Our Daily Thread 3-23-15

Good Morning!

 Today’s header photo and the ones below are of Elphaba, a friend of the family. She’s a cutie. 🙂

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On this day in 1794 Josiah G. Pierson patented a rivet machine.

In 1806 explorers Lewis and Clark, reached the Pacific coast, and began their return journey to the east.  

In 1839 the first recorded printed use of “OK” [oll korrect] occurred in Boston’s Morning Post. 

In 1840 the first successful photo of the Moon was taken.  

And in 1972 Evel Knievel broke 93 bones after successfully jumping 35 cars. I guess some having differing definitions of successful. In mine, you have to stick the landing. 🙂

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Quote of the Day

Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!”

Patrick Henry – March 23rd, 1775

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 Today is Franz Schreker’s birthday.

And on this day in 1961 Elvis recorded this song.

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Anyone have a QoD?

51 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 3-23-15

  1. Can’t post it because of the language but Eddie Murphy used to do a great joke on Elvis, “he couldn’t act so they just stuck him on a spot and had him sing his lines” or something like that. My dad’s doctor was a big Elvis fan. He has a TV in his waiting room with endless loops of Elvis movies. The exam rooms are decorated in all the “memorabilia” that I am sure his wife banned from the house. Pretty funny.

    I awoke with “the weight of the world” on my mind. Feeling like I never can reach a goal because I get moving towards it and the rug is pulled from underneath me. I am making 10k less this year than last year. I have Mr. P on one side telling me I need to make X amount and I have ex husband texting me asking when I can make a deposit in his account. Where is the breathing room for me?
    There is this joke about “I want to run away from home more as an adult than I ever did as a child”. I am exhausted and the week hasn’t started. I hate feeling hopeless.

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  2. Then there was this in my email inbox…

    Your Wounds Can Heal by Dr. Kevin Elko

    How have you been wounded in your past? Can you remember a hurt you experienced? Of course, you have. How about something that you went through that was painful? Does that experience or loss ever really leave you? If you live long enough, you can answer “yes” to all of the above. What good can ever come from being hurt? After someone experiences a great loss, he or she will ask me, “How will I get through this?” My formal training has really never taught me how to answer that question, because the answer is not in academia. However, I have watched people heal from awful circumstances. Here is the process.

    You take your wound and go heal someone else; that is the only way. For example, when a medical professional gives someone a flu shot or a vaccination, the same bacteria that can hurt that person now is what heals that person. In like fashion, the hurt person feels something he or she thought another or others could never understand, but now that hurt person has reached out to another or others in pain and has a kinship, feels a bond. The “you-felt-that-way-too” is the beginning of healing.
    One day a man fell down in a hole. As a doctor walked by, the man screamed up, “Hey, doctor! I fell in this hole. Can you help me?” The doctor wrote out a prescription and threw it down in the hole. Just then, a priest walked by. The man yelled up, “Hey Father! I fell in this hole. Can you help me?” The priest wrote out a prayer and threw it down into the hole. Then, his friend walked by. The man yelled, “Hey, Joe! I fell in this hole. Can you help me?” His friend jumped down in the hole. The man said, “Nice going, Joe. Now there are two of us here.” Joe said, “Yes, but I’ve been in this hole before. I know the way out.”

    Alcoholic Anonymous (AA) has known this plan for years. AA teams up a recovering alcoholic with a sponsor to help coach each other and show that they have gotten through their struggles. The program has had incredible success. We have to know what it is like to go through something before we can really help another.
    One day a woman brought her child to Gandhi and said, “Please help my child break free of her habit of eating sugar.” Gandhi said, “Bring your child back in one month and I will help her.” The mother left and brought the child back in one month. Gandhi helped the child. The mother asked, “Why did you ask me to bring my child back in one month? Why didn’t you help her at first?” Gandhi responded, “One month ago, I had the habit of eating sugar so I had to break myself of the habit so I could teach your daughter.

    In a similar story, Jonah disobeyed God, deciding to do what he wanted. Jonah sailed away. But because he belonged to God, God attacked the boat Jonah was on. Therefore, Jonah ended up in the belly of a big fish until Jonah repented. Then, God rescued him. Next, God sent Jonah to Nineveh to teach the people of a modern city to repent. But wait a minute—didn’t Jonah have an issue doing what he wanted, not what God wanted? And didn’t Jonah get swallowed up by a fish? Yes, and Jonah learned a valuable lesson, and while that lesson was still fresh in Jonah’s mind, God sent him out to teach that same lesson. Jonah was a wounded healer. With the bacteria in his soul, he went to Nineveh to heal the people.

