83 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 2-11-16”

  3. A Peanuts comic strip reminded me that there was a time when teachers would select/let children go out and clean erasers. Two were chosen. I got to do it once.
    I’ll bet none of you remember that.
    I had clean forgotten.

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  4. I’ve finished putting together Art’s lunch. I packed a slab of salmon from last night’s dinner, potato salad, applesauce, and a roll. Then I looked and looked for my Sam’s receipt so Art could reimburse what I spent on office needs. I could not find it. I made coffee and I am about to settle into Bible study and devotional reading and prayer. Bosley is having her morning snuggle, too. I have on my hoodie which protects from her kneading claws.

    I love that picture of Annie. Cats can be comfortable in the oddest positions. Without seeing the face, that picture could be Bosley.

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  6. Good Morning. BG woke up at 4:30, showered and was in a mood when I went in to wake her. I had been up for a while because I was having strange dream. She has caught my cold, but was hungry so we did the full Saturday morning breakfast around here this morning. Sausage, eggs, cheese grits, biscuits, and orange cinnamon rolls.
    Today is the day of reckoning with the tax man. Ugh. Being a 1099 worker isn’t all that great when it comes to this day every year. We have had some expenses so hopefully that will help.

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  8. Kim, I think it’s kind of akin to someone suggesting that we take money from the evil rich people and spread it around. Isn’t that what Sanders wants? Making everybody even? He should be delighted.

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  9. We’re still in our heat wave, but it’s not quite as hot as it was. I’m having trouble getting motivated this week, I feel like it’s a slow, forced march all the way toward Friday.

    As for Hillary and Bernie, a pox on all their houses. 🙂

    He’ll have a harder time as the primaries move south, but the fact remains that she’s taken some dings and is a very flawed candidate. The party may be trying to come up with a Plan B behind the scenes.

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  10. Good Morning….wake up Annie!!
    I remember well cleaning the erasers Chas…and it was truly an honor to be chosen to clean the chalkboard….you got to go into the janitor’s closet, fill the wash pail with warm water, grab a big ol’ yellow sponge and climb up onto the step ladder and scrub those boards clean as a whistle!!

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  11. Come to think of it, it’s been the kind of week where I’ve felt like Annie looks in that picture!

    I remember black (or “green”) boards, too, loved the big writing spaces (unless they were filled with numbers) and the pretty, shiny yellow chalk.

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  13. QOD: what do you anticipate will be the highlight of your day?

    I’m sitting at the park drinking a latte and waiting for my weekly walk with my prayer partner.

    This should be the highlight.

    Once household chores are done this morning, I return to WWI.

    Which may be fun, too, but it’s hard work.

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  14. My chalkboard story: Back in the olden days when all of us fledgling mainframe programmers worked in one big open office (think 1968), there was a long chalkboard across the front of the room for note-taking and collaboration. It got very messy, so one night after hours, I washed it down. That night, I dreamed that I went into work the next day and the board was still wet. When I did go in the next day, it was not wet, but when I asked a co-worker if he noticed that I’d cleaned the board, he said that it was not supposed to be washed because it was made of a material that wouldn’t dry. I figure I must have overheard that sometime previously and it only registered subliminally.

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  15. The highlight of my day shall be dinner with all six of us at one of our favorite restaurant for DIL’s birthday.
    Perhaps the highlight *should* be that it’s the day we implement the project for Hyundai that we’ve been working on for almost a year (and for which I traveled to CA three times). But it isn’t.

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  17. I’m not sure my day will have a highlight. My husband isn’t feeling very good but he is working hard preparing for a meeting (in other words, we’re both home but staying out of each other’s way), we already celebrated our daughter’s birthday yesterday (and in addition to the check she was expecting, I surprised her with a small box of quality chocolate, which she wasn’t–I had access to a car yesterday, so I took advantage of it to get my husband’s Valentine chocolate, and since I was at the chocolate shop on her birthday it seemed only right to get her a small box), and I don’t have any exciting plans for today. We likely won’t even have a family supper, since for my husband it will be “eat and run” and the girls probably won’t be home at that time.

