47 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 6-29-20

  1. QoD
    What is it?
    Good morning everyone.
    The days are finally getting shorter. The sun is rising at 6:05 this morning. That is a minute later. Setting at i”40. Same time as before .

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  2. Another question.
    Why would I want a picture of whatever that is?
    I guess I’m still in the “old school” mode when it cost money to take a picture.

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  3. After thinking about it, I concluded that I am just “old school”.
    I told you before. In my day:
    You took a picture of something you wanted to keep.
    It remained in your camera until you took more pictures.
    Later, you would take the film out and send it to Rochester, NY.
    Kodack would send you some slides and your film back
    You did whatever you wanted with your slides or prints.

    Now: You take a picture and put it on the internet. Multiple times.
    My grand daughter takes a picture of her child at the bottom of the stairs, on the stairs and at the top.

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  4. And yes, that’s the beauty of modern technology.

    I can takes as many pics as I want, store them on a memory card, delete as I see fit, burn them to a disc for later viewing, print what I want to, save to my computer, then clear the memory card and start over, and it costs nothing. 🙂

    Way better than paying to develop pics that might not come out. 🙂

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  5. I also remember the old days of taking pictures. I’d try to find the best angle to get the right picture. Now I take several pictures from different angles and chose the right one on the computer.

    When we took D2, D3, and 2 of my nieces out west, we got home to find dozens of selfies of the younger girls in the back seat of the van.

    When we took D3 to Niagara Falls, we ended up with dozens of pictures of flowers. I told her, “We have flowers in Missouri,” she replied, “But not these flowers.” I should send her all those flower pictures that we still have on the computer from that trip.

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  6. Good morning, Wanderers who like to take photos in the old way and the new way. My brother buys the old disposable Instamatic type camera and takes photos when he sees the relatives (the reunion most recently, and at my aunt’s funeral previous to that). I have cousins in Florida who have a photo processing shop and he mails the film off to them for processing. I think the name of their business is Fototechnica. They restore old photos and have several different services. My brother likes “old school.” He is always gathering people to take group photos. He had to gather people at his church Sunday to take photos to use up the roll. Anyone else remember doing that?

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  7. Instead of calling it the Forecast, the weatherman used the new appropriate term, Sweatcast. Yes, the heat and humidity are here. I pulled some ivy yesterday and made myself sick from the usually fun chore. Probably the most Saharan dust in the air for the past fifty years did not help. I won’t be mowing grass today unless my B-12 overwhelms my system with energy.

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  8. Morning! All of the plants outside have been watered..it’s going to be 90 today! There is a smoky haze and the smell of smoke is strong.😢 The winds are coming in from the south….
    Tadpoles…that brings back a memory of my best friend bringing back a jar of them from their vacation. I cannot recall if they lived long enough to become frogs….we were in the third grade 😊

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  9. I thought the photo was of some kind of seeds that had a thorn on the end. I was trying to figure it out and was totally surprised to hear they are tadpoles. I have not seen those in years. Glad to know they are still out in the wilds. That’s a throwback to my childhood. I know people eat frog legs, but does anyone make tadpole stew? Seems it would be similar to escargot or oyster stew.

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  10. Good morning. We went to Albuquerque yesterday afternoon to the eldest daughter patio furniture and a roll top desk which we had acquired from recent deaths in the family. Got home late, after 11, as I let grandson get a couple of hours of night driving. It takes a little longer to get home when driving 45mph rather than my usual 70. But I digress. We had a big rain last week so our ponds were full. The frogs have been serenading us each night. We took the flashlight and watched the frogs sing for a few minutes. I think it is something they will remember.

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  11. The most important news from yesterday is that Trey made a profession of faith and was baptized. He had been wanting baptism for a while, but we wanted to be certain he understood exactly what that meant and what he was agreeing to. Yesterday afternoon he said “this is the best day of my life!” Makes my heart happy.

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  12. This is an LA kind of nature story, thus it takes place on a construction site where they were building the 405 Freeway, once upon a time.

    My friend and I, when we were probably in 3rd or 4th grade, loved to play on the huge mountains of dirt piled high and, after school, we’d change into our jeans, sneakers and T-shirts and head over there on our bikes. This was clearly before “helicopter” parenting. But today we can say we played on the 405 as it was being constructed.

    At one point, after a lot of rain, a field at the end of our block — part of the linear construction site but closer to home than our favorite site with all the mountains to climb, which was closer to school — developed a large, swampy rain pond.

    It was teeming with tadpoles, my friend and I soon discovered, and that became our favorite place for a while, just watching the little guys swimming around.

