Our Daily Thread 11-11-18

Good Morning!

And a Happy Veterans Day to all who served.

And Happy Remembrance Day for our Canadian friends. 


This weekend’s pics are from Cheryl.


Anyone have a QoD?


69 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 11-11-18

  1. That great blue heron shot was when we hadn’t had much rain and much of the pond had dried up, bringing what was left of it (including its fish) to the “front” of the bed of the pond.

    Great blue herons are normally very cautious, very shy birds. But the ones that hang out in that pond often simply must ignore people, or they would be wasting energy by flying away within five minutes of each time they arrive. But that was only the second time in my life I’d seen a heron within a few yards of people and totally focused and utterly ignoring the people (the first was a heron who flew into the zoo, with people everywhere). This one was just a few yards from me, no greenery worth mentioning between us, and it was intent on fishing and didn’t care at all that I was standing there zooming my lens in and out.

    Wildlife photos are supposed to have the animal’s eye in focus (with really rare exceptions), and I was disappointed that this fairly good shot isn’t quite in focus. But what ends up being the focal point is something you rarely get a good look at–those huge, long toes,well suited for what the heron is doing, as it wades slowly and deliberately, with barely a ripple, stalking prey.

    The water reflects the green of the trees instead of the blue of the sky, the bird is intent and focused, and its neck is coiled so it has a lot of extension if it finds something worth grabbing. I love having chances at action shots like this.

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  2. Good morning!

    Neat header photo. I was able to get a close up shot like that at the Sea Pines Nature Preserve at Hilton Head. I guess over time and with experience, the herons decide the human with camera is not to be feared in that environment.

    I managed to scare two cats with two garbage cans this morning. I know, it takes talent. As I moved the outside garbage can to a place where I will remember to put it on the street, a cat jumped out from wherever. It is one we know and which gets Bosley’s leftovers. After that I took the kitchen can outside to dump some eggshells out that accidentally got thrown in without a bag inside to catch them. When I came back into the kitchen, the can thumped against the door and scared Miss Bosley. I felt sorry for the scavenger cat out in the cold and gave it some fresh food to fortify it on a cold morning.

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  3. I hope everyone has a wonderful Saturday. I have a critique group meeting. I got writing done but it has lots of typo issues because I did not get to correct that yet. I mostly want critique on the story. I realized how much I had gotten into the story when I was talking with Art and used a character’s name instead of the co-worker’s name.

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  4. We may do a ‘walk-through’ with lead painter today (depending on his mom, who wound up in ER again, this time for a UTI). He said if he can come over today he will. There are a few minor things I’d like to have fixed/finished so I appreciate the chance to have him come for a closer look at things, especially as he hasn’t been here much (if at all) in a while.

    I learned last night that my off-and-on ‘running buddy’ down the street who had been in the final stages of cancer died on Monday. I was so sad to hear that, though not surprised. I hadn’t received replies to a few texts I’d sent most recently which had me wondering, but I saw her front window open when I’d drive by her apartment which usually meant she was home (we both share a love of wide open windows and her front window, she had large casement windows just like mine, her 4-plex was built the same year my house was and in the same Spanish-mission style).

    Her faith was strong through the end so I know I should be rejoicing, but right now I’m just sad. 😦 We had our problems, we were both sometimes too prickly and opinionated, we often just “saw” things differently, but we had some very fun, spontaneous times doing things through the years. We’d go months without contact sometimes, but then she’d call up out of the blue very hyped up (she always initiated, when I tried she’d always say no, she didn’t feel like doing anything) asking if I wanted to grab dinner or pancakes for breakfast or go see a particular movie she wanted to catch or go to the zoo or … then always followed by “Are you ready now? I’ll pick you up in 15 minutes.”

    Not sure if any services are planned, I’m guessing her church may do something later. She was an RN, single and in her early 60s and had outlived all 3 of her younger siblings with whom she was always sharing the gospel with uncertain results (though she felt she’d see them in eternity).

    And Carol is back in the hospital, her fistula is infected again — she’d not been feeling well for a couple weeks, very tired, nauseous and sleeping too much, so I guess that was it. She really wants me to come visit her today but with the walk-through tentatively planned I told her I wasn’t sure that would work out. I spent last Saturday taking her shopping, also, and I really should do some picking up around here today.

