AJ. You are correct. (I started to say, “The problem is….”, but it isn’t a problem.
Elvera says I’m too technical. But technical isn’t the problem. I have an engineer’s brain. That is, everything has to be for something. But I understand the need for art.
At Carolina, I had a friend, Leroy D. (in the next room) who was an artist. I have one of his pictures hanging on my wall. “The sad little mouse”. But he taught me the difference between my thinking and his.
My thinking is the type that makes things work.
His type of thinking makes things interesting, or fun.
The world needs both. We shouldn’t get in the way of each other.
Phos. I said here a few days ago that this is the longest time in over 70 years that I have not been in church.
But we don’t attend the outdoor service our church has. Chuck said there were 75 people there last Sunday. But sitting on lawn chairs beside the car is not the same.
We will wait until this is over, whenever that is.
We are in the most affected group and we have enough problems already.
Chas, on art vs. engineering, the best results are when the two are combined. A building that combines engineering and architecture is a thing of beauty.
Phos and Michelle are correct there. When the two understand and get along it usually turns out well.
That’s the reason I left decisions abut decorating, etc. to Elvera. But she is a “practical” person too.
I am the least artistic person I know. My stick people don’t look like stick people. I can do a pretty good flower with sidewalk chalk for Little Miss, but realize that at 2 she will soon be better than I am. Writing freezes me up. I am terrified to write almost anything due to criticisms in school and college. One professor told me I knew the material I just couldn’t write about it and sent me to the Writing Lab–all of his tests were essays. Writing emails for work is painful. I have also told you the only musical instrument I play is the radio.
All that to say, none of my shortcomings dims my appreciation of all three.
Morning! I suppose the sculpture with a mask is supposed to convey a message of some sort.
My engineer husband tries to explain things to me alllll the time….I get a glazed look upon my face and sometimes….sometimes…he will stop. I’m telling you at times it causes physical pain to my brain!! Truly there are times I just want to cry! 😂
I enjoyed Bible study last night. But realized this group is so close that I don’t feel a part. I am struggling with depression with all of this being at home. Today I am driving to Tahoe to hike and have lunch with some friends. Being able to see the lake and mountains should help. The others in my group could not understand that I have been alone so much. Our county has no new cases and had very few. It is just hard to connect with anyone.
Second sent me a link of a similar themed photo that made me chuckle. It was a statue of Thucydides being sprayed with disinfectant. Thucydides was a survivor of the Plague of Athens who wrote a famous account of it in his History of the Peloponessian Wars.
Jo, I know the kind of loneliness you are talking about. I made friends at the city church and they were very kind to me whenever I had occassion to interact with them, but I was always standing at the edge of their circles, looking in. I spent, outside of the necessary contacts at school, the vast majority of my time doing everything alone – eating, shopping, walking, taking the bus – surrounded by people and yet completely alone. Some days, I would feel like my cup of loneliness was brimful and couldn’t possibly hold anymore, the ache for real companionship was so strong.
I have never worked at a race track. Those metal sculptures are along the North Central Rail Trail in Hanover Junction, Pennsylvania. There’s information there about the role the area played in the Civil War. I took the picture because of the mask. You may notice that he’s also holding a water bottle.
One of the hardest parts of this isolation is the isolation. My life has been comprised of connection with intimate friends. Sitting at a table or on sofas and conversing, praying and trying to solve the problems of the world over a cup of coffee…😊 I don’t hug everyone but I am a hugger of friends. I felt “out of the loop” for most of this time. I did take a short walk with my neighbor last evening before zooming with our small group and it was good to have a taste of being back in the groove. I am not a person desiring to be in larger groups of people but for the most part I do believe we were created for fellowship. Hoping your day out is a refreshing to the soul for you Jo ❤️
I have no “engineering” in my brain, which is why I couldn’t put the ceiling lamp back together again. So I had to endure Real Estate Guy’s covid-19 tirade to get that done. 🙂
He sent me a pointed text last night showing the number of deaths from the flu. I didn’t respond. Let him have the last word.
It’s RK who works at the track sometimes.
I have a fairly easy story to do today, I think. I feel like I’ve just hit the wall with all of this covid-19 coverage, it’s pretty much all we write about. Now it’s stories about all the reopening drama.
The knee feels better again this morning, but it seems to stiffen up as the day goes on; I try to be as easy as I can on it but did have to go to Lowe’s last night to pick up some light bulbs for the front room ceiling fan fixture, those have been out for “a while” (embarrassed to say how long).
I need a couple decent dining chairs, I love my rickety antique ones but they aren’t really all that comfortable for long stretches. I like the sturdy ladder-back chairs on sale at pottery barn, I think if I can buy just 2 of those I’ll be set — 2 comfortable dining chairs, 3 rustic, antique chairs from eras and family past. With no dinner parties in for foreseeable future, it should work.
But we’re still waiting to hear if there’s any really bad news coming out of “corporate” this month or next.
Friend texted me this morning, she’s not a believer (but thinks she is because she grew up on the church; her favorite phrase is let go & let God) and has ongoing feuds with a couple of her neighbors (this is in a mobile home park). Guess there was some kind of complaint from one or both of the neighbors about her invasive shrubbery and unkept flower beds that prompted a notice from management, so she’s having the gardener come and rip everything out.
I can’t imagine feuding with your neighbors, to the point that she plots when to come and go so she won’t have to “run into” any of them.
Hubby was more of a common sense, practical type of person than I am. One of the things that sticks out in my memory is when he and I were at a Target-type of store to buy a thermos for coffee for when I would host our church’s ladies Bible studies. (I would make regular coffee and decaf, with one of them in the thermos.)
He insisted that we buy the standard steel-looking thermos, and I wanted to buy one that looked like a pretty, nicely shaped carafe. He pointed out that the thermos was sturdier and held more liquid than the pretty carafe. I held my ground, and he relented, since it was for my use.
That carafe is close to 30 years old now, and Nightingale uses it for her tea sometimes. And it looks pretty on the counter. 🙂
This is a story that I’m pretty sure I’ve told before. One day Hubby and I were discussing how he was common-sense-smart and I was more book-smart. As we had this discussion, I was trying to push an office chair with wheels out of our room, but was having trouble getting it over the bump of the threshold to the room.