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  18. I remember cleaning both the erasers and the black board. It is amazing how happy children can be over being picked to help out. There might not be enough of that these days, but I can’t say for sure.

    At any rate, lots of us must be far older than Chas thinks—or he is younger than he thinks. 😉

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  19. We were allowed to clean erasers, until someone discovered the white powder all over the out side walls of the school. Yeah, we hit them against the wall and it left a lot of residue. Later, the janitor got an attachment for a vacuum cleaner. It was more fun to take the erasers to him and he even let us run the them over the attachment. Start with a very white eraser, slide it over the attachment and voilà- clean, black felt erasers!

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  20. I will be listening to the first of a lecture series by a seminary president. That may be the highlight, but I also anticipate getting some creative writing done today and that could turn out to be a highlight or not depending on how it turns out. Does it flow and have the oomph needed for impact, etc. Also, hope to talk with Karen who has been trying touch base with me this week, but with jury duty and the Religious Freedom Day activities I did not make time for that to happen. Gotta be today.

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  21. You people are either:
    Older than I reckoned, or
    The technology didn’t progress as fast as I thought, or
    schools didn’t modernize with the rest of the world.
    But I remember chalkboards when I was at Carolina (’53-57)

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  23. For about a week, I had been behind on reading comments. Finally caught up last night. As I came across things I wanted to comment on, but knew I’d forget, I made a note of them in an email to myself. So here is the first of my very late comments on a few matters. . .

    Re: Home Decor – I like a casual, country-sh type of style, with a mix of some cute & some fancy-ish.

    But the truth is, when you live with a husband &/or children, you have to compromise (as Cheryl wrote about). And it is very likely that you will never have your home the way you really want it, either in style or tidiness or both.

    In my case, I have finally realized, after nearly 30 years of fighting it, that my home is never going to be as tidy & neat as I’d like it. My husband likes to have certain things out where he can see them, & he tends to leave his things hanging around, & doesn’t want them put away. Currently, I also have Emily & Forrest adding some to the clutter. (Yeah, they live upstairs, but they also spend a lot of time living downstairs, too.)

    I wish I could say that I have come to the point of acceptance of the fact that my home will always be messier than I want it, but it is really only resignation. And as long as I am able, I won’t give up the seemingly-futile cleaning & tidying. 🙂

    The alternative is having my home the way I want it, but being alone. So I’ll stick with the cluttery house. 🙂

    I’ll be back a bit later with other comments.

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  25. I remember blackboards & erasers. Don’t schools still have them? I’ll try to remember to ask Emily what she has seen in Forrest’s school.

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  26. Never went to school, but we did have a chalkboard or two. When my mother started teaching eldest sibling in second grade (eldest sibling was the only one of us to ever attend school), she set up a section of the basement to be a classroom, complete with chalkboard. The remains of the classroom were visible when I began school – I remember pictorial alphabet cards stuck up in a border along the ceiling – but by then, my mother had figured out that we could learn in almost any place in the house. I have studied on the kitchen table, on the couch in the living room, in the basement on the computer, and on the desk in the spare room, and on my own desk in my own room (although the last two places allowed me to hide reading books in the desk drawers where I could pull them out when my mother wasn’t around – I got a lot of reading done that way 😉 ). The chalkboards were used mostly as toys, although they were revived briefly for some group lessons in our teens. The eraser wasn’t cleaned that often, although I do know how to do it.

    The highlights of my day would be playing one of my instruments – I generally play some music during the day – and reading to my parents in the evening.

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  27. Fourteen year old son took in an interesting Free Write today. I wonder if it will be accepted. The rule from the teacher is they can write about anything so he decided to contrast Islam and Christianity. Hmmmm.

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  29. My classrooms had chalk boards. I think that college classrooms had a mixture of both, if I recall correctly (both in some rooms, just one or the other in some rooms, to give professors a choice), but I’m not totally sure about that. But for sure my grade-school classrooms had chalkboards.

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  30. Karen, I have resigned myself to the fact that when my husband retires, I will spend my whole day following him around and 1) picking up after him, 2) putting things back where they belong, 3) closing doors and shutting drawers, and 4) turning off lights.