    Sidekick was still working when I got home at 7 last night, he was scrubbing down the concrete patio floor. He said Cowboy stole his sandwich he’d brought along for lunch. 😦

    I’ll need to change the filter on the heater return today, it’s “that” time of year here where mornings are getting very chilly. It was in the 50s when I got up this morning. Also time to swap out the sandals for the sheepskin slippers for home wear.

    Our fires are presumably still raging, they were asking for volunteers at work to cover shifts this weekend but I declined. I haven’t checked the news yet this morning to see what the status is.

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  5. Good morning. It’s cold here. 38 degrees. I don’t know what I was thinking when I scheduled this flight. I leave here at 3 pm. Tennessee plays Kentucky today and I am surrounded by people wearing funky shade of orange 🍊.
    I am also starting to worry about my Lyft driver letting me off in my deserted office parking lot at 8:30 tonight. Again, whT was I thinking?

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  6. I wish I had time to go out and photograph like Cheryl. Then again, bears. I’m already so jumpy just on our property because of our momma bear and her three cubs. Maybe I should go in winter to get some great pictures. No bears out in winter 🙂

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  7. No walk-through today, maybe Monday or Tuesday. He asked if I could give half of the amount left owed for the whole job to Sidekick today since he hasn’t been paid and is doing extra duty these days so I’ll go get the cash for that.

    I spent the morning cleaning out the heater return heavy iron floor grate with a hard-to-reach-and-clean undercarriage (pet hair! The local birds will be happy for the nesting material) and putting in the new filter. So now I just need to try the heater to make sure it still works (please!). It’s now about 20 years old and every year when I turn it on for the first time I hold my breath for a few moments — and then breathe a sigh of relief when I hear it rumble on from underneath the house.

    Last year when I changed the filter it was early Thanksgiving morning and Annie decided to explore, sliding right down the shaft and disappearing. Gasp. She somehow climbed back out but I didn’t know if she’d have to spend the rest of her life somewhere in the bowels of the house or what.

    Today I was very careful never to leave it completely uncovered, which is apparently too much of a temptation for a curious cat.

    What’s down there ? …. ? Let’s go see! Wheee

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  8. Hope it doesn’t take a really long time 🙂 I know about taking a long time!

    I remember going to someone’s house in town a few months back — an old Victorian she and her husband have been restoring for 10 years now (!) — and they had their little mini kitchen, complete with microwave, set up in a corner of their living room.

    After 10 years of moving one room into the next as they advanced through the house, they seemed pretty used to it all.

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  9. DJ, one of my brothers started remodeling his house (then in Phoenix) as a bachelor, adding a wing onto his house as I recall. (I know that he added a bathroom and a studio, but as far as I know he didn’t turn existing rooms into them, but added them.) Then he and his wife lived in the house for the first several years of their marriage–at least ten years, probably twelve or thirteen, continuing to do slow remodeling. I never saw it even near completion.

    They have now lived in their house in the South (never intended to be anything other than a temporary home) 25 years, and their children largely grew up in it and are now all grown and out. Only two or three years ago did they finish extensive remodeling that they had been doing the whole time they lived in it, one by one remodeling each room of the house (including bathrooms and each and every bedroom), adding some rooms (including a formal entryway), and changing a two-car garage into a five-car garage. The house is truly beautiful, and the modifications are way above code and done with the eye of a real perfectionist . . . but my 65-year-old brother has talked of his “dream house” since he was in his twenties, and this house is just a remodeled house, not a dream house. He and his wife brought property, which they have been slowly shaping into their own private park (10 or 12 acres), and blueprints have been drawn for the house they will put on it. This time he expects to hire professional builders and not do the work himself (which means there is no possible way he will actually be happy with it, because no one works to his exacting standards). But if it gets finished in just two years (which is highly unlikely, since ground has not yet been broken), it will be in time to celebrate their 40th anniversary. Only about five years of that time will they not have been doing remodeling work (remodeling that started maybe two to three years before they married), and in those five years they were instead remodeling the outside of a piece of property, cutting down hundreds of small trees and turning a property with a creek into a property with two creeks, a path, park benches, and so forth.