“I would just pick it up,” Hubby noted, which also illustrated what we had just been talking about. 😀
I once had a housemate who wanted to be a “working actress” (someone who made a living from acting). I googled her recently, and her “resume” was the same as when I lived with her in the early nineties: the voice of a secondary character in an animated movie. She also took roles in haunted houses in the fall, and she cleaned businesses while she waited to be discovered.
She once was listing people she knew who were “artists,” and she included herself. And I thought (but didn’t say), “How does wanting to be an actress make you an ‘artist’?” The funny thing to me at the time is that I was actually making a living in my own chosen field, the written word, and had been published here and there, but she didn’t include me in the artists she knew. (Not all writing is art, anyway, but then neither is all acting–and both only make it to “art” by a rather broad definition.)
The intersection of science and art is a place where I feel comfortable. I want to take photos that show things as they actually are (not made unrecognizable in Photoshop), but that are visually attractive; likewise with my writing, I want it to be accurate, but written in a way that is interesting to read.
Ah but I would say your were the more practical one with the pretty thermos…ugly gets shoved away in a cabinet or the basement (that is where ours is at the moment)…pretty is left out to be seen and used in a regular manner 😊
One of our reporters at our sister paper in OC (he used to be with us, now the papers are merged in this constantly changing media environment) worked on film scripts in his spare time. It took years, but he finally broke through and has had a couple of them produced (with some well-known actors). It’s still his sideline gig but has paid off over time. He’s an excellent writer, by the way.
I remember he and I having a discussion in the old newsroom once about same sex marriage, back in the days when it was first showing up (but still being defeated) at the ballot box in California, late 1990s or early 2000s?). When I mentioned being opposed to same-sex marriage, he swung around in his chair, gave me an unnerving, laser stare, and said, “I suppose you’d say that’s because it would go against God?”
I feel back in action today–and I survived my bi-weekly visit to the grocery store. $$$$$$$
I don’t know if it was the heat or the fact I was fasting yesterday, but I did not feel well most of the day. I managed to hold out to eat dinner and then I went to bed for 11 hours.
Hopefully, I’ll get some work done today before it gets too hot up here in my office (96 yesterday, expected as high today, 92 tomorrow, and back to normal on Friday. I harvested the lettuce early this morning before it bolts).
My engineer has finally determined it’s time to swap out my (new) laptop computer for the (1- year-old) tower downstairs–which has more power and hopefully will stop turning off at will. Or whatever this laptop is doing.
When he made all these very good changes for me computer-wise in January, he may not have realized how much I push a computer through with my data and needing two screens to write effectively.
And, why would I need a camera?
So, now that the camera finally arrived after 4 weeks on backorder, he’s raring to go to reconfigure my computer system yet again.
I’m thankful for all the work he has put into this, but now that I’m 3/4 done writing the book, I’m loathe to start over with another system.
“What could go wrong?” he asked this morning. “Just put on a flash drive what is most important and if there’s a problem setting everything up, you’ll have it.”
Our neighbor across the street is a very friendly man and knows everyone. He’s also in bad shape physically and can scarcely walk anymore. His nine-year-old sidekick German Shepherd is also not long for this world.
He sits in a chair in his garage with Roxy beside him to watch the world go by. After spending all afternoon on Saturday with my computer, I retrieved the mail, then went over to visit.
He and his wife have come up with a solution for his boredom–he’ll make birdhouses. Sounds like a great idea, and he’s enthusiastic–which he hasn’t been in some months.
“The problem is,” he explained, “There are no yard sales anymore. I can’t find an old computer chair so I can roll around in here while I work.” (A tactic admission he’s not doing well physically).
I sympathized and thought I could try on FB. But on Monday, while driving over to see Hillary, we passed a house that had two computer chairs sitting out front with a sign saying “free.”
I tried them both out and we brought one home for Pete. He was nearly in tears, so joyful when we rolled it over. As was his wife the next morning when she waved me down.
It’s the small things–and certainly easy–that can make such a difference.
I’m thankful we got lost going the backway to Hillary’s house and could find a simple gift for a kind man. I don’t think he’s 70 yet.
I did 4 hours of CE sitting in front of this computer. I am currently locked out of Acrobat and am sitting here waiting for online chat to get to me.
I am taking a class through Win Make Give on Wealth. It is usually a $599 class and the guy is giving it away free right now. I am on Day 2. I listened to the podcast this morning and now need to do my homework. Mr P has promised he will listen to it too.
This afternoon I have to go chaperone my friend M. She has a photographer coming over to discuss taking some photos for a cookbook but she is a widow and he is single and well….he’s odd. He squeezes my shoulders at a monthly event. He doesn’t make me uncomfortable when he does it but I am also in a crowd. It might make me uncomfortable if we were alone.
There is another guy at the monthly center event who volunteers. He is tall and 74ish. He spends winters here and goes back to PA in the summer. Last year when he was saying goodbye he was standing beside me, side hugged me and kissed me on top of my head. My dad always called that a “top knot”. No one had done that since my father died. I walked on a cloud for a week, it was so spontaneous and sweet.
Once, a long time ago — 1994 or 95– my father and I argued. We were not speaking. I had to go on a business trip so on the way to the airport I stopped at his house, knocked on the back door (I had a key and had NEVER knocked), he opened the door, I bent over slightly and told him he may kiss me on top of the head in case I DIED!. He kissed the top of my head and I went to the airport. That was all. When I got home we were speaking again.
The space program has done great things for us. Mapping, weather, communication, many other things.
And the initial space exploration required men in orbit.
But with present technology, I see no reason to put a man (person) in orbit.
Putting a human in space requires an expensive support system and is no longer necessary.
So much for my easy day, spent all morning calling around to different churches about their plans this Sunday (new county rule passed yesterday allows churches under 100 to gather under CDC spacing rules). Had a nice post-interview chat with the pastor at Michelle’s former church. We agreed the nation needs a spiritual revival. ASAP.