    To be able to help others, we must talk about the lessons of “The Thing.” In our lives we have “The Thing” that came into our lives: The Cancer, The Divorce, The Addiction, The Thing. And now is the time, even if it is gone, to quit fighting up stream like a salmon but to accept it and to flow with it like a fish going with the stream. We must ask, “What did The Thing have to teach me?” In the book of James, one reads, “Let us be glad for the testing of your faith because it teaches endurance.” Therefore, meet “The Thing” that offered you a great challenge and ask what it had to teach you.

    A good friend of mine was diagnosed with cancer, and when he told his wife, she started to cry uncontrollably. He asked, “Why exactly are you crying?” She said, “I can’t believe all the times we fought over nothing!” What did cancer teach her?

    We teach “The Thing” like a cocoon. After we no longer need it, we shed it, but that shedding doesn’t mean the build-up was false. It just means that the past does not serve me at this time. Many people will tell you that their addiction was the worst thing that ever happened to them because it caused them to hurt others, but it was the best thing that ever happened to them, too, because it taught them so much and enabled then to be close to God.

    The story of the Duerers tells of a very poor family with two artistic sons who wanted to attend the Art Institute in Nuremberg, Germany. The boys Albrecht and Albert made a pact that they would toss a coin and the loser would go to the coal mines and labor, using his earnings to pay for the other brother’s tuition. Then, after four years they would switch so that the graduate would go to the coal mines and the coal miner would go to the Art Institute. Albrecht won the toss and went to the art institute, where he became an incredible artist, and Albert went to the mines.

    Upon graduation, the boy’s father threw them a feast, and Albrecht held up a glass, proposing a toast, “To my brother who sacrificed for me and went to the coal mines. Now I will go to the mines to pay for his tuition so he can be an artist.” Albert replied, “It is too late. I broke all my fingers and am now so bent and arthritic that I can’t even hold a glass, let alone a paint brush.”

    Albrecht Duerer has paintings all over the world, but there is one you have surely seen. It is often called incorrectly “Praying Hands” but that is not the name; it is titled just “Hands.” And if you look closely, you will see ten broken, twisted fingers in that painting, Albrecht’s tribute to his brother Albert.

    Today, take where you have been broken and help someone else. Explain how they can be strong at the broken places. Go down in the mines for them. Show them the way to climb back out of the hole.

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  3. And for some humor to cheer us up:

    Two Texas policemen call the station on their radio.
    “Hello. Is that you Sarge?”
    “Yes?”
    “We have a case here. A woman has shot her husband for stepping on the floor she had just mopped clean.”
    “Have you arrested the woman?”
    “No sir. The floor is still wet.”

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  4. Good morning. I didn’t know OK stood for “ol korrect”. OK, I learned something new today. 😉

    About six inches of fresh snow on the ground this morning when I woke up. I do have my winter coat back out!

    My neighbor called this morning, and we had a nice chat. Her husband’s mother, age 87, is in the hospital, and there are a lot of similarities in what’s going on there as there are with my husband’s father, age 86, and his health issues, not to mention the frustrations we as family are facing as we advocate for care for our loved ones.

    My neighbor told me at the end of the conversation how much it helped to just talk about these issues with someone else who is walking the same road. Neither of us had any idea that the other was going through very similar circumstances.

    A good, therapeutic conversation for both of us.

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  5. Good Morning….we are still enjoying “Spring”….Wednesday old man winter is making a comeback…brrr
    That is one cute puppy AJ….my parents once had a Yorkie…his name was Max and he was something else! 🙂
    Kim I just feel like slapping someone upside the head for you….I will quote Popeye…”I am what I am and that’s all that I am”…. Praying that you will find rest in His care this day….we love you ❤

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  6. Cute puppy!!

    I have a cat curled up at my shoulders, purring away, this morning. She was racing through the house earlier. Cats are so fast when they get that imaginary torch lit under them.

    So it’s Monday and I woke up feeling a tad blue as well, worried about Norma (she’s OK for now, but her mood was definitely subdued and she seemed preoccupied yesterday at church; by contrast, the week before, just 2 days after she’d received her bad medical diagnosis, she was surprisingly chipper and upbeat — but maybe it’s all setting in a bit more — and I’m sure thee will be ups and downs through this period; I’m dreading what may lie ahead for her, but God is in control of it all).