    My sister-in-law has been a real trouper to live in a home under constant construction, and after it is finally finished, not to plan to stay in it, but to plan to move to a house that is her husband’s dream house (but not necessarily her own). And at an age in life when most people are downsizing a bit and maybe moving into a condo in the city, they are moving out into the country onto property that will need constant extensive care. And in the next 5 to 10 to 20 years (probably far less than 20) one of them will be left a widow(er) on that property.

    Something tells me you would not trade places with my sister-in-law. Nor would I.

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  10. A simple thing, but a friend came over yesterday to level the legs on my new washing machine. Not something I wanted to do. getting down on a dirty concrete floor in a small entryway. yes, it is in the entryway, isn’t that where you keep yours? I moved it there because the real laundry room in this fourplex is under the house at the other end. Meaning to do a load of laundry it has to be daylight and I have to be dressed. So I found space for it in the entry to the two flats on this side.

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  11. I spent two years living in the basement while we worked on the upstairs. Hope to never have to do that again.

    Now I am waiting to have the bathroom redone. We went in to a local store in August and got told the same thing another plumber told me: We had to wait until later in the winter after the holidays. I do know now that something will be done, however, so it is a relief to me. Hopefully, next winter the kitchen should the Lord tarry.

    DJ, my condolences to you.

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  12. No way!

    I hit the wall at under 2 years but had to keep going to finish the things that really needed to be done. The only ‘prettiness’ has been the new bathroom (required due to age and leaks); the new garage door (replacing one that was quite literally falling to pieces and patched here and there with chicken wire); a new back fence (both pretty and practical) and the driveway pavers (needed to cover the new sewer line). Oh, and now the new paint job. 🙂

    In my case, it was all of necessity but I was able to add some nice elements along the way as things were replaced, repaired and/or put back together again.

    I’d love to “do” the kitchen in a true remodel, but there will be no money or patience for that 🙂 .

    Maybe a new floor at some point …

    Can anyone recommend a good, simple vacuum for hardwood floors, vinyl and throw rugs? I was looking at the Bissel and Dyson models and thought I stop into a *real* vacuum cleaner specialty store here in town this afternoon. What snobs. They peered down their noses at my idea of an easy, bagless vacuum.

    All they had were massive models that were in the $500 range.


  13. (‘No way’ comment was to Cheryl’s 4:28 🙂 ).

    Thank you Kathaleena

    I remember the holiday issue when I started shopping for something, a replacement window ? I was browsing at Home Depot, I think, sometime in early November and the guy laughed at me when I said I’d like to get a new window soon. “Good luck” he said, adding that all the installation guys were booked by now.

    It all mushes together in my mind now, but I think I wound up getting the new back window and sliding glass door (old ones were aluminum and leaked) the following year. Guess that was another pretty feature I did accomplish, though the old fixtures really did have to go. And as long as I was doing everything else, it, like the backyard fence, got added onto the list.

    It’s probably good that I’m so into restoring and keeping things original in this house — although the kitchen was a 1970s ‘add on,’ so that I would love to redo in an early ’20s style. But not happening.



  14. DJ – Many Christians tell us that we should rejoice when a Christian loved one dies, but I think that can add a sense of guilt on to our grief or sadness. We are sad because we will miss that loved one or friend, and we are sad because they will miss out on certain things in life. Of course, a person in the presence of Jesus is not “missing” anything, but we still have that sense of it.

    Hubby may be rejoicing in Heaven, but he will miss some important things in the lives of his beloved wife, daughters, and grandson. He so very much wanted to be here for The Boy as he grew up, and had lots of things he wanted to teach him and do with him. If any other grandchildren come along, he will not be a part of their lives. He will not get to walk his daughters down the aisle if they marry.

    Somehow the two things are each a reality – that they are missing something here, and that they are not feeling a sense of missing anything because they are at peace with Jesus. Does that make sense?