I’m anticipating my Saturday rant. But:
It’s all the fault of (whatshisname) who killed Kennedy.
Kennedy ,in a speech set a goal of going to the moon “in this decade”
Nobody paid any attention to it until he was killed.
That made Kennedy, who was mediocre at best, a great president and as a nation we picked up the challenge.
We made it.
As I said: The space program is highly beneficial to us.
But we have had enough of the moon and Mars.
As I told Chuck. “If we discovered gold on the moon, it wouldn’t pay to mine it.”
I still haven’t been able to connect with my doctor. I have a knee brace but it causes more pain.
Chas, But, but, but …. We don’t know what we’re looking for, let alone what we’ll be looking for or needing to harness or make use of 20-50-100 years from now. Exploration opens up new vistas and we discover things we never knew we needed!
Turned in way too much copy from speaking to 4 churches & 1 synagogue about reopening in-person services.
Someone else at one of our far northern-LA County papers is putting it together w/other submissions as well. I gave him way too much copy, always frustrating because I know most of it won’t get used.
Ah, but I see you (Chas) are in favor of the space program.
Still, revisiting the moon also could bring new openings we hadn’t seen before. We change, the moon even changes.
I had to move into the back office, working at the dining room table — as I have been doing for the past several days mostly — is now killing my neck and shoulders.
I don’t recall any change in the moon.
The space launch scheduled for today has been scrubbed due to weather.
Try again Saturday.
I am not opposed to a space program. I see no reason to put a man up there. They have instruments that do not require the logistics that a human requires. The only thing a man can do is get in the way.
But only a human can see the need to say:
We are now approaching lunar sunrise, and for all the people back on Earth, the crew of Apollo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you.
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness…..
FB refused to allow me to paste a quote from today’s Streams in the Desert, saying it “violated community standards”
It didn’t even mention God, but did refer to the Holy Spirit. I don’t know what I was violating.
I tried just typing in the quotes myself, but that still violated their standards.
I now see Twitter has decided to make itself the censor of the world–thus opening making itself a “publisher” rather than a “forum” which could mean it becoming sue-able for liable.
I, myself, was banned by Twitter for a few weeks for no reason whatsoever.
Strange world.
Lettie, meanwhile, is on her way to Cuba. Ooh, maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned the C-nation?
The cousin whom I mentioned as having grey hair as a teen aspired to be an actress, and even went to acting school for a time. She still has that talent and has used it in minor theatrics for church ministry, but now works in a bank and excels in it. Much of my mother’s side of the family is like that, artistically talented, but working practically.My maternal great grandfather, who was wounded and a POW in WWI, was like that. There wasn’t an instrument he couldn’t teach himself to play, but his profession was a watchmaker. His son-in-law, my maternal grandfather, was also like that, being a talented gardener, but working in a car factory. Several of my cousins are good at the visual arts, several are good at music, and not a few talented with words, but they are also quite practical people. The most musically talented of my cousins works as a caregiver in a group home, the most artistically talented of my cousins teaches her children at home, and the most linguistically skilled cousin does the same. So, even though I have musical and writing abilities, and have been encouraged to pursue a career in those things by those who taught me, it was natural for me to pursue a practical profession. Nursing is an extremely practical field, with lots of scientific processes underpinning all that we do. But nursing is also an art, as it requires more than scientific knowledge to be able to adjust those processes to the needs of different individuals under different circumstances. Practical skills figure out how to make things work, but artists know how to relate to the human experience. Both are needed when serving human needs.
NASA TV, Science Channel, and Nat’l Geo Channel were airing it live until it was scrubbed. I’d guess they’re doing it again on Saturday now. I plan to watch. 🙂
I never have trouble sharing Scripture quotes on FB, Michelle, and one of the pastors in my family also has no trouble doing the same. Computer algorithms are just not very good screening tools. ‘Smart’ technology isn’t as smart as people like to think.
I can see reason for the first man on the moon, to take samples in order to understand to nature of the second great light if humanity. But there is no value in continuing to do so, particularly not with unmet human need on earth. And, given the expense and danger, going to Mars is an unconscionable waste of precious resources.
If I could “Like” phos’ comment I would.
They haven’t described the effort it would take to put a man on Mars yet.
We need mars orbiters for mapping. We need to send men around and back in order to see if there is a safe landing place.
Lots of stuff and billions of dollars.
With no payback.
We won’t make a nickel from it.
This is what FB described as violating “Community standards.” I guess God was mentioned. 😦
“Bring them here to me,” he replied. (Matt 14:18)
Are you encompassed with needs at this very moment, and almost overwhelmed with difficulties, trials, and emergencies? These are all divinely provided vessels for the Holy Spirit to fill, and if you but rightly understood their meaning, they would become opportunities for receiving new blessings and deliverances which you can get in no other way.
Bring these vessels to God. Hold them steadily before Him in faith and prayer. Keep still, and stop your own restless working until He begins to work. Do nothing that He does not Himself command you to do. Give Him a chance to work, and He will surely do so; and the very trials that threatened to overcome you with discouragement and disaster, will become God’s opportunity for the revelation of His grace and glory in your life, as you have never known Him before. “Bring them (all needs) to me.”
—A. B. Simpson
My dad could paint very well, and I have a couple of his paintings here. But he gave it up as he had to pour himself into providing for his family. His recreation after that was vastly remodeling the homes we lived in.
Nightingale is a wonderful cook and baker. She is so good at decorating cakes that she has been hired to make cakes or cupcakes for friends, as well as a couple events. But she knows that if she did it for a living, it wouldn’t be as fun.
When I was in school, I thought I would be a writer when I grew up. I had more than one English teacher encourage me in that, and one said she expected to read me as a published author someday. Well, I never did pursue that as I had to make a living for myself after high school, and then I had a family to raise, and then God brought people into my life who needed a caregiver (my MIL, my own mother, and now Boy). But God has used my meager writing gift to encourage some people, and to chronicle a couple life events.
Kizzie, my sister has done a lot with cooking and baking, and was happy to win a recipe contest (second place) in a cooking magazine. She once said that all our family has artistic talent (several in my family have made their living by painting, and a bunch of us are published authors) and that cooking is her artistic outlet. I found that interesting. (Now she makes soap.)