    Also woke up with Mike and mumsee on my mind, wondering how they were faring this morning. Big day today with the knee surgery — hard enough for someone healthy to go through that, let alone someone who’s been in as much pain as he’s been.

    We had a good sermon yesterday on prayer — how (especially where we live in LA) we tend to squeeze prayer in while were on the road on our daily commutes (or while walking the dog or doing other things in the course of what are always busy-busy days). Which is OK — we are to pray without ceasing — but do we, he asked, set aside a dedicated time for payer alone (not Bible study or reading, which provides other nourishment, but prayer only), being on our face before God?

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  7. My childhood girlfriend’s mom was a big Elvis fan, we all though she was a little crazy. 🙂 She made her husband take her to all his movies, they had his albums. They were very “fun” parents, I always thought, always on the go, riding motor bikes, doing very young, fun things. Quite progressive.

    Sadly, my friend’s mom wound up committing suicide (my friend and I were in our early 30s by then) after her husband passed away unexpectedly of a heart attack. When we were teenagers they bought the house next door to ours so they also were our neighbors for many years.

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  8. That sure is a scary looking critter up top.
    I never liked Elvis. Still don’t.
    I’m home. She is still at Surfside. Her sisters are, presumably, on the way. I hope so, I don’t want to go back for her.
    I was tired last night so I went to bed at eight. I woke this morning about two. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t I left Surfside at 4:30. So here I am.

    Hang in there Kim.

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  9. Kim, that artist story sounds apocryphal; several elements of it just don’t ring true, particularly since artists wouldn’t choose working in the mines. I googled his name and “Hands” but most of the hits were indeed praying hands, since that is what he painted. Here’s one link that talks about the hands in the painting: http://archives.hekint2.org/Durers_praying_hands.html

    Y’know, I’d never thought about doctors or other businessmen who have a certain object “collected” in their office or place of business having a collection their wife might not want at home. I had thought about the inevitability of needing to figure out where to put it all upon retirement!

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  10. I am curious about the reason for your husband telling you how much you must make. You certainly do not have to say, however. If it is because he thinks your time and energy is more valuable than a job pays, it is one thing. If it is because it is necessary for you both to live as you desire, it is another etc. As far as the X, he has no complaint from what you have posted before. There is always hope. Don’t look too far ahead or you get discouraged.

    As far as the book lists from yesterday, I have read some books on both lists. I have the CS Lewis one, but have never been able to finish it. Elements of Style was used in English high school class or in college. I read Witness in the last couple of years.

    Population Bomb was pushed by a high school English teacher, including attending the first Earth Day. School buses were used to bring us to that. Our Bodies, Ourselves was pushed by the WIC program people. I didn’t read it, but did look at it. That was more than enough. I also bought a copy of the pentagon papers. Never could read it, though.

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  11. My computer screen is somehow haywire this morning, I can’t get the dock settings or other usual navigational bars and tools back. Argh. I can’t even log out of Safari, I don’t think. Weird.

    I keep poking around, tapping this key and that, but no luck.

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  12. Well, now I’ve shrunk everything down, but at least I have my tools back!

    Saw this earlier:

    http://www.challies.com/christian-living/you-are-dust-not-divine?utm_content=buffercf481&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer

    “….. the Bible tells us that this life is full of trials and tribulations. Experience backs this up. This world is so sinful, we are so sinful, and the people around us are so sinful, that trials are inevitable. Each of us has burdens we carry through life. Sometimes these are burdens of our own making, sometimes these are burdens that come through sickness, sometimes these are burdens that come through other forms of suffering. But whatever the case, we dusty humans inevitably face burdens that seem crushingly and insurmountably heavy. Jesus speaks to the reality of life in this world when he says, ‘I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world’ (John 16:33). We are weak and we are burdened. …”

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  13. Now her name……

    She is the wicked witch of the west. 🙂

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elphaba

    “Elphaba Thropp /ˈɛlfəbə ˈθrɒp/ is a fictional character in Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire, as well as in the Broadway and West End adaptations, Wicked.