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  15. We’ve been in this house since 2011. We’ve redone the shingles, the siding, the decks, the bedroom flooring, the master ensuite (complete gut and rebuild), the kitchen floor and closing an opening in the kitchen and now the kitchen cabinets etc. One day we will actually have real flooring in the dining/family room/entry (it’s still just painted plywood) but we knew what we were getting into when we purchased the house. It was really the only home that we could afford that we would be able to live in during all the renos and finishing.

    We are enjoying the renos, despite getting frustrated at times. Husband is currently strapping the ceiling in the kitchen and levelling it all out so that our new cupboards will not look crooked 🙂 He’s a bit frustrated, but he’s also not feeling well today. I’m still busy painting the boards for the ceiling. It should look so nice and be very practical when it’s done.

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  16. Lizzie and Janice, yes. Lots of memories. And it’s somewhat odd as we ran in different circles so there are a number of her friends I don’t know at all (a couple I do, but not well). She came to my church for a while to visit but she’s decidedly not ‘Reformed’ so she found a church home at a small Baptist church — she was Calvary Chapel when we first met. We both moved into this neighborhood around the same time and met while walking our dogs one morning, I was wearing a Christian-themed T-shirt so that opened the friendship which, as I said, was somewhat off and on especially in recent years but always in the background. Seems so odd to walk by her apartment now with the window closed up. I was thinking last night, though, that now she’s got the figurative mansion. 🙂

    I went house hunting with her locally a couple times when prices had dipped some years ago and she thought she might barely be able to afford something in our neighborhood. She always wanted to buy a house, had even looked in some southern states for something she could more likely afford, but stayed a grumbly renter 🙂 . She was the original minimalist before the word was invented, she believed in very spare furnishings (but pretty, she loved yellow and all the spring pastels — I was oversized black sweatshirts and jeans, she was crisp yellow blouses with girly sweaters and neat slacks or a skirt, all a size 2).

    Meantime, it’s back to ‘normal’ here at the homestead. Sidekick is walking (stomping) on the roof. I’m never quite sure what he’s doing when I’m here and he’s doing his thing, but the painting is close to done. I have some money for him, he gets here late so only has a couple hours before it gets dark.

    I am yearning to put red or clay-colored metal tile panels over the gray shingles on my porch overhang. The light gray shingles really bother me now as they just don’t go with the house colors at all.


  17. Cheryl – My dad did a lot of renovating in a couple of the houses we lived in, especially the last one, which they owned for 21 years. There were long periods of time with one room or another in disarray while it was being worked on. Like your brother, my dad was a perfectionist in his work.

    The change from when we first moved into that last house to what it was at the end was amazing. Sadly, Dad had to have his right arm amputated due to bone cancer, and couldn’t keep up with the yard and such, let alone doing any more work on the house. (At least by that time, the major things he wanted to do were finished.)

    So they sold the house and moved into a duplex owned by my brother and SIL. Before they moved in, Brother and SIL had the place painted in the way my parents requested, and also put in a small downstairs bathroom so Mom and Dad (but especially Mom) didn’t have to go upstairs every time they needed to use the bathroom. Still, as nice as it was, I wonder if Dad felt it was a downgrade from having owned his own homes.

    Dad died three and a half years later, at age 70. If it weren’t for that cancer, I imagine he would have lived into his 90s or older, still bopping around.


  18. Our house needs so much work. Don’t know when we’ll be able to get anything done. 😦

    In the meantime, I strive to be content with what we have, and do what I can to make it attractive.

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  19. That ‘shared’ photo didn’t post with the info attached to it, here it is:

    Joni Eareckson Tada
    6 hrs

    Although Ken and I had to pack up and leave our house last night under mandatory evacuation, we got a chance to snap a photo outside our back window before leaving. Thankfully, Francie, my retired secretary, was able to take us in… we awoke at her house this morning to the news that our home and neighborhood are OK! Also, the Joni and Friends International Disability Center has survived (the fire came right up to the edge of the concrete drainage and…stopped). THANK YOU for praying!! We just learned that we have power so we are packing up and heading back to Calabasas. Praise God for his sovereignty… And his mercy. And please continue to pray for the grieving families who have lost loved ones in the Borderline shooting. May God use these tragedies to spark revival in our hearts and communities!