I did a speech in college about the benefits of the space program. It was a debate and I took the side of it being of benefit to society. I was very surprised to read about all the inventions that came out of it.
Remember in the 1980s when you’d order something from a catalog (say CBD) and they’d tell you six to eight weeks and it felt like forever? Or at least it did for me; I was a teenager and we rarely ordered by mail.
About three months ago, a company in Australia from which I occasionally order announced it was going out of business (not COVID related) and they put items on clearance a few at a time. I ordered two products, but they had two addresses for me in their system, and somehow it got sent to my old address (which means I’ll probably never receive it–and then the item that interested me more of those two was no longer available).
Five and a half weeks ago I placed a fairly large order, knowing that COVID might well slow down delivery, but I’d simply have to wait. Basically, try to forget I ordered anything and then one day it would come.
Only yesterday my husband told me it was flagged on his USPS daily e-mail as arriving in the day’s mail. Well, our mailperson delivers Monday’s mail (or Tuesday after a mail holiday) something like 8:00 p.m., so I waited several hours (and checked it once, too early), and when the mail finally did come, it was only the advertising circulars. So my husband looked at the tracking, and it told him it would arrive “late” but by 8:00 p.m. At 9:00 it was still saying that, and then it changed to being en route. I figured it would arrive today, but after I saw the mailperson, I checked our mailbox and it was empty. I saw a mail truck leave our condo development at least three more times during the afternoon/evening, and finally checked the mail again–still nothing.
Nothing that I ordered is stuff I can’t live without. It’s cardmaking supplies, and I already have a lot–but this was my last chance to order from them, they have good materials, and it was a good price. And if this second package gets lost in the mail somehow, I can’t reorder.
Almost everything about our move has been positive. Post office service in our new home is definitely an exception.
We don’t have a need to send a man to Mars. Desire, yes. For what? Trillions of $ spent on a mission that would take five to ten years, most of that going and returning. How much food, water and oxygen would need to be on that space vessel? How big would it need to be?
No, fix the problems we have here before we go mess up another planet.
But I do remember my Iowa grandmother complaining about the trip to the moon, she could not understand why everyone was so interested in such folly. lol
I just received the 3 rolls of washable but also disposable tear-off dish cloths I ordered in March, at the beginning of the lockdown when paper towels were impossible to find.
I’ve since been able to order paper towels, but the dish cloths, the paper towel alternative I’d found but had forgotten about, finally reached me today.
DJ, remember the company is going out of business. But in my experience, post office “tracking” is laughably bad. It will probably just show up in the next day or two, but it is frustrating after waiting so long (and having one order misdelivered and the money wasted) and seeing it on tracking for yesterday to have it still not show up today. The reality is, arriving today would have been a distraction anyway–but it was supposed to be here yesterday, and that was a long enough wait! (It’s usually about three to four weeks to get something from there, as I recall, but I did figure it would probably take a bit longer to get an international order these days.)
It’ll probably get there, but might be good to reach out to the company anyway, if they have an email that’s still good. I’d think if they still have orders outstanding that someone would be around to handle those loose ends.
19k steps, almost 8 and 1/2 miles. We took the path from Incline Village to Sand Harbor. I felt strong and was able to do it. I worried it might be too much so we stopped before we quite got there.
The mountains and lake were glorious. I decided to go to Costco in Reno afterwards and the drive over the almost 9,000 foot summit was also just beautiful The Sierras are impressive. And just enough snow left to show it off.
Coming back they had closed Interstate 80, yes the one that goes to New Jersey, and had everyone taking Highway 20, which was my route. God had shown me that that was happening last night as I came home from Bible study on 20. As I joined 20 there was a very long line of trucks coming down the hill. So I figured that 80 must be closed.
I feel like Dj here as I sit with the door and some windows open trying to cool it down. Though it is only 75 in here. I turned on the ceiling fan in the bedroom. Can’t figure out how to get the fan on the furnace to work, without the heat.
We’re cooling down some more — it was only in the middish 70s this week I think, but looks like temps are going down to 68-70 or so for the next several days. May Gray. The longer the cooler weather lasts, the better in my mind — we always get plenty of hot weather later in the season. Delaying it as much as possible is a good thing. lol
Cool southern breeze from the ocean sends my inside temps plummeting to 70 or so within an hour after opening the double casement windows up.
Wandering Views 
Is the man real? The horse obviously isn’t.
It’s a pretty scene, but I don’t get it.
Good morning everyone.
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No. The man is a sculpture of recycled materials too.
It’s art, you’re not supposed to “get it”….. 🙂
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Some excellent thoughts regarding reopening church: https://www.challies.com/articles/safest-place-for-the-weakest-people/
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AJ. You are correct. (I started to say, “The problem is….”, but it isn’t a problem.
Elvera says I’m too technical. But technical isn’t the problem. I have an engineer’s brain. That is, everything has to be for something. But I understand the need for art.
At Carolina, I had a friend, Leroy D. (in the next room) who was an artist. I have one of his pictures hanging on my wall. “The sad little mouse”. But he taught me the difference between my thinking and his.
My thinking is the type that makes things work.
His type of thinking makes things interesting, or fun.
The world needs both. We shouldn’t get in the way of each other.
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Chas, I assume that this piece of art is from the racetrack where Linda works sometimes. Also, someone put a mask on the person.
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Phos. I said here a few days ago that this is the longest time in over 70 years that I have not been in church.
But we don’t attend the outdoor service our church has. Chuck said there were 75 people there last Sunday. But sitting on lawn chairs beside the car is not the same.
We will wait until this is over, whenever that is.
We are in the most affected group and we have enough problems already.
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I noticed the mask, Cheryl.
We can’t be too careful, ?
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Wow. I was looking at the pic and then read the text: the header is from Kizzie’s Mother’s Day meal. Whew. Time to start over.
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Chas, on art vs. engineering, the best results are when the two are combined. A building that combines engineering and architecture is a thing of beauty.
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That would be my husband and me: an engineer married to a writer/musician.