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  31. I taught at a Christian school and an MK school in the 80’s so am well acquainted with dusty chalkboards and erasers! Yuck! I hate chalk dust!

    I’m getting excited. I might have a working freezer in the house by tomorrow night. I gave up on getting my old one repaired because the repair man won’t answer my calls. A family has resigned from the field so I’m purchasing one of their used units. One of our employees who dabbles in solar on the side is coming in the morning to uninstall both units and reinstall the new-to-me unit in my house.

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  35. BTW, I never cleaned erasers. I’m pretty sure I was savvy enough even as a child to figure out that teachers made it look like a special treat so they wouldn’t have to do it themselves. But I did see boys doing it and seeming to enjoy it while they made a mess.

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  36. When I taught school we had dry/erase boards.
    The Sun is shining in the sunny south. That makes me happy.
    The highlights of my day?
    1. Taxes are done and I don’t have to pay anywhere near what I feared.
    2. I am going to get my teeth cleaned and talk to my dentist about my TMJ. I have got to have some sort of relief.

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  37. I just talked with Karen. I thought I would be okay mentioning Franklin Graham’s thoughts about men in women’s bathrooms that he spoke about at the religious freedom rally. She was defensive saying when she went to Europe all people shared bathrooms so it was not an issue. I have never been to Europe so I do not know if what she said is the same as what is pushed here by transexuals. After that I changed the subject realizing It best not to talk about Religious Freedom Day. This was not the highlight of my day. 😦

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  38. I used a dry erase board and colorful markers for teaching math to Wesley during his younger years. We would sit together on the couch with the dry erase board on our laps and do problems. Itseemed to help if we wrote the numbers really large. We had learning stations throughout the house. I had a special different place (in the entryway) with a table facing a blank wall just for doing the IOWA tests every three years as required. I would sit on the stairwell and read the test instructions and use my timer. I did not think it wise to confine a boy to one desk for all of his studies. It worked! He still likes school 🙂

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  39. I have done some writing this afternoon and made a helpful discovery that enhanced my enjoyment. I have not yet listened to the lecture. I hope the Bible study in John will fuse into my writing in some manner.

    The Bible study course is through Dallas Theological Seminary. Not sure if you can access it through their website. It is free, but they do ask for a donation if anyone wishes to contribute.

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  42. I thought they used whiteboards with different colors now.
    I’ll ask Chuck if I remember. I probably should ask my grandkids.
    It’s so last century.
    I used to give briefings with color slides. Now they use PowerPoint, which I don’t understand, but I’m jealous of them. It’s so neat.

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  43. 😦 I’ve been working on taxes all afternoon.
    😦 I’m not finished.
    🙂 I’m going to get a big refund if my calculations are right. But I paid in $1100 in estimated taxes throughout the year. I thought I was behind more than I really was.

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  44. On men cleaning up after themselves, my father always has taken his own laundry to the laundry room. Since ‘retirement’, he has taken over washing the dishes, while I read to him and my mother – thus reversing our roles, as he used to read to his daughters when we washed the dishes. He has recently assumed vacuuming duties, and sometimes, he will hang out the laundry (we have indoor and outdoor clothes lines instead of a dryer). He is messy when it comes to paper and pieces of machinery, but his spaces are the places he can be messy in and he will clean them up when he sees the need of it. He will occasionally, in haste, forget to take off his boots, and he is notorious for not noticing when he is bleeding from a cut until someone points it out to him, but he always cleans up after himself once he is aware of the problem.

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  45. Chas, we had Power Point for most of our lectures, but there always times when the teacher needed to use the markerboards for illustrating a point.

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  46. Re the header photo: proof of the difference between dogs and cats, I wondered why anyone would take a photo of a pet licking its private parts. When a dog is in that position, that’s the reason.

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  47. Somebody gave us a chalkboard with a dry erase board on the other side. It stands up kind of like an easel. Works great when we are fine tuning math. One small person can use the chalkboard while the other works on the dry erase. Good for fine motor skills and reinforcing the learning. Currently they are doing long division and multiplication and very basic solving equations. We also put the spelling lists up there. Sadly, my children are not allowed to use calculators or spell check in their school. That will change in ninth grade for the calculator but spell check will be on their own. They have dictionaries though and are learning to look things up in them.