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  20. Sorry to hear about your friend’s passing, DJ.

    Chas, how is Elvera doing? Is she talking about Argaree?

    Cheryl, my best friend said that, when she was growing up, her parents were perpetually doing renovations. The house was never done in those days, she laughed. Your story at 4:28 reminded me of that.

    Kathaleena, as a teenager I babysat for a family who lived in their basement while the upstairs was being built. I don’t remember how long they were down there — it seems like at least two or three years, if I remember the ages of their girls correctly when I first started babysitting there until I started college and no longer babysat them.

    My sister continued babysitting them, and reported that the parents ended up divorcing just before or just as they got the upstairs habitable. 😦

    My hubby told me this week that he wants to move somewhere else where he’d be able to have enough land and outbuildings for his vehicles. Our county doesn’t let residents have more than one outbuilding unless they own 40 or more acres of land.

    We have just shy of 3 1/2 acres. There’s no way we could afford more than 10 times as much land as we have now. We’d have to move to a county that didn’t have such a stupid requirement. Or stay here and just get rid of about 10 of our cars. :-/


  21. 6, that seems like a silly rule. We have just over 3 acres and a very large shop/garage, and several small outbuildings on our property. It does not seem like too many for the size of yard. One day we’d love to put up a guest cabin for people who just need a break from real life to come and stay in and enjoy the silence and the beauty.

    Donna, I am so sorry for the loss of your friend.

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  22. Every Remembrance Day services are held and a moment of silence occurs on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month to remember those who died. This Remembrance Day is of special significance, since it was 100 years ago today that the Armistice ending WWI was signed. WWI is very significant to Canadians. It was the first war in which Canadians formed indpendent units from the British army, and those units earned the respect of both allies and foes alike. 619,363 Canadians enlisted, 424,000 served in Europe, 61,000 were killed, and 172,000 were wounded. The most famous victory of the Canadian corps was capturing the German position on Vimy Ridge, which had hitherto been unsuccesfully assaulted by British and French troops, and the victory was a turning point in the war. In gratitude, Vimy Ridge in France is now Canadian territory, and on it still stands, having survived WWII, one of the largest war memorials from the Great War. The battle that cost Canadians the most was the Battle of Passchendaele. The Canadians were successfull in capturing the German position on the ridge overlooking Ypres, Belgium, but 4,000 Canadians were killed and 12,000 wounded in the assault.

    Remembrance Day is a territorial holiday in Nunavut. I was somewhat surprised that the Inuit should commemorate a day in remembrance of a war fought in Europe, but I discovered that they too fought in the war. No one knows quite how many Inuit fought – although it is on record that 15 Inuit men from Laborador traveled thousands of kilometres just to enlist – as the Inuit did not then have the special status as the First Nations, but it is estimated that some 4000 First Nations, Inuit, and Metis fought. Their populations were much lower at the time, so 4000 is a high percentage. It is known that one third of the population of First Nations, whose status was recorded, did enlist, with some bands sending half their male population, serving amongst other Canadians in every theatre of war and taking part in every major battle, with 50 earning medals for distinguished bravery.

    This article talks about one of the Inuuk (singular of Inuit) recruits of WWI, who was the best sharpshooter in his unit: https://www.cbc.ca/news/indigenous/john-shiwak-inuk-war-hero-1.4391762
    ‘The First World War decimated the population of young men in Newfoundland and Labrador as the Royal Newfoundland Regiment was nearly wiped out during battles in France. To this day, the French towns of Beaumont-Hamel, Cambrai and Masnières have memorials dedicated to their sacrifice.

    “This truly speaks to how global the First World War really was,” Power said. “You can’t even imagine going from a community of a hundred people or less, where you knew everyone and everybody was family around you, to being one of millions of men in the British forces fighting in the most bloody conflict to date at the time.”

    On Nov. 20, 1917, John and six other members of his regiment were killed when the bridge they were fighting from was shelled. John’s death was felt across the regiment and word spread across the Commonwealth even being noted in Britain’s Daily Mail newspaper.