    My friend and I were fascinated when we learned they would become frogs. So one day, we decided to collect one tadpole apiece in glass jars so we could bring them home and watch them transition.

    I put mine in the garage, probably because my mom wouldn’t allow it to be kept in my bedroom. But that same night I began to have misgivings after going out to visit him a couple times.

    He must be scared, I thought, and he seemed kind of sad. What about his parents and his friends, they’re probably missing him.

    Before long, my conscience was stricken.

    My mom was out at a PTA meeting that night but I hesitated to tell my dad how I was feeling. He grew up on a farm and wasn’t the most outwardly sentimental kind of guy when it came to animals.

    But he was entirely touched after I told him. He suggested maybe we should take the tadpole in the jar back to the pond and let him out.

    “Could we?”

    It seemed like the right thing to do.

    So in the dark of the night, my dad and I walked without a word down to the corner and across the street, the pond-water filled jar with the tadpole sloshing in my hands, and set the little black creature free.

    I knew he was happy to be home and hoped he’d grow up to be a fine frog in the weeks to come.

    I mentioned this a while back to my friend, who lived next door to us and took the other tadpole home that day. She said she didn’t remember what ever happened to her tadpole but thought he might have died.

    And that’s my tadpole story.

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  13. My morning is blowing up–in a good way.

    A friend had a prophetic dream that CR got into medical school. May her dream come true.

    Another friend wrote that she needs my endorsement for a women’s Bible study on Revelation by Wednesday. (I wrote back: “what TIME on Wednesday?” Time is that crunched here).

    A blog post I wrote six years ago went viral this morning–nearly 1100 views so far. That’s never happened to me before, but it’s a good post from a great source, Elisabeth Elliot Quotes.

    (Because I quote her, obviously! LOL)

    Here it is, FYI:


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  14. Spending the day packing. Decisions, decisions. What should go in storage in the basement, what do I need for my eight day trip north to return the van, what will I need in the next month or so, and what goes to PNG??????
    Plus what to do with food supplies, most will stay here, but a few things I will take with me to my friends house.
    I had two more bilums to give away, knit bags from PNG. Yesterday I saw the family from Cameroon that have this house next in church. So I gave the mom and daughter each a bilum. Of course that meant rooting around through my file cabinets in the basement because I had no idea where I had put them……

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  15. There is always a season and a group of kids in Ukarumpa who spend their recess time collecting tadpoles. I am the mean teacher and tell them to leave them there as I know that won’t survive. Others search under parts of the sidewalk and find frogs. One time a girl used her lunch container to collect tadpoles. When it came time to go home she realized that her Mom would not like that and dumped them out in the grass before I could say anything. Her Mom was Dutch and very strict.

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  16. VBS, pandemic style


    In a summer of pandemic, Vacation Bible School programs go online and outside


    RNS) — Kyla Rodriguez’s two children had a blast earlier this month at Immanuel Lutheran Church’s Vacation Bible School.

    Every morning during the weeklong Rainforest Explorers-themed program, 3-year-old Carson and his little sister Madison, nearly 2, prayed and sang songs. They ate rainforest-themed snacks and made tissue paper rainbows and colorful toilet paper roll parrots.

    And they did it all without ever leaving their home in Merrill, Wisconsin.

    RELATED: Another heartbreak for American Jews? The cancellation of summer camps

    The virtual Vacation Bible School, or VBS, was hosted by Immanuel, their grandparents’ Missouri Synod church in Seymour, Indiana. Carson and Madison received backpacks in the mail ahead of time, stuffed with the materials they’d need for crafts and other activities. Then each day, they’d tune in to watch prerecorded videos for stories, songs and instructions.

    The kids were especially excited to see their grandpa, a pastor at the church, on TV, according to Rodriguez. …


  17. Michelle – What exactly is a prophetic dream, and how does one know if a dream is prophetic or only a dream?

    I have had a couple seemingly run-of-the-mill dreams that came true, and a couple that I thought might be a warning of things to come, but those things never came.


  18. That’s the first time I’ve seen a pond full of tadpoles, in a park a mile away, and I walked over there a couple times a week to watch the transition. They’re really little ones, an inch long or less. The first day I saw them, a little girl was in the edge of the puddle with her hands cupped and trying to catch something. Beside her were a net and a jar. I asked if she was catching frogs and she said no, and then a minute later she said “Tadpoles!” So I looked, and sure enough there were hundreds of them. That puddle actually dried up before they got their legs (some species can burrow underground and wait till the next rain to continue development, though), but then I found a more permanent “puddle” (it’s off the creek) that had tadpoles, and started watching those, and did eventually see them with all four legs, and sometimes coming out of the water for a while, though they were still tiny and they still had their tails.