    Husbands. Nope. he is on his own. That way, he can find whatever when he needs it.

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  48. Cheryl, I do not understand your comment at 3:30. Annie is asleep in that photo. Cats contort themselves into pretzels at times to go to sleep. They are amusing creatures. Dogs probably don’t sleep in such unusual positions. Cats have soft tummies with extra soft fur. Maybe Annie was looking for the softest pillow in the house 🙂

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  49. I am still bothered by my conversation with my friend. I know I have not traveled much, and I don’t know all the ways of the world. But I can not accept men using ladies bathrooms.

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  50. The cure was almost as bad as the ailment. They had to take impressions of my mouth to build a night guard for me to wear. Getting the mold in and out of my mouth was an ordeal. Finally she got the children’s molds, then I gagged on the stuff. At one point I felt like I had an Elvis snarl on my upper lip so I started laughing. Once I am fit with the guard I will get injections of botox in the muscles of my jaws. THAT really made me laugh! I FINALLY get botox but there is no cosmetic effect! On my way home I had to call a friend and tell her. It’s expensive. $12 a unit. I asked how many units it normally takes. It depends was all they could tell me. While they were taking the molds of my mouth a woman a couple of chairs over got 30 units but hers were cosmetic.

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  54. Janice, the mixed bathrooms that I saw in Europe were, quite simply, tiny individual rooms with solid walls and doors. The size of a stall but solid. Outside of that was an open area with sinks, etc. But they were open. There might be just one enclosed toilet or several enclosed separately. They also had trench toilets but we won’t go there. They also had men’s rooms and women’s rooms. I have thought we could solve our problem by building individual stalls like that. People would have safety and a place to go. I would not want them in all situations though. But I certainly would not care to have men or woman wannabes in the typical American women’s restroom.

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  55. What Mumsee said. At London’s Heathrow airport last March, there were two sides: men’s and women’s toileting areas with the hand washing station in between. I’ve seen that often in Europe. Old women used to collect change for a couple squares of toilet paper, or merely to let you in.

    They kept an eye on everybody.

    In China at the “House of Golden Streams” outside the Forbidden City, women had troughs, too, but the ladies pushed this giant American female into a more “western” toilet stall.

    The men were on the other side of the “house”.

    In Italian campgrounds in the 1970’s, we all used the same cement room with a hole in the floor, conveniently straddled by three-inch high cement food guards for your feet to keep you above the splash. It was unisex, but only one at a time.

    Unfortunately, there weren’t any windows–high in the wall–to let in light and they didn’t turn on electricity until dark. I was always terrified I’d step in the hole until I figured out to bring a flashlight . . .

    The concern with unisex, for your innocent friend, is when you get used to men and women using the same restrooms, you won’t think it’s unusual to see a burly man follow an innocent little girl into a restroom and while most burly men are not interested in assaulting small little girls, elderly women, comely teenagers, or even matrons like some of us–why risk the chance one might have evil intent and a female gets hurt?

    Does your friend not know anything about the world?

    Perhaps she should visit other cultures . . . say, New Year’s eve along the beach in Germany amongst a group of men she doesn’t know? I’m sure they would happily escort any western female to a restroom, maybe even help her? 😦

    Do I need to confess sin for snarkiness?

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  56. Please don’t think poorly of my hubby – he helps around the house a lot (also does all of the yard work and most of the snow-clearing for Son & DIL, who own this house). It’s just an odd quirk of his that he leaves doors open, drawers ajar, and lights on. Early on I realized that HE didn’t car and I do, so I gladly take care of it.

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  57. We got this e-mail from our Security “guy” this afternoon, in case it’s of interest to any of you. You’re welcome.
    All,

    As part of keeping you all safe and sound, I wanted to pass on this intel about a current
    phishing scheme; this one is related to the tax season.

    Researchers have noticed a trend in emails with subject lines involving tax forms using the keywords ‘report’, ‘tax’, ‘secure’ and ‘pin’.

    Of course, these have attached malware (e.g., Word doc) that can seriously impact your computer if opened.

