbo jet. 

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Quote of the Day

I decided to try radio as a source of livelihood because I like to eat regularly.”

Jim Backus

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 Today is Rene′ Thomas’ birthday. He’s the guitar player.

And it’s Enrico Caruso’s too.

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Anyone have a QoD?

67 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 2-25-15

  1. Good Morning. Yesterday was a whirl. I popped in for a second but didn’t have time to read much or make a comment.
    Today I am feeling anxious and overwhelmed…perhaps I should post that on the prayer thread.
    Mr. P is meeting with a surgeon soon and will be planning the next back surgery (7th). I am not at ease about it. I really am not a nurturing, caregiving type of person and now that I am hourly any time I take off will be without pay….sorry for being insensitive, but those things do matter…and in reality that is probably why so much of my relationship with BG is screwed up. To take time off to do things with her meant a choice between paying bills or her. I had to keep a roof over our heads.
    Last night I had dinner with her. I asked her for a happy memory and a sad memory from her childhood. She mentioned a house we lived in for a few months before my dad moved in with us. She couldn’t tell me what made her happy there but she was. She said she didn’t have a good memory and didn’t remember much. That bothers me because I have whole sections of my childhood missing….

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  2. I suppose I could talk about all the collars I have broken lately to bring some excitement here today. 🙂

    My head feels like it is filled with cattail fluff. That is my best excuse.

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  3. I have a lot more memories from childhood than my sister, 15 months younger, does. We experienced pretty much the same things, except for being in different classes at school, but I’m more likely to remember than she is.

    Sorry I couldn’t get on here last night to tell what all the birds were. 😦 I was uploading something that took several hours, and I know from experience with this particular upload that I really can’t even touch the computer until it is finished.

    Anyway, the birds were: on the fence, a pine siskin (the little bird with yellow-marked wings that Chas said looked cold); on the ground in the foreground looking toward us, a goldfinch in its less colorful winter plumage; behind it, perched on a stick, a male house finch; toward the front, a female cardinal looking away from us; behind her, a mourning dove; and to the right rear, facing away from us, an American tree sparrow. I’m going from memory, so let me double-check that I got all seven. Nope, who did I miss? (Cheated and looked at the photo.) In the back left, a junco, what used to be called a slate-colored junco or something like that, but is now lumped with several other varieties as a dark-eyed junco. I only knew the American tree sparrow since I had another photo taken right after this where it was more obvious what he was, so I didn’t expect anyone to guess that one. The pine siskin would have been a hard one, too, since he was puffed up and could have been any of several species, and the yellow didn’t show.

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  4. Good morning. So, the early birds caught all the worms. What does God provide for the late birds? I figure it must be something good since the laborers who arrived late were paid the same as the early arrivers. Maybe the late birds get the breakfast crumbs? I’ll take that rather than worms. 🙂

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  5. Sometimes we are reminded of the character, Cato, in the Pink Panther movies. He is the guy who hides in wait and pounces on Peter Sellers. Bosley”s first name might be Cato, Miss Cato Bosley,; Cato Cat who is the wingless wonder.

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  6. Kim – I’m missing some sections of my childhood, too. There are certain things that, when taken all together, seem to point to a possibility that I was molested. But I have no memory of it, so I can’t say for sure. It’s just that there are some things that I have felt, some behaviors I have had, etc., that are consistent with having been molested.

    Since I have no actual memory of it, I don’t dwell on it or consider it to have definitely happened. To me, it’s a mystery in my life, especially those missing memories (like not remembering my bedroom in a certain house).

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  7. Kim – As for BG, I think that maybe her happy memories will come to her when she is further past childhood. While so close to it, it is easy to take the happy parts for granted.

    Also, keep in mind that our attitudes towards our parents can cloud or distort our memories. Emily & I have had some interesting (but sad to me) conversations of how she perceived some things in her childhood, & her interpretations of what happened were quite off. Thankfully, she can understand my interpretations of what went on, & see how she misunderstood.

    And I was flabbergasted when Chrissy told me she sometimes felt like a “second class granddaughter” to my parents, because Emily & their cousin K (only eight months older than Emily) got cooler gifts, & participated in more things with them than she did. My parents absolutely adored each one of their “three beautiful granddaughters” (that’s how they referred to them), & would have been horrified to learn she felt that way.

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  8. I think Karen is right, it takes some years and some living to gain perspective (and to appreciate the good and sweet memories) on our childhoods.