  19. I am around today. Pensacola decreed that at 5pm last Friday masks had to be worn inside of all businesses. I now share my office with the MCA. I sent him a text yesterday that I would stay home so that he could take his mask off in our office and get some work done. Our office has two windows and gets direct afternoon sun. It’s HOT in there.

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  20. Cheryl, tell her not to do it.

    Meltdowns on the staff call today, we’re losing 2 more reporters (regionally), one is going to law school the other is on maternity leave. We’re so sadly understaffed with a top editor who has big ideas for stories, everyone’s kind of at each other’s throats at this point.

    Well, it’s summer and coronavirus isn’t going anywhere. So much for that “warmer weather” cure. We’re re-closing bars in light of our numbers that are shooting up again; I’ll be really surprised if they don’t re-close beaches before the big holiday weekend coming up, maybe even restaurants?


  21. Our VBS is going to ten kids at someone’s house–which is allowed via our local health requirements. It’s a neighborhood, backyard VBS. I’ll send the script of the stories to anyone who is interested–since I wrote them. 🙂 The title is “Escape from Egypt,” but I refer to it as escape from Covid.

    NO ONE wanted to do Zoom VBS.

    Numbers up to 1250. I’m scrambling, with an intervew in 20 minutes and trying to put together a three chapter excerpt from Poppy for all who sign up for my newsletter.

    Aren’t you glad you’re not a writer?

    Actually, it’s fun. I’ve been lazy.

    A prophetic dream? She just had a dream and was asking if it had become true. I’m the one hoping it’s prophecy! LOL


  22. DJ, my “pet tadpole” incidents were that I actually did have wild pets a couple of times.

    When I was in eighth grade, I’d had pet fish in the past and all of them had eventually died. We were going to the lake, and I had the idea of collecting some minnows to refill my aquarium. I only succeeded in catching one. (I think I was using syrofoam cups.) Dad called, “Cheryl, I’ve got one for you,” and I went over to him, and he had a crayfish in the cup. I laughed and said I’d take it home, keep it over the weekend, and give it to my science teacher Monday. It was a holiday weekend, so I had that crayfish for several days, and by Monday he had a name (Crabby), and he wasn’t going anywhere. A year later I called the local library to ask how you tell male crayfish from female ones (they actually found the answer for me!), and I determined Crabby was a male and I wanted to get him a mate. I’d had him more than a year at that point and really enjoyed him. Unfortunately the would-be mate was bigger than him, and she ended up killing him. I also got two small ones (one male and one female) at the same time I got the female (Grouchy).

    Twice I collected a horned toad / horned lizard from the wild, and neither time did it live very long. The minnow I collected along with Crabby lived for several months, and then one day Crabby caught it.

    I decided I didn’t want anymore wild pets. But I didn’t tell my family that, and one day Mom and Dad went away for the weekend (I would have been 15 or 16), and when they came home, Mom had a surprise for me. Small toads had been hopping all around their campsite, and she caught half a dozen of them. Three had already died by the time she handed them over, 😦 and two more died in my care. But one thrived. He got out of the terrarium once, and someone in my family said, “Cheryl, you have a visitor,” and I stepped out into the hall to see my little toad hopping back toward the bedroom. A couple weeks later he was missing and I never did find him. Perhaps one of my siblings released him into the wild, perhaps he got out and our dog ate him, or perhaps he got out and got into a small space somewhere–I never did know, but my toad-owing days only lasted a few months.

    I really did enjoy the crayfish, though, and haven’t completely ruled out every having another, though we don’t have a good place for one and I probably won’t.

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  23. We caught crayfish and salamanders in our neighborhood creeks but never took them home. I loved doing that sort of thing. That was when my brother was fun.

    The garbage truck came by and neglected to get my can. The three cans of yard debris that my brother filled on Saturday all got picked up. So now we have to go a week before the next pickup. In this heat it will be quite ripe by then.

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  24. I heard rumblings. It’s unfortunate that novelists are not allowed to imagine a life different from their own, but understandable given the times.

    I anticipate we’ll be seeing a lot of books written by non-privileged writers over the next few years. Agents are actively looking for books by writers who many feel have been overlooked.

    The real question is, will they sell? I don’t know the answer to that.

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  25. Nice tadpole story, Donna. You know, by now, that your dad did that for his little daughter. He would likely have a different approach to a son.
    I never had a daughter, but Chuck had three. Dads have a special thing for daughters until some guy comes and takes them away.
    No. It doesn’t stop there, but it changes.