    Examples of senders include:
    • 2015-autax-return @ato.gov.au
    • 2015Refund @cra-arc.gc.ca
    • 2015autaxreturn @ato.gov.au
    • 2015tax-return @irs.gov
    • 2015taxreturn-noreply @irs.gov
    • 2015taxreturn @iras.gov.sg
    Please be aware of these phishing attacks, and let’s Be Careful Out There!

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  58. This happens tomorrow at 3:30 ET (12:30 PT). Might be worth listening in on …

    Speaking Truth to a Secular Age: A Google Hangout with Albert Mohler –

    Tomorrow at 3:30pm, we will be joined by Dr. Albert Mohler, president of The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, and Dr. Stephen Nichols, president of Reformation Bible College. We will be discussing some of the issues surrounding the church’s urgent need to boldly and clearly speak the truth to a secular age.

    http://www.ligonier.org/blog/google-hangout-mohler-february-12/

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  60. At the end of the day yesterday I had the children doing a Words Their Way cut and paste (read the word and match it with the picture). As they were happily working, they just spontaneously began singing a praise song. Such a peaceful, rejoicing moment. That’s what school needs to be.

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  61. Michelle’s comment reminded me of a “rest room?” , rather “toilet” in Asmara, Eretria. It was just a hole in the floor, men, several at a time would stand around it and relieve themselves. I don’t know what the women did and I don’t want to think about it.

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  64. Thanks to all who responded about the bathrooms. I think my friend was in Europe on a choral trip during high school so she did not experience a lot I am sure. I think she follows and parrots what is on MSM. We have a lot in common, but just not politics or anything related. It hurts sometimes.

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  66. How does one go about convincing and otherwise perfectly wonderful husband that Bachelor art does not blend with Married Art when decorating a home?
    We found two wonderful shell prints Tuesday that we just finished hanging in the dining room. Now as you walk in the front door there is his collection of shells in jars on the table to the left. To the right is the entry to the dining room and the shell prints are stacked on a wall inside the entry so you can see them from the front door.
    Bless his heart, then he went to get some sort of ship etched on gold something or other. He wanted to know if I wanted to hang it in the kitchen. I told him no so he is searching for somewhere to put it. ;( This is going to take some diplomacy. 😉

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  67. We still have a black board in our basement. I got it for fun, but it did come in handy for homeschooling. We had dry erase boards, too, but they have all been sent to grandchildren.

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  68. One of my daughters once painted a wall with chalkboard paint. It was a wall next to her son’s bed. It was fun, but messy with the chalk. She did not do that again when they moved into a different home. 😀

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  69. My children have decorated their walls with chalk drawings and paintings and pencil art and crayons. They got in trouble for the crayons. I figure it is that child’s room. And a lot of them are rather artistic. Though seventeen son does comment about the flowers twining up his walls.

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  72. On unusual public toilets, someone I know mentioned going to an arena somewhere in either Detroit or Chicago, and in the men’s washroom, there was a metal trough running down the middle of the room. One could stand on either side, apparently…

    My worst experience? Well, I can’t decide between having to resort to the unsanitary public washrooms at the African ferry crossing (there the stall walls go all the way to the floor, because the toilet is a hole in the floor), or having to stop by the side of the road in the same region and look for a place to go in the brush while keeping an eye out for deadly snakes. My only European experience of public washrooms was in the Brussels airport, and there were men’s and women’s facilities. Now, airplanes themselves do not designate men’s or women’s facilities, only if they are occupied or not – perhaps that is the solution. I personally hate the very open stalls, which I consider lacking in privacy – having a toddler crawl under the door and into the stall I was using when I was a child probably early ingrained my distaste for the design.

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  73. Kim, from observing my parents you a) give him a space of his own to decorate, b) when he’s filled up that space allow his stuff to spill into your stuff until your home is decorated with an eclectic mix of model cars, old bottles, owls (not real or stuffed, just objects made in the form of owls), knick-knacks of all kinds, and many, many photographs. There is nothing sophisticated about my parents home, yet I have never known any of their many guests have anything to say but sincere praise, including the phrase “Lovely home/place.”