    In the original L. Frank Baum book The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, the Wicked Witch of the West is unnamed and little is explained about her life. Elphaba is modeled after the Witch portrayed by Margaret Hamilton in the classic 1939 film The Wizard of Oz: green-skinned, clad entirely in black and wearing a tall peaked hat. Maguire formulated the name “Elphaba” from the phonetic pronciation of Baum’s initials L.F.B. In both adaptations, Elphaba is also called by several nicknames including Elphie, Fabala, Sister (Saint) Aelphaba, Auntie Witch, and Fae.”

    My wife’s friend and Elphaba owner Kathy is the biggest Wizard of Oz fan you’ll ever meet. She collects WoZ memorabilia, and is very creative when she finds it. She’s my favorite hippie. I’ll share some of that creativity with you tomorrow. 🙂

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  14. I like Challies, Donna. Good link, and I read the article that was linked at the bottom of that page, as well — another good one on burden-bearing.

    They both went along well with the devotion I read today in Charles Colson’s A Dangerous Grace: Daily Readings. The author spoke of a Prison Fellowship volunteer who, as a hair stylist, would round up a number of other hairdressers and they would set up a temporary shop once every three months in the basement of a women’s prison and offer them free haircuts. The PF volunteer would have tracts and other Christian literature available for the women to read if they wanted to while they waited their turn for a haircut.

    Upon release from prison, the volunteer would offer each inmate one more free haircut as an encouragement upon starting out in their new life. She would, at that time, also encourage them to get involved in a local church.

    Colson writes:

    Barb was never the type of person who would just walk up to someone and present the gospel. But God is using her gifts to reach out to needy people with His love. What a metaphor for all of us. It doesn’t matter if you’re not a great Bible teacher or evangelist. God can use you for His service no matter what your gifts are.

    Any talent, any trade — dedicate it to God, and He will use you in ways you never dreamed of.

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  15. Kim, I like the policeman joke. I’ll have to send that to my brother in Texas.

    I mentioned the praying hands story to my husband (he’s a bit of an artist himself), and he found the source. The real story of the artist is in this link, followed by the story (which he calls fiction but says it’s still an excellent story, which it is) and at the very bottom the book where the story came from: http://www.barefootsworld.net/albrechtdurer.html

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  16. I LOLed at that joke, too. 😉

    My grandmother told me once of a time she scrubbed the kitchen floor, but started at the wrong end and got herself into a corner, where she had to sit and wait for the floor to dry before she could leave the room. 😉

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  17. There are so many seemingly-true but-actually-false stories that go around in emails & on Facebook. I have found that many people often do not appreciate being told the story is false, or being told the real story.

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  18. Kim – Like Kathaleena, I wonder what he meant, too. (I realize it’s none of my business, but you did mention it.)

    I’m afraid you may be carrying a burden you’re not built to carry.

    Since your income has gone down, can you petition the court to reduce your child support payments?

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  19. Speaking of child support, R has finally been ordered to pay a decent amount of child support. Then he recently told Emily that he won’t give her the money until she “learns to cooperate” with him on one thing or another. (Which basically means until she does things his way.) They go back to court in June (I forget why), so it will be interesting to see what the judge has to say about that.

    He’s also ramping up the emotional manipulation with Forrest, telling him that Emily’s boyfriend A doesn’t want to see him at all. My heart aches for all that this precious little boy is going to have to go through with his manipulative, controlling father trying to pit him against us. 😦

    But God…

    Hoping & praying God will radically save, deliver, & heal that young man. And that He will give Forrest a heart that beats for Him.

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  20. Karen, this part raises a question: “Then he recently told Emily that he won’t give her the money until…”

    I don’t know the laws in your area, but isn’t there some way that if a court orders a certain amount of child support, they could get that amount automatically deducted from R’s check so that he does not have the power to withhold the money from Emily whenever and for whatever reason he chooses?

    I think that’s the way it is in our area. My husband has made mention of that in reference to coworkers or people he knows who have a setup like that. They never get their hands on that money; it is somehow diverted immediately to the proper party.

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  21. 6 Arrows, actually the oll korrect is one of those “maybe it’s true and maybe it’s not” stories; it seems nobody knows for sure where OK / okay came from.

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  22. OK, I’ll accept that possibility. 😉

    And I see you spelled “oll korrect” correctly, Cheryl — I noticed, after the fact, that I had spelled “oll” as “ol” in my first post.