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Phos and Michelle are correct there. When the two understand and get along it usually turns out well.
That’s the reason I left decisions abut decorating, etc. to Elvera. But she is a “practical” person too.
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I am the least artistic person I know. My stick people don’t look like stick people. I can do a pretty good flower with sidewalk chalk for Little Miss, but realize that at 2 she will soon be better than I am. Writing freezes me up. I am terrified to write almost anything due to criticisms in school and college. One professor told me I knew the material I just couldn’t write about it and sent me to the Writing Lab–all of his tests were essays. Writing emails for work is painful. I have also told you the only musical instrument I play is the radio.
All that to say, none of my shortcomings dims my appreciation of all three.
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Your writing must have improved a lot then, Kim.
I like the horse and his admirer.
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Morning! I suppose the sculpture with a mask is supposed to convey a message of some sort.
My engineer husband tries to explain things to me alllll the time….I get a glazed look upon my face and sometimes….sometimes…he will stop. I’m telling you at times it causes physical pain to my brain!! Truly there are times I just want to cry! 😂
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I enjoyed Bible study last night. But realized this group is so close that I don’t feel a part. I am struggling with depression with all of this being at home. Today I am driving to Tahoe to hike and have lunch with some friends. Being able to see the lake and mountains should help. The others in my group could not understand that I have been alone so much. Our county has no new cases and had very few. It is just hard to connect with anyone.
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Second sent me a link of a similar themed photo that made me chuckle. It was a statue of Thucydides being sprayed with disinfectant. Thucydides was a survivor of the Plague of Athens who wrote a famous account of it in his History of the Peloponessian Wars.
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Jo, I know the kind of loneliness you are talking about. I made friends at the city church and they were very kind to me whenever I had occassion to interact with them, but I was always standing at the edge of their circles, looking in. I spent, outside of the necessary contacts at school, the vast majority of my time doing everything alone – eating, shopping, walking, taking the bus – surrounded by people and yet completely alone. Some days, I would feel like my cup of loneliness was brimful and couldn’t possibly hold anymore, the ache for real companionship was so strong.
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I have never worked at a race track. Those metal sculptures are along the North Central Rail Trail in Hanover Junction, Pennsylvania. There’s information there about the role the area played in the Civil War. I took the picture because of the mask. You may notice that he’s also holding a water bottle.
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One of the hardest parts of this isolation is the isolation. My life has been comprised of connection with intimate friends. Sitting at a table or on sofas and conversing, praying and trying to solve the problems of the world over a cup of coffee…😊 I don’t hug everyone but I am a hugger of friends. I felt “out of the loop” for most of this time. I did take a short walk with my neighbor last evening before zooming with our small group and it was good to have a taste of being back in the groove. I am not a person desiring to be in larger groups of people but for the most part I do believe we were created for fellowship. Hoping your day out is a refreshing to the soul for you Jo ❤️
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Linda, after I wrote that I thought wait, Linda isn’t the one who works at a racetrack . . .
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I have no “engineering” in my brain, which is why I couldn’t put the ceiling lamp back together again. So I had to endure Real Estate Guy’s covid-19 tirade to get that done. 🙂
He sent me a pointed text last night showing the number of deaths from the flu. I didn’t respond. Let him have the last word.
It’s RK who works at the track sometimes.
I have a fairly easy story to do today, I think. I feel like I’ve just hit the wall with all of this covid-19 coverage, it’s pretty much all we write about. Now it’s stories about all the reopening drama.
The knee feels better again this morning, but it seems to stiffen up as the day goes on; I try to be as easy as I can on it but did have to go to Lowe’s last night to pick up some light bulbs for the front room ceiling fan fixture, those have been out for “a while” (embarrassed to say how long).
I need a couple decent dining chairs, I love my rickety antique ones but they aren’t really all that comfortable for long stretches. I like the sturdy ladder-back chairs on sale at pottery barn, I think if I can buy just 2 of those I’ll be set — 2 comfortable dining chairs, 3 rustic, antique chairs from eras and family past. With no dinner parties in for foreseeable future, it should work.
But we’re still waiting to hear if there’s any really bad news coming out of “corporate” this month or next.
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Linda rides bikes, not horses.
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Friend texted me this morning, she’s not a believer (but thinks she is because she grew up on the church; her favorite phrase is let go & let God) and has ongoing feuds with a couple of her neighbors (this is in a mobile home park). Guess there was some kind of complaint from one or both of the neighbors about her invasive shrubbery and unkept flower beds that prompted a notice from management, so she’s having the gardener come and rip everything out.
I can’t imagine feuding with your neighbors, to the point that she plots when to come and go so she won’t have to “run into” any of them.
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*in not on the church
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Hubby was more of a common sense, practical type of person than I am. One of the things that sticks out in my memory is when he and I were at a Target-type of store to buy a thermos for coffee for when I would host our church’s ladies Bible studies. (I would make regular coffee and decaf, with one of them in the thermos.)
He insisted that we buy the standard steel-looking thermos, and I wanted to buy one that looked like a pretty, nicely shaped carafe. He pointed out that the thermos was sturdier and held more liquid than the pretty carafe. I held my ground, and he relented, since it was for my use.
That carafe is close to 30 years old now, and Nightingale uses it for her tea sometimes. And it looks pretty on the counter. 🙂
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This is a story that I’m pretty sure I’ve told before. One day Hubby and I were discussing how he was common-sense-smart and I was more book-smart. As we had this discussion, I was trying to push an office chair with wheels out of our room, but was having trouble getting it over the bump of the threshold to the room.
“I would just pick it up,” Hubby noted, which also illustrated what we had just been talking about. 😀
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I have no engineering in my makeup, either.
I once had a housemate who wanted to be a “working actress” (someone who made a living from acting). I googled her recently, and her “resume” was the same as when I lived with her in the early nineties: the voice of a secondary character in an animated movie. She also took roles in haunted houses in the fall, and she cleaned businesses while she waited to be discovered.
She once was listing people she knew who were “artists,” and she included herself. And I thought (but didn’t say), “How does wanting to be an actress make you an ‘artist’?” The funny thing to me at the time is that I was actually making a living in my own chosen field, the written word, and had been published here and there, but she didn’t include me in the artists she knew. (Not all writing is art, anyway, but then neither is all acting–and both only make it to “art” by a rather broad definition.)