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  26. Dj that is a precious tadpole story! I could just see you and your Dad walking down to the pond with creature in tow… ❤️
    Janice when there have been fill in workers collecting our trash and they forgot us, I called the company and they have the guys come back and get it…even if it needs to be the next day…we have some great guys with that company 😊

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  27. I don’t mind the author pulling the book so much as I mind that she is having to grovel in her statement. I am hear to tell you there were a lot of women, especially who “passed”.

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  28. One of my daughters actually did raise tadpoles to frogs. I believe she fed them egg yolk; not sure what else. Her children were thrilled. She has also raised monarch butterflies quite a few times for preschoolers and her own children.

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  29. Cheryl,

    Look for an increase in predatory birds in a couple of weeks. The herons love frogs about 2 inches long, at least around here. When the tadpoles show, they move in. Kingfisher should be around already.

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  30. I went outside for a few minutes and it is absolutely miserable. And I hear the lawn guy out mowing next door. He earns double pay in this heat, IMO. This is when I would like to be enjoying mountain or beach breezes. I can’t believe how much it has changed in a few days. Our June was so cool that the flowers are all late in blooming. We have one tiger lily in bloom as of yesterday, and buds have yet to appear on the passion flower vines.

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  31. I’m worried about charlie brown, I see some brown branches. I’m just going to have to find a way to get out there with the hose once work is done.

    Chas, I don’t know, I was quite the little tomboy and my dad bought a baseball glove when I was probably 7 years old. It was way too big, but we’d play catch in the backyard and take in Angel & Dodger games. 🙂

    Interesting because I recall our walk to the corner as being pretty wordless. Such a sweet memory, really.

    Kudos to Kathaleena’s daughter. I don’t think I knew I’d have to actually feed the tadpole anything 🙂 So lucky for him …

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  32. DJ, that is a sweet memory of your dad. I realized I have a somewhat similar one of mine . . .

    Inca doves were nesting in the big male mulberry tree in the front yard. They’d been sitting on the nest for weeks, so I figured that there must be infertile eggs in it. Later I realized that doves can have quite a few broods and also the nest is so flimsy that a parent has to stay on it all the time till the squabs get quite large, lest it blow away. So probably I saw them sitting on it for more than one nesting and didn’t happen to notice when they weren’t sitting on it because the young were larger.

    Well, I decided to go to the nest and remove the eggs. I got on a ladder and looked into the nest and there was one egg and one squab. Now, that should have told me the second one probably just hadn’t hatched yet, but I would have been 13 or 14 and I just didn’t think it through. So I removed the second egg . . . and almost as soon as I did, I felt movement in it. I went into the house with it, quite remorseful. I couldn’t safely put it back into the nest the way I got it out; I wasn’t quite tall enough. And I didn’t want to crawl along the branch–though it would have supported my weight, it was a rather long branch and I had enough fear of heights that I didn’t like to be that far from the trunk.

    Mom put the egg over our light night, probably wrapped in a paper towel or something, and said that should keep it warm until Dad got home.

    When Dad got home, we told him what I had done and showed him the tiny little egg. He took it (or probably had me hand it to him after he’d climbed the tree), and he walked along that branch in his steel-toed work boots, clomp clomp clomp, the branch shaking with every step. He was in his sixties by then, and I was so afraid he was going to fall out of the tree and it would be my fault. But he returned the egg, which hatched, and a couple weeks later I saw the young ones fly. (I think I scared them, which wasn’t good, so hopefully they survived.)

    My dad knew trees and constellations and all of that stuff. He died in early June, weeks before my seventeenth birthday. I often think how lovely it would be to take a walk with him and tell him things that I have learned about nature and have him do the same. As it was, while he was alive it never even occurred to me that he knew a lot and must share my love of nature.

    When I was in my early twenties (before I went to college), I was working in a drugstore several miles from where my mom lived. I told her I’d found a hummingbird nest in the parking lot. Most of my co-workers weren’t even interested enough to walk outside and see the nest (I think one of them did), but Mom drove to my workplace so she could see it, and she told me my dad had always wanted to see a hummingbird nest but never saw one, that he would follow female hummingbirds into the woods in hopes she’d go to her nest, but never saw one. I ended up seeing another in the same parking lot while the first one was still nesting, but those are the only ones I’ve ever seen. But I saw them three or four years too late to show my dad.

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  33. Thanks, Kim, my daughter had mentioned she had gone on. I have been praying for her family. She was loved and hated but for the right reasons, it appears.

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