    “Sometimes people’s war records are pretty sparse. It will say they fought, but we don’t get the letters and condolences like we do for John Shiwak,” Power said. “There were a number of letters written about him and he was one of the ones that stood out. He was well-loved by everyone that wrote about him.”

    Capt. R. H. Tait with the Royal Newfoundland Regiment wrote to John’s family back in Labrador after his death.

    “His loss was keenly felt by the whole regiment, as he was a great favourite with all ranks, an excellent scout and observer and a thoroughly good and reliable fellow in every way,” Tait wrote.

    “[John] Shiwak will long be remembered by all who knew him.”

    His final resting place is unknown, but Shiwak’s name is remembered at the Royal Newfoundland Regiment Memorial at Beaumont-Hamel and at the war memorial in Bowring Park in St. John’s.’

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  23. As a child in Spartanburg, SC, I had a friend whose father died of wounds received in WWI.
    Elvera had two brothers who fought overseas in WWII, and a bro-in-law who was in France.
    An uncle of mine fought in N. Africa and Italy.
    Elvera was sorry about Argaree, but I think she has forgotten now.
    She and Polly are the only ones left of seven siblings. Polly is 81. t


  24. As I said many times before:
    I operated radios (voice, Morse code) in:
    Kelly AFB, San Antonio
    C-54’s to Thule out of Westover AFB, Mass.
    C-97’s to Europe out of Westover.
    B-29’s out of Dhahran, Saudi Arabia.

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  25. Kare, 9:42, yeah, it is silly. Our county officials don’t get it. Hubby complains they’re a bunch of city boys sitting behind desks making clueless rules for country-dwellers. That pretty well covers it.

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  26. I posted this the other day, thinking of Michelle, but not sure if she saw it. (Or if she would be able to listen to it, if interested. Are you flying today, Michelle?)

    Anyway, the program starts today at 4pm Central Time, and lasts an hour — a musical remembrance of WWI — live-streamed on Minnesota Public Radio. Link is within this article:


    On the program for Lest We Forget:

    A Medley of Popular Songs 1914-1918


    by Marcel Dupre

    by Ralph Vaughan Williams

    by Gustav Holst

    by Patrick Hawes


  27. Six: I notice recently that Ritz crackers are so crumbly that you can’t spread peanut butter on them anymore.
    I suspect someone in Washington had something to do with that.

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  28. Here’s a program I just listened to now. It’s 59 minutes, and can be listened to anytime. (Well, for as long as MPR keeps it on their website, which I don’t know it that’s indefinitely or not. Entitled “Armistice Day: Music From the Trenches,” story and song combine to commemorate the ending of WWI. “Flowers of the Forest” was the haunting program closer, with the sound of wind and bagpipes drawing the song to a close.



  29. The playlist for Armistice Day: Music From the Trenches:

    Ravel: Le Tombeau de Couperin
    City of London Sinfonia

    Holst: Ode to Death
    City of London Sinfonia; London Philharmonic Chorus

    Butterworth: “The Lads in Their Hundreds” from A Shropshire Lad
    Bryn Terfel, baritone; Malcolm Martineau, piano

    Farrar: Heroic Elegy
    Philharmonia Orchestra

    Britten: “Let Us Sleep Now” from War Requiem
    St. Cecilia Orchestra, Chorus and Children’s Choir; Anna Netrebko, soprano; Ian Bostridge, tenor; Thomas Hampson, baritone

    Traditional: “Flowers of the Forest”
    Isla St. Clair, vocals

    Roscuro, right before Flowers of the Forest, the program host mentioned Canada and their casualties in WWI, and how that song was significant in Remembrance Day observations. (Or something like that; I was doing other things while listening, and only half heard what the host said in that part. She said it better than I just did.) 🙂


  30. I’m not sure if I have a cold or if its allergies in all this windy weather we’re having. It’s cold and night, hot in the day. But I’ve been sneezing something awful and my nose & eyes are just running nonstop. (Alas, I noticed after church when I got into the Jeep that I had mascara smudges under both eyes, nice.)

    There’s some work going on next door with workers in and out of their kitchen door carrying wood; there’s an oven sitting on the driveway, may be old, may be new, but I like the colors — black, cream and copper. I think it’s old.