The intersection of science and art is a place where I feel comfortable. I want to take photos that show things as they actually are (not made unrecognizable in Photoshop), but that are visually attractive; likewise with my writing, I want it to be accurate, but written in a way that is interesting to read.
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Ah but I would say your were the more practical one with the pretty thermos…ugly gets shoved away in a cabinet or the basement (that is where ours is at the moment)…pretty is left out to be seen and used in a regular manner 😊
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Yes, on pretty thermos. I love things that last and will be appreciated long after they were made or purchased.
When I try to pick up my wheeled, wooden office chair (yeah, it’s an antique) the wheels just fall off lol
Which creates another problem.
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One of our reporters at our sister paper in OC (he used to be with us, now the papers are merged in this constantly changing media environment) worked on film scripts in his spare time. It took years, but he finally broke through and has had a couple of them produced (with some well-known actors). It’s still his sideline gig but has paid off over time. He’s an excellent writer, by the way.
I remember he and I having a discussion in the old newsroom once about same sex marriage, back in the days when it was first showing up (but still being defeated) at the ballot box in California, late 1990s or early 2000s?). When I mentioned being opposed to same-sex marriage, he swung around in his chair, gave me an unnerving, laser stare, and said, “I suppose you’d say that’s because it would go against God?”
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I feel back in action today–and I survived my bi-weekly visit to the grocery store. $$$$$$$
I don’t know if it was the heat or the fact I was fasting yesterday, but I did not feel well most of the day. I managed to hold out to eat dinner and then I went to bed for 11 hours.
Hopefully, I’ll get some work done today before it gets too hot up here in my office (96 yesterday, expected as high today, 92 tomorrow, and back to normal on Friday. I harvested the lettuce early this morning before it bolts).
My engineer has finally determined it’s time to swap out my (new) laptop computer for the (1- year-old) tower downstairs–which has more power and hopefully will stop turning off at will. Or whatever this laptop is doing.
When he made all these very good changes for me computer-wise in January, he may not have realized how much I push a computer through with my data and needing two screens to write effectively.
And, why would I need a camera?
So, now that the camera finally arrived after 4 weeks on backorder, he’s raring to go to reconfigure my computer system yet again.
I’m thankful for all the work he has put into this, but now that I’m 3/4 done writing the book, I’m loathe to start over with another system.
“What could go wrong?” he asked this morning. “Just put on a flash drive what is most important and if there’s a problem setting everything up, you’ll have it.”
I want to believe him. I trust him. I’m afraid.
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I got it Linda. Must be a PA thing….. 😉
But I did mistake the water bottle for a coffee cup. 🙂
Love the tricycle and bike frames in the horse too. I enjoy the work of folks with that kind of repurposing/upcycling talent.
We have some similar stuff here, with the trail, though nothing as nice as your horse.
Like I said, must be a PA thing. 🙂
https://karlstirnerartstrail.org/
We did do mules around here, because of our canal heritage corridors throughout multiple counties in both states. That was quite popular.
Your’s has bikes and a tricycle made into a horse, our’s has one that’s a mule made into a tricycle. 🙂
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Fun story from over the weekend.
Our neighbor across the street is a very friendly man and knows everyone. He’s also in bad shape physically and can scarcely walk anymore. His nine-year-old sidekick German Shepherd is also not long for this world.
He sits in a chair in his garage with Roxy beside him to watch the world go by. After spending all afternoon on Saturday with my computer, I retrieved the mail, then went over to visit.
He and his wife have come up with a solution for his boredom–he’ll make birdhouses. Sounds like a great idea, and he’s enthusiastic–which he hasn’t been in some months.
“The problem is,” he explained, “There are no yard sales anymore. I can’t find an old computer chair so I can roll around in here while I work.” (A tactic admission he’s not doing well physically).
I sympathized and thought I could try on FB. But on Monday, while driving over to see Hillary, we passed a house that had two computer chairs sitting out front with a sign saying “free.”
I tried them both out and we brought one home for Pete. He was nearly in tears, so joyful when we rolled it over. As was his wife the next morning when she waved me down.
It’s the small things–and certainly easy–that can make such a difference.
I’m thankful we got lost going the backway to Hillary’s house and could find a simple gift for a kind man. I don’t think he’s 70 yet.
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I did 4 hours of CE sitting in front of this computer. I am currently locked out of Acrobat and am sitting here waiting for online chat to get to me.
I am taking a class through Win Make Give on Wealth. It is usually a $599 class and the guy is giving it away free right now. I am on Day 2. I listened to the podcast this morning and now need to do my homework. Mr P has promised he will listen to it too.
This afternoon I have to go chaperone my friend M. She has a photographer coming over to discuss taking some photos for a cookbook but she is a widow and he is single and well….he’s odd. He squeezes my shoulders at a monthly event. He doesn’t make me uncomfortable when he does it but I am also in a crowd. It might make me uncomfortable if we were alone.
There is another guy at the monthly center event who volunteers. He is tall and 74ish. He spends winters here and goes back to PA in the summer. Last year when he was saying goodbye he was standing beside me, side hugged me and kissed me on top of my head. My dad always called that a “top knot”. No one had done that since my father died. I walked on a cloud for a week, it was so spontaneous and sweet.
Once, a long time ago — 1994 or 95– my father and I argued. We were not speaking. I had to go on a business trip so on the way to the airport I stopped at his house, knocked on the back door (I had a key and had NEVER knocked), he opened the door, I bent over slightly and told him he may kiss me on top of the head in case I DIED!. He kissed the top of my head and I went to the airport. That was all. When I got home we were speaking again.
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I’m from Californian and I thought it was a latte
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The space program has done great things for us. Mapping, weather, communication, many other things.
And the initial space exploration required men in orbit.
But with present technology, I see no reason to put a man (person) in orbit.
Putting a human in space requires an expensive support system and is no longer necessary.