    I’m sorry I no longer have my parents or others to ask questions of — so many little things, partial memories, pop into my head that I’d love now to have the grown-up version of. 🙂

    I’m having a slow week at work (after last week’s very busy one). I think I will call my doctor today about this skin breakout/infection I have — the cortisone ointment (thanks Jo) and cream are improving things, it’s (very slowly) going away, but it’s been more than a week now and I’m growing impatient. I’m hoping the doctor will be willing to call in something to the pharmacy without seeing me, but I doubt it.

    It’s definitely getting better, but … I just would like to get something to knock it out already.

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  9. Children simply cannot understand the motives of their parents and others in the way adults may. We also had an issue with one of our children with a situation that was handled in a way that had made her very upset. She never talked about it and we had no idea. The blessing of having adult children is sometimes being able to talk those over, as Karen writes. Often we do not have the opportunity. It is one of the reasons to be sure to keep the door open for a prodigal, so to speak. It is also a good reason to pray for insight and wisdom through the Holy Spirit.

    We remember more deeply those things that were accompanied by strong emotion. Many other things will go unremembered or be seemingly lost. Of course, just sharing childhood memories with others can prod us to remember things we thought were long forgotten.

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  10. I think I don’t have memories of some times from childhood because they were not memorable times, as in, they were routine and boring. I definitely remember the trauma of playing house with some girl friends and when a group of boys came by, the oldest girl, the one playing the mama to us younger children, told me to go to her for a spanking. I laid down in her lap with my backside up for a pretend spanking. Then, unexpectedly, she pulled my pants down in front of the boys. I was mortified and ran home crying. That girl was a horrid bully. But, what goes around comes around. She was the only girl in our neighborhood that I remember watching being chased around the perimeter of their home, in the yard, by her dad with his belt flailing in the air trying to wallop her. We NEVER got the belt in my family. I had my fair share of switchings, but the belt seemed really frightful to me. Switches were minor in comparison and gave another reason to appreciate my parents.

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  11. I always missed having siblings — I remember when my father was so sick (I was a teen), I felt very isolated in a way as my mom’s experiences were clearly very different than mine; I missed having someone to talk to who was in my same position in the family. A very scary period for me that stretched for 3 years. I think it had more of an impact on me than I realized at the time.

    On another topic: For those of you who are church music fans (all of us to some degree), Ligonier has released a new CD of classic (new) hymns and music for worship that can be also downloaded.

    (the promo video here is good)

    http://www.ligonier.org/store/glory-to-the-holy-one-cd

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  12. I only remember getting a couple spankings, they were rare.

    In general, my childhood was very blessed — loving parents; a comfortable, stable, middle-class, safe neighborhood with lots of other kids my age to play & ride bikes with, a wonderful big backyard in which to play baseball, Girl Scouts, scout and family beach-mountain-snow camping trips.

    Oh, I would have liked having the horse and collie dog to complete the picture. I asked and begged every Christmas. 😉

    But, alas, you can’t have everything. 🙂

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  13. Donna, our older daughter recently put “a pony” on her birthday list, and she told us that since she hadn’t asked for one growing up, she figured she should. Later, we were having dinner and she said something about her birthday. Her dad said seriously, “Oh, we already ordered you the pony, because we knew that was what you really wanted. Of course, you understand that you are going to have to pay to feed it and board it and all of that, but we got the pony.”

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  14. Good Morning…we are preparing for another 10 inches of snow tonight and tomorrow….hmmm…the snow on the roads is just now clearing from the last snow…weary worn feeling today!
    Donna I watched the video on FB….absolutely cherishing the worship music…of course my bad attitude was prevailing in my mind shouting “and just why cannot we have this beautiful worship music in church instead of the 5 bass guitars, two drums and a rock concert every Sunday”? ….walking away to work on that 😦

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  15. I think I may have a solution for Miss Bosley antagonizing the tv. I need to take it off the platform and put it on the floor with something higher behind it. I tried to think like a cat and saw the tv sits higher than anything else so that is why she wants to be on top of it. It will take some effort to temporarily rearrange, but maybe it will help. I did tell husband that maybe we could put the tv outside and watch it through the window. 🙂

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  16. Ah, Janice is thinking like a cat — My TV is inside a tall cabinet in the living room and every so often, when the doors are open and I’m watching TV, Annie decides to explore in there, but she’s never tried getting on top of the (small but thin) TV. But I have a friend who recently ordered an old-style, blocky computer monitor to go with her new computer — just because her cats liked to sleep up there so much.