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  74. Oh, in speaking of bad experiences, I forgot the toilet found down several turnings in a dark corridor, which seemed to be placed under a set of stairs, judging by the low angled ceiling, which was made in the form of a Western style toilet, but lacked the seat thereof. That was also in the same region.

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  75. Highlight of my day….I had a lovely lunch with my oldest daughter…relaxing Mom and daughter time….I love that girl 🙂
    Kim, Paul says the den is “his space”….and for all intents and purposes it kind of is….his running posters with finish times are nicely framed are hung in there, his award buckles and such are in a nice bookcase …a recliner and desk, his checkerboard and footstool made by his grandfather and a really odd looking painting given to his parents by their friend who was a missionary in some south sea island somewhere… ….I did the decorating with his stuff with his approval…

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  76. The little boys would love this one. A teacher when I was in junior high had served in the Peace Corps in southeast Asia. A large man–over six feet, but not fat–he had been picked up at the airport by a host family and driven way out into the country.

    At some point, he needed to use the facilities–this would have been in the 1960s. He made his need known, they stopped by the side of the road and pointed. He needed to climb over a rise and, apparently, he would find what he needed on the other side.

    As he reached the top of the low hill, his nose was assaulted by “2000 years of toileting in one place.” He held his nose and discovered these facilities involved a deep trench with a board across it. His task was to advance to the middle of the board and relieve himself.

    He didn’t like the idea, but was in great need, so he walked out and gravity and an ancient board did the trick with a western man so much physically larger than the natives.

    I think he threw his clothes away . . . once he was fished out!

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  78. My worst toileting experience, by far (call me spoiled) was a trip to Mexico when I was about 20.

    First, we arrived (unknowingly) a week after a hurricane did, and the dirt roads were boggy, so we kept getting stuck. Well, one time then the men and teen boys were using the shovels to dig out the pickups yet again, a chaperone decided she needed to use the rest room, and so we girls all went with her. We were out in the middle of nowhere, but we figured there would be a rise or a ravine or something somewhere. Only we walked, and walked, and walked, and every time we looked back at the pickups and the guys, they were still fully visible, meaning we were too. There was nothing anywhere in sight but sparse grass. She finally decided we had walked far enough and the guys wouldn’t be looking our way, so she squatted, and I think we stood between her and the vehicles, but none of us needed to go that badly. (Besides, the ground was hard and her trickle wasn’t sinking in, but flowing at us.)

    Except, during the night, I did need to go. We girls were sleeping in the back of a pickup (or trying to sleep in my case–I wasn’t used to sleeping in a metal truck bed under the stars with nothing but a blanket) while the guys dug us out of still another bog, this one deep. (The second vehicle had foolishly followed the first after seeing the first get stuck, and both were buried up to their axles in mud. The men dug most of the night, finally tearing boards from an old fence to form ramps they could drive out on.) I quietly wrapped myself in a blanket and slipped out of the truck.

    The next day, driving, we saw a wall or part of a building, and one girl quickly suggested a rest stop–actual privacy!! But we walked around the wall to find a patio (not dirt, concrete) that had been well used by others for the same purpose. One woman dropped her undergarments–literally dropped them–and retrieved them maybe an inch above a “pile.” The rest of us shuddered and squealed, but she insisted no contact was made and so she could still wear them.

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  79. A couple more comments I’m late on making. . .

    Like many of you, I’m familiar with the song “26 Miles Across the Sea”. I think it was on a record my parents had.

    Chas – You mentioned thinking that “over with” was an old southern term, I think. I sometimes use “over with” myself, usually by saying, “I’m glad that’s over with.”

    Donna – You’ve mentioned a few times about getting overtime. That surprises me, because I had assumed that being a reporter was a salaried position.

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  80. I’ll add a potty story, but it’s not gross.

    When I started a new job many years ago, the new building was still being completed. The ladies restroom had two toilets, but the stalls weren’t up yet.

    I was always so nervous someone would come in while I was going potty.

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  83. aaarrrggh, I walked and walked tonight. I wanted to get to five miles for my daily total. It was almost dark, but I did it. Now my fitbit will not synch my distance and now it just cut the distance in half. and it is saying that the battery is dying, though it is only a month old.

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