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*California
So much for my easy day, spent all morning calling around to different churches about their plans this Sunday (new county rule passed yesterday allows churches under 100 to gather under CDC spacing rules). Had a nice post-interview chat with the pastor at Michelle’s former church. We agreed the nation needs a spiritual revival. ASAP.
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When we get a R&R this weekend, I may express my opinion of putting a man on the moon and visiting Mars.
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Chas, But, but, but …
It’s there! We’ve got to do it. It’s how God wired us.
(I know, your’e the engineer, I’m the other side of that.)
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God knew what he was doing when he made us in all our diversity.
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DJ, are you keeping a brace on that knee as you were told?
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I’m anticipating my Saturday rant. But:
It’s all the fault of (whatshisname) who killed Kennedy.
Kennedy ,in a speech set a goal of going to the moon “in this decade”
Nobody paid any attention to it until he was killed.
That made Kennedy, who was mediocre at best, a great president and as a nation we picked up the challenge.
We made it.
As I said: The space program is highly beneficial to us.
But we have had enough of the moon and Mars.
As I told Chuck. “If we discovered gold on the moon, it wouldn’t pay to mine it.”
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I agree with you about Kennedy.
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I still haven’t been able to connect with my doctor. I have a knee brace but it causes more pain.
Chas, But, but, but …. We don’t know what we’re looking for, let alone what we’ll be looking for or needing to harness or make use of 20-50-100 years from now. Exploration opens up new vistas and we discover things we never knew we needed!
Turned in way too much copy from speaking to 4 churches & 1 synagogue about reopening in-person services.
Someone else at one of our far northern-LA County papers is putting it together w/other submissions as well. I gave him way too much copy, always frustrating because I know most of it won’t get used.
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Ah, but I see you (Chas) are in favor of the space program.
Still, revisiting the moon also could bring new openings we hadn’t seen before. We change, the moon even changes.
I had to move into the back office, working at the dining room table — as I have been doing for the past several days mostly — is now killing my neck and shoulders.
Neck, Shoulders, meet Knee
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I don’t recall any change in the moon.
The space launch scheduled for today has been scrubbed due to weather.
Try again Saturday.
I am not opposed to a space program. I see no reason to put a man up there. They have instruments that do not require the logistics that a human requires. The only thing a man can do is get in the way.
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DJ, I think she said wrap not brace. My mistake.
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But only a human can see the need to say:
We are now approaching lunar sunrise, and for all the people back on Earth, the crew of Apollo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you.
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness…..
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Oh, no, the wrap, right.
I ordered one, it arrived.
The moon changes only in the same way earth changes. Nothing’s static.
Someday there will be a National Lampoon’s To The Moon for Christmas Vacation starring Chevy Chase.
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FB refused to allow me to paste a quote from today’s Streams in the Desert, saying it “violated community standards”
It didn’t even mention God, but did refer to the Holy Spirit. I don’t know what I was violating.
I tried just typing in the quotes myself, but that still violated their standards.
I now see Twitter has decided to make itself the censor of the world–thus opening making itself a “publisher” rather than a “forum” which could mean it becoming sue-able for liable.
I, myself, was banned by Twitter for a few weeks for no reason whatsoever.
Strange world.
Lettie, meanwhile, is on her way to Cuba. Ooh, maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned the C-nation?
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Violations all over the place from the sounds of it, michelle.
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The cousin whom I mentioned as having grey hair as a teen aspired to be an actress, and even went to acting school for a time. She still has that talent and has used it in minor theatrics for church ministry, but now works in a bank and excels in it. Much of my mother’s side of the family is like that, artistically talented, but working practically.My maternal great grandfather, who was wounded and a POW in WWI, was like that. There wasn’t an instrument he couldn’t teach himself to play, but his profession was a watchmaker. His son-in-law, my maternal grandfather, was also like that, being a talented gardener, but working in a car factory. Several of my cousins are good at the visual arts, several are good at music, and not a few talented with words, but they are also quite practical people. The most musically talented of my cousins works as a caregiver in a group home, the most artistically talented of my cousins teaches her children at home, and the most linguistically skilled cousin does the same. So, even though I have musical and writing abilities, and have been encouraged to pursue a career in those things by those who taught me, it was natural for me to pursue a practical profession. Nursing is an extremely practical field, with lots of scientific processes underpinning all that we do. But nursing is also an art, as it requires more than scientific knowledge to be able to adjust those processes to the needs of different individuals under different circumstances. Practical skills figure out how to make things work, but artists know how to relate to the human experience. Both are needed when serving human needs.
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NASA TV, Science Channel, and Nat’l Geo Channel were airing it live until it was scrubbed. I’d guess they’re doing it again on Saturday now. I plan to watch. 🙂
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I never have trouble sharing Scripture quotes on FB, Michelle, and one of the pastors in my family also has no trouble doing the same. Computer algorithms are just not very good screening tools. ‘Smart’ technology isn’t as smart as people like to think.
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I can see reason for the first man on the moon, to take samples in order to understand to nature of the second great light if humanity. But there is no value in continuing to do so, particularly not with unmet human need on earth. And, given the expense and danger, going to Mars is an unconscionable waste of precious resources.
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These are always the tension points in space program debates, going back to the 1950s and ’60s
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If I could “Like” phos’ comment I would.
They haven’t described the effort it would take to put a man on Mars yet.
We need mars orbiters for mapping. We need to send men around and back in order to see if there is a safe landing place.
Lots of stuff and billions of dollars.
With no payback.
We won’t make a nickel from it.
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Private investment is now in the mix
https://www.lombardodier.com/contents/corporate-news/rethink-everything/2016/home/how-can-private-investment-take.html
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This is what FB described as violating “Community standards.” I guess God was mentioned. 😦
“Bring them here to me,” he replied. (Matt 14:18)
Are you encompassed with needs at this very moment, and almost overwhelmed with difficulties, trials, and emergencies? These are all divinely provided vessels for the Holy Spirit to fill, and if you but rightly understood their meaning, they would become opportunities for receiving new blessings and deliverances which you can get in no other way.