    In one of his recent posts (I can’t find it right now), Sproul noted that more careful attention to worship and the music we use is finally coming back in style to some degree. It’ll take a while to undo the rock-band trend, to be sure, but let us hope eventually ….

    I’m hoping we’ll use some of these new hymns in our church services in the future.

    (And I loved how he said in the video that he took up learning to play the violin at age 60 — I love that guy.)

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  17. Another thought on childhood: How we made playthings out of anything.

    A friend and I discovered the best new playground on the construction site of the 405 Freeway after the workers had gone home & we got out of school. Mountains to climb! Dirt! Awesome, we had so much fun there.

    And one of my favorite “toys” was a bunch of wooden planks nailed together by my uncle onto a small platform that was a fixture for several years in our backyard.

    In the summertime it became a Tom Sawyer raft.

    In the winter time, during one winter Olympics year (that year the games were being held in California), it was propped up against the fence to become a bobsled-toboggan.

    I’m sure it had many more uses in our creative, active imaginations. 🙂

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  18. Oh, and my horse/pony?

    The crossbar on the backyard swing set, padded sufficiently with old blankets donated from the house. One of the detached swing set chains served as reigns.

    I rode all over the west on that horse. 🙂

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  19. And Tom the cat occasionally was asked to stand in for the absent Lassie collie dog (none of my friends had real dogs, either).

    But Tom wasn’t too cooperative most of the time.

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  20. Cheryl- I was just catching up on the thread yesterday and se you never identified the 7 species. Mumsee tried and did better than I can (I forgot the name “junco”).

    Childhood memories: I have a lot of them, but not many from before I was born.

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  21. I had a dog, but she was a cocker and not the world’s best pet. (She did the submissive urination bit, and got yelled at for it and did it all the more, for example.) But I dreamed of the day I would own my own collie kennel.

    I have one photo of my childhood best friend (a slumber party we attended, where the hostess’s mom had us dress up as mourners because she and I couldn’t come up with a skit) and one of my sister’s best friend. The one of her best friend? We put our cocker in “harness” and had her pull the wagon while my sister’s friend sat in the wagon. She actually did pull it a few inches, but she didn’t like doing it, and so she quit pulling and went back to greet the girl in the wagon instead. I was supposed to get a picture of the dog pulling the wagon, but I didn’t get it in time to get the two or three seconds she was actually pulling. So the photo I got, the dog was no longer pulling and the girl-being-pulled was yelling at the photographer for missing the shot. 🙂

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  22. Peter, see 9:39 this morning, above. Mumsee may have cheated with her guesses, since I had already posted the answer on here. No, I guess this is Mumsee and we can trust her, so probably not.

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  23. FYI, Peter, the junco is also the bird that is sometimes called a “snowbird.” The bird edition of a snowbird. Considering it breeds in the Arctic and overwinters in the snowy Midwest (and I don’t know where else it spends the winter), and it feeds on the ground, I would think that “snowbird” is a good term for it! After it snows, and we have bird prints all over our back step, the prints are junco prints. We’ve learned to sprinkle sunflower seed for them, because a foot of snow pretty much covers up whatever food they would find, though they’re happy enough when other birds drop sunflower seeds from the feeders.

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  24. I wasn’t on here yesterday, but we have five of the seven birds Cheryl listed in her post above — goldfinch, house finch, cardinal, mourning dove, and junco. I’ve seen tree sparrows before, but not at our house, and I doubt I would have recognized it in the picture. And I’ve never seen a pine siskin, except in pictures, and don’t think I would have identified it in Cheryl’s picture without the yellow visible.

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  25. I don’t have any childhood memories to share.
    I try to forget most of them.
    I was raised in poverty. I worked my way out of it. I’mn sure the Lord guided me in some of the decisions I made. But that’s past and I’m over it.
    And my biggest problem with TSWITW is that she hasn’t unlearned some of the things she learned as a child.