    Hmmm. Wonder what they’re doing in their house?


  31. My mother in law had all copper appliances in her kitchen…went with the wallpaper she had in there….a montage of coffee pots, tea pots and starbursts….quite lovely in the day I suppose… 😊


  32. Hahaha – mumsee – I won’t ask, but I am so very curious.

    Roscuro, I was surprised to find out a few years ago that Ontario doesn’t observe a statutory holiday on Remembrance Day. Pretty much every other province does. All three that I’ve lived in always have it as a stat.


  33. I ain’t sayin’ a word. No ma’am. Not me. I’m as quiet as a mouse.

    Now. When you come on here and tell us how they cuddle up in your bed and keep you warm and wake you in the morning with puppy 🐶 💋 kisses. I may and I ain’t sayin’ I will but I may 😂 laugh and ask how much they love their new mama.

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  34. Ok, we can’t have Kare being too curious. Daughter and son in law have graciously allowed us to keep their two dogs for the forseeable future. Seems Llasa Apsos don’t tolerate mandhandling by two year olds and nipped at my granddaughter twice, drawing blood from son in law when he intervened. They figured that is as close as they want to get to an injury. We had offered the first time and they took us up on it the second. Daughter has had the older one for eleven years, since getting done with college and setting up on her own. But her children come first. If, as the children become older, it is deemed safe for the dogs to return, we will happily return them.

    Meanwhile, they will be well loved here. I am putting the responsibility for them on the eleven year old. Eleven and twelve love dogs but twelve has a tough time with boundaries, he may get bit a couple of times before learning to slow down. He is allowed to be around them but has to play gently But he can’t have them in his room. She can and they will be allowed to sleep on her bed.

    And in the meantime, they seem to find my lap while in my chair quite cozy. I am trying to redirect them to husband’s lap. They are nice dogs and I don’t anticipate a problem.

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  35. 6, Flowers of the Forest is also known as the The Lament, and yes, it is played every Remembrance Day by a lone piper, as it is the official lament of the Canadian Forces for fallen soldiers.

    Those lists of composers are appropriate for Armistice day, as several took an active role in WWI. Vaughan Williams, although he was in his forties, laid aside his compositions and voluntarily served in the trenches of France – he survived to write patriotic music for propaganda films in WWII. Butterworth, a promising young composer, was killed in the Battle of the Somme in 1915. Farrar, another promising composer, was killed in 1918. Ravel was too fragile for military service, but he served as an ambulance driver – each section of his Tombeau de Couperin was dedicated to friends killed in the war – and it has been suggested that his experiences contributes to the degenerative disease that he died of in the mid 1930s. The classical music station I grew up listening to used to play their music on Remembrance Day, and tell their stories.


  36. I had heard that about Ravel, Roscuro — that he’d served as an ambulance driver. I didn’t know until today, though, that Butterworth had been killed in the war.

    I’m listening to the live stream now of the Lest We Forget program. They just started Hawes’ The Great War Symphony. It’s the world premiere of it. The four movements are entitled Praeludium, March, Elegy, and Finale.

    Oh, my, now they’re singing Onward Christian Soldiers. I’m going to start crying now. My grandmother would sometimes come down to the basement while I was practicing piano in my youth (the piano was at her house, next door) and have me play Onward Christian Soldiers. She’d sing, and her voice would crack, the tears flowing down her face, remembering her older son, my dad’s brother, who died in WWII.


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  37. Concert’s done. Now time to head down the road to a live concert I can attend. 🙂

    The community/historical arts building where I perform a few times a year is also having a Veteran’s Day / World War I remembrance concert tonight. Some ensembles, soloists, a poetry reading, and an audience singalong are featured.

    Have I written enough about music this weekend? 😉

    Have a good night. I’m pretty sure I will. 🙂


  38. Peter, do they also align correctly other days and times? (Obviously they must.) Time is not quite that perfect or we wouldn’t need leap year every four years, so is there a risk that over time that neat trick will no longer work on the right time?


  39. Not to worry, Kizzie, they would not have been put down. Too many family members who would have taken them. We were the ones chosen.


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