Bring these vessels to God. Hold them steadily before Him in faith and prayer. Keep still, and stop your own restless working until He begins to work. Do nothing that He does not Himself command you to do. Give Him a chance to work, and He will surely do so; and the very trials that threatened to overcome you with discouragement and disaster, will become God’s opportunity for the revelation of His grace and glory in your life, as you have never known Him before. “Bring them (all needs) to me.”
—A. B. Simpson
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I haven’t read much on the mission to the space station that was postponed till Saturday, but I thought I read that it is a private venture.
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My dad could paint very well, and I have a couple of his paintings here. But he gave it up as he had to pour himself into providing for his family. His recreation after that was vastly remodeling the homes we lived in.
Nightingale is a wonderful cook and baker. She is so good at decorating cakes that she has been hired to make cakes or cupcakes for friends, as well as a couple events. But she knows that if she did it for a living, it wouldn’t be as fun.
When I was in school, I thought I would be a writer when I grew up. I had more than one English teacher encourage me in that, and one said she expected to read me as a published author someday. Well, I never did pursue that as I had to make a living for myself after high school, and then I had a family to raise, and then God brought people into my life who needed a caregiver (my MIL, my own mother, and now Boy). But God has used my meager writing gift to encourage some people, and to chronicle a couple life events.
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Kizzie, my sister has done a lot with cooking and baking, and was happy to win a recipe contest (second place) in a cooking magazine. She once said that all our family has artistic talent (several in my family have made their living by painting, and a bunch of us are published authors) and that cooking is her artistic outlet. I found that interesting. (Now she makes soap.)
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I did a speech in college about the benefits of the space program. It was a debate and I took the side of it being of benefit to society. I was very surprised to read about all the inventions that came out of it.
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Learning patience.
Remember in the 1980s when you’d order something from a catalog (say CBD) and they’d tell you six to eight weeks and it felt like forever? Or at least it did for me; I was a teenager and we rarely ordered by mail.
About three months ago, a company in Australia from which I occasionally order announced it was going out of business (not COVID related) and they put items on clearance a few at a time. I ordered two products, but they had two addresses for me in their system, and somehow it got sent to my old address (which means I’ll probably never receive it–and then the item that interested me more of those two was no longer available).
Five and a half weeks ago I placed a fairly large order, knowing that COVID might well slow down delivery, but I’d simply have to wait. Basically, try to forget I ordered anything and then one day it would come.
Only yesterday my husband told me it was flagged on his USPS daily e-mail as arriving in the day’s mail. Well, our mailperson delivers Monday’s mail (or Tuesday after a mail holiday) something like 8:00 p.m., so I waited several hours (and checked it once, too early), and when the mail finally did come, it was only the advertising circulars. So my husband looked at the tracking, and it told him it would arrive “late” but by 8:00 p.m. At 9:00 it was still saying that, and then it changed to being en route. I figured it would arrive today, but after I saw the mailperson, I checked our mailbox and it was empty. I saw a mail truck leave our condo development at least three more times during the afternoon/evening, and finally checked the mail again–still nothing.
Nothing that I ordered is stuff I can’t live without. It’s cardmaking supplies, and I already have a lot–but this was my last chance to order from them, they have good materials, and it was a good price. And if this second package gets lost in the mail somehow, I can’t reorder.
Almost everything about our move has been positive. Post office service in our new home is definitely an exception.
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We don’t have a need to send a man to Mars. Desire, yes. For what? Trillions of $ spent on a mission that would take five to ten years, most of that going and returning. How much food, water and oxygen would need to be on that space vessel? How big would it need to be?
No, fix the problems we have here before we go mess up another planet.
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Not sure it’s an either/or prospect.
Either way, the urge to explore and push our boundaries will always be there, it’s part of our human nature. A way will be found.
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But I do remember my Iowa grandmother complaining about the trip to the moon, she could not understand why everyone was so interested in such folly. lol
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Cheryl, have you contacted the company about the orders? They can probably help track and get them to you.
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I just received the 3 rolls of washable but also disposable tear-off dish cloths I ordered in March, at the beginning of the lockdown when paper towels were impossible to find.
I’ve since been able to order paper towels, but the dish cloths, the paper towel alternative I’d found but had forgotten about, finally reached me today.
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DJ, remember the company is going out of business. But in my experience, post office “tracking” is laughably bad. It will probably just show up in the next day or two, but it is frustrating after waiting so long (and having one order misdelivered and the money wasted) and seeing it on tracking for yesterday to have it still not show up today. The reality is, arriving today would have been a distraction anyway–but it was supposed to be here yesterday, and that was a long enough wait! (It’s usually about three to four weeks to get something from there, as I recall, but I did figure it would probably take a bit longer to get an international order these days.)
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It’ll probably get there, but might be good to reach out to the company anyway, if they have an email that’s still good. I’d think if they still have orders outstanding that someone would be around to handle those loose ends.
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At least you could get a refund if it can’t be ‘found.’
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19k steps, almost 8 and 1/2 miles. We took the path from Incline Village to Sand Harbor. I felt strong and was able to do it. I worried it might be too much so we stopped before we quite got there.
The mountains and lake were glorious. I decided to go to Costco in Reno afterwards and the drive over the almost 9,000 foot summit was also just beautiful The Sierras are impressive. And just enough snow left to show it off.
Coming back they had closed Interstate 80, yes the one that goes to New Jersey, and had everyone taking Highway 20, which was my route. God had shown me that that was happening last night as I came home from Bible study on 20. As I joined 20 there was a very long line of trucks coming down the hill. So I figured that 80 must be closed.
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I feel like Dj here as I sit with the door and some windows open trying to cool it down. Though it is only 75 in here. I turned on the ceiling fan in the bedroom. Can’t figure out how to get the fan on the furnace to work, without the heat.
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We’re cooling down some more — it was only in the middish 70s this week I think, but looks like temps are going down to 68-70 or so for the next several days. May Gray. The longer the cooler weather lasts, the better in my mind — we always get plenty of hot weather later in the season. Delaying it as much as possible is a good thing. lol
Cool southern breeze from the ocean sends my inside temps plummeting to 70 or so within an hour after opening the double casement windows up.
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Sounds like a beautiful road trip, Jo
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