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  26. My grandmother had an old Singer sewing machine that you worked a metal filigreed plate back and forth and it turned a giant metal wheel. I drove thousands and thousands of miles on it…always to California. I think I was going to California because my uncle in the Coast Guard had been transferred to Monterey and there was a big deal about him being able to come get me if anything happened to my parents…he was also my godfather.
    Which now that I look at them I don’t know how I fit under it, but I did.

    https://www.google.com/search?q=antique+singer+treadle+sewing+machine&rlz=1C1CHVN_enUS544US544&espv=2&biw=1600&bih=799&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=QTPuVIHkM8afgwSlzYJI&ved=0CB0QsAQ

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  27. Donna, wouldn’t you rather see my and my childhood best friend, as 12-year-olds, with veils over our faces, trying to look sober as though we were in mourning? 🙂

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  28. Husband is driving home in this mess. The temp is 35 degrees. I hope he makes it without a problem. A co-worker said it is a first for him to leave, but she said they got all appointments canceled and rescheduled. Actually, I think he is really looking forward to watching the Sherlock Holmes movie I got from the library. 🙂
    Three movie nights in a row!

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  29. Just received a rapid notification that there was a shooting at a local elementary school. The school was put on lockdown and all staff and students are safe. Someone is already in custody.
    Craziness.

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  30. Kim @ 2:41. We have one of those sewing machines in our basement. It’s treated as a piece of furniture. With no purpose. Someday Chuck & Linda will sell it so someone who collects those things. It belonged to Elvera’s mother. She died on 7 December 1941.

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  31. We have one somewhat different from the pictures in the link, but the sewing machine looks like those in the pictures. Our microwave is on top of it.

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  32. I use an old cabinet sewing machine as a night stand. 🙂

    Husband arrived home safely. Traffic was not bad. He is napping. Good day for a nap. Bosley is calm so I got to wash some dishes. I did not get to make Yuck! as Chas called it yesterday (Swedish meatballs) because Bosley was too wired. So this will be the better day to make them. 🙂

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  33. And here’s one of my long-ago young childhood memories — Kiddieland and Ponyland

    In my first years of life, we lived in what’s known as the Fairfax district in LA — a largely orthodox Jewish neighborhood but also close to Hollywood and featuring such landmarks as Farmer’s Market & CBS studios.

    I have only spotty memories of those years (this was in the 1950s) but among them was riding on the trolley cars and walking down the very steep stairs leading below the sidewalks, holding my mom’s hand, to get to a preschool I attended.

    The other memory is of my dad taking me to Kiddieland and Ponyland — where the cars ran on tracks (but I still though I had to turn or else risk crashing!) and the ponies walked gently around a dirt track.

    Of course, the downside of living there was that my parents had a hard time finding a Christmas tree to buy every year.

    http://laist.com/2015/02/24/beverly_grove_park_disney.php#photo-1

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  34. Oh Donna, I loved that RC picked up the violin at 60….I immediately thought to myself…”hey, I’m 60….maybe I should take violin lessons”!
    Kim we have a Singer treadle sewing machine we purchased in SC…Old House Antiques…Mr Robinson…he sold it to us for 35 dollars…you can come and take it for a drive anytime you like 🙂

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  35. We rode the ponies at Griffith Park, Donna, and have some pretty funny film of my pony tails bouncing as I hung on for dear life with a grin all the way to Catalina on my face!

    I’ve been trying to comment all day from my phone, but the site split my screen in half, long ways, and I couldn’t read it. Very strange.

    As to kids and memories, my oldest claims he has no memories of his childhood. Since I have plenty of them, and I know he was there, I’m not totally buying that. His was not particularly traumatic other than the day going out to sea and mom being crazy, but he just shakes his head.

    I think, sometimes, they deny knowledge just to drive me ever more crazy!

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  36. Love this Bosley vulture shot.

    Just in from a terrific five days in the desert Southwest. We had everything but hail and snow, lots of fun, way too much to eat, a terrific worship service with a dear friend in El Paso, and the proud moment with our son. Glad to be home, but sure don’t remember much about “real” life other than I’m supposed to cook for the Lenten supper tonight!

    Weather is glorious in California–it was so much fun to fly in along I-10 into LAX this morning. I hadn’t seen Lake Arrowhead since I was a teenager–and never from the air before. Ocean was blue when we took off for home, but I was on the wrong side of the plane to salute my home peninsula. Say hi to it for me, Donna! 🙂

    We leave for the next big trip two weeks from Friday. Hard to believe and much to organize . . .

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  37. aarrrgh…. I took my tax documents into the cpa yesterday and then got an email today about two documents I am missing. No problem, I was able to quickly find them online. However the downloads keep disappearing or going funny places. We will see if this works on the third try

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