    Grrr. I used to be good at spelling. Now I can’t even spell a three-letter word korrectly. 🙂

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  23. I need to go back and read weekend posts. Just having a bit of a down time with tax season. Husband had flat tire yesterday and had to be a pall bearer at a funeral of a church member today…not expected during this critical point of tax season. Neighbor just called saying that her yard is being dug up for plumbing work. They have not located a connection so need to dig some in my yard, too. I gave go ahead. I could tell neighbor hated to ask. I told her it’s ok because we only have weeds growing in the yard anyway. Sometimes weeds are good!

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  24. A bit of trivia about OK.
    I understand that “OK” is the most recognized word in the world. Every language & culture knows it. (Maybe not someone in Western China or some likely place.)
    The second recognized word is Coca Cola. (Or “Coke”, I forgot which.)
    OK?

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  25. Karen, Emily needs to take the support order and ask the DA’s child support division to be in charge of collecting. Not sure if it works the same elsewhere, but when they collected for me in California, they kept track of exactly what came in and what was owed and there were some automatic penalties. None of those penalties came from me, just state law.
    Best decision, on the advice of my attorney, that I made.

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  26. That is one BIG mess they are making in the yatd and pretty close to the Birthday Tree. I hope it will survive. Now I understand the distress in neighbor’s voice.

    Also, in regards to having a flat tire, it seems that because of workman’s comp you can no longer have someone come and change the tire. They have to tow it to a shop. At least that is the scoop we got. Sounds to me like perhaps someone wanted towing companies to be able to rake in more $ from people in bad situations.

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  27. Now I am thankful I did not mow already for it would have been wasted energy. I did get a few photos of the violets that have begun to bloom that won’t be there now.

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  28. OK is “oll correct”? I assume that is a mis-spelling of “all correct”. Were Bostonians still that poor in spelling by 1839?

    Ah, the joys of debunking popular stories. I have to fight the cynicism every time someone tells a touching anecdote now – the ATI curriculum had a lot of unsubstantiated stories to make points. On the praying hands story, Albrecht Durer was to Renaissance Germany what Leonardo da Vinci was to Italy. Both of them were Renaissance men, literally and figuratively, whose interests ranged outside just painting. Now in the popular mind, both are primarily identified with one work (Praying Hands & Mona Lisa), and have another work to which people attach fantastical theories (Durer’s Melencolia I & Da Vinci’s Last Supper). There would have been no need to do hard manual labour in order to study art, as art was one of the crafts and one began by being apprenticed to a master. The only money necessary to be paid would be for the initial articles.

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  29. I’ve liked Durer’s work, ever since I read about him in old children’s art books (from the 195s and 70s). It is a pity we can’t share pictures the way we do YouTube videos, but here are links to a couple of his other well known pictures:

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  30. Janice, they charge us good money to tear up your lawn (or what’s left of it) out here these days.

    Everyone’s making the switch to something — whether it’s wood chips or rocks or drought-resistant plants (usually a mix of the above.

    Faux lawns also are seeing new business. At least they’re always green.

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  31. I didn’t know that it’s “National Puppy Day”. Shannon Bream says it is and I believe what Shannon tells me.

    The four riders of the Apocalypse rode sequentially, not all at once. There may be overlap, but they rode sequentially.

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  32. Looking forward to meeting with my duet partner on Thursday. On that day it will be one month until the piano show in which we’ll perform. I’ve been doing only solos in the last couple shows, so it’ll be nice to this time add a duet again like I did in the first show I was in a few years back.

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  33. Well, it’s 8:30 p.m. and the mini bulldozer is still going strong in neighbor’s yard. Now everyone will have nightmares that their whole yard got plowed away in the night with only the house left on an island in the middle of the yard. They dug so deep out there that they used long ladders to go down in the trench. With all the rain we have had, at least the earth was soft. I called husband to warn him, but it is probably worse than he will expect.

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  34. Yes, there is recourse to get the child support deducted from his pay. I think they give him a chance to pay it of his own accord before going that route.

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  35. Jo – I haven’t heard of the DA’s office handling that here in Connecticut. If Emily applies for food stamps (I forget the more current name), the state will come after him to ensure he pays. Or the court can order the money be deducted from his pay.

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  36. Karen, R seems to have the belief that it’s up to him whether or when he pays it or not. Someone’s in for a rude awakening.

    And yes, today was, indeed, National Puppy Day. 🙂

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