Our Daily Thread 5-30-22

Good Morning!

Today is Memorial Day. 

From the US Army….

“The U.S. Army Band “Pershing’s Own” Special Bugler and Special Drummer at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier”


Anyone have a QoD?

26 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 5-30-22

  1. Good Morning Everyone. I have to meet at buyer at 9. Since it is Memorial Day we are meeting at Waffle House.
    I went over yesterday to see the “kids” I sold a house to. Actually I sold it to mom and dad. I took Mr P with me and now he may get to tour the naval hospital ship that in in the port for repairs and updates.

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  2. Yesterday a young man came up to me at the cave ticket counter and said he recognized me. He did look familiar. We finally figured out we knew each other from seeing each other at college in Warrensburg, MO.

    Later, he came back while I was not present and told another worker he knew me from the church we attended in Sedalia, MO. He married a young woman who was a friend of ours, so we really didn’t know him well.

    When I told Mrs. L, she said that young man put in a friend request for her on Facebook that afternoon. He also put one in for my son.

    Small world.

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  3. Oh, that pic wasn’t up when I logged on.

    I am amazed at the detail God puts in small things. That cluster of flowers is smaller than my fist, and yet each tiny bloom has intricate designs.

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  4. Oh, such cheerful flowers to post for Memorial Day. Thank you, Peter, for sharing them with us.

    I was out with Art before 8 a.m. trying to find a place to plug a tire with a nail in it. Three frustrating tries and no luck so we headed back home. I’ve made eggs, coffee, washed some dishes, and now will settle in for Bible reading, prayer, and rest with remembrance.

    I will now listen to the video of Taps.

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  5. I wish I would have been able to go to see the ship and/or the St. Paul Navy vessel that was in the port in Duluth. That is not something we get a chance to see often.

    The flower is bee-you-tee-ful!

    We are under a flood warning or on the edge of one. Storms and lots of rain again. We should be fine as long as our sump pump keeps working. I am so sorry for those up north who are seeing historic flooding. I seem folks taking out mattresses etc. now as the flooding is only getting worse. It will continue to do so for a while. One of the local city’s police departments is bringing up volunteers next Thursday to help with the sandbagging.

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  6. Morning all! It is a cool 46 degrees here and oh so beautiful. Those flowers are gorgeous!

    We attended our granddaughter’s graduation party yesterday afternoon. The venue was a lovely mansion type of home high up on a hill 20 minutes away from us. So many friends and family along with other graduates. A festive time was had by all. After we left the rest of the Senior class was to arrive for a pool party at the indoor swim pool. My how some high school graduations have “progressed” over the years!

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  7. Good morning, all, except goodnight, Jo, although it is nearly Tuesday morning there.

    As far as natural disasters go, and I have never really experienced any and hope to never meet one, it seems like flooding is the hardest as it just goes on and on. Fires are bad, in that you can see them coming and they can be devastating, but for each household they are there and gone. Same with tornadoes though you get much less warning. Or windstorms or earthquakes. With most of them, either they destroy your home totally or partially or not. Horrible but you know where you stand after a few days. With flooding, it can be quite devastating very quickly, and you may soon know, or the damage may be hidden. And cleaning up all the mud from a structurally sound building is onerous. But then you may learn of dry rot months or years later. None of them are good. None are anything I want to endure. Where I live currently, flooding shouldn’t really be a problem though we do get water under the house at times. Fire and tornadoes and windstorms and earthquakes are all more likely.

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  8. Lutheran Linda, No, there is no Southern Logic in meeting at Waffle House. All the other che che coffee shops in town are closed. No lavendar essence in my mochachino today.
    Really the only reason I mentioned it is that we had a discussion a week or so ago about how you like your hash browns at Waffle House.
    I am powerless over the hash browns and like mine scattered, smothered, and covered with Heinz 57 and Tabasco.

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  9. Oops. Posted this on “yesterday’s” weekend thread but probably belongs here:

    Painters are due back today but only for touch-up work outside, cleaning up the window frames, putting the screens back on. Everything looks good, it’s a relief, really, to have that done, though it wasn’t cheap.

    Original friend/painter insisted the 1920s stucco was “too old” and that’s why that one wall started to peel shortly after he’d finished, so he said doing it over would be pointless; but no one else I had come look at it agreed that was the problem. They said it just needed to be redone with more careful prep work.

    This painter also used a primer called “cool wall” that helps keep areas cooler that are over-exposed to sun and heat (as this south-facing wall on my house is and that appeared to be the main problem — peeling occurred nowhere else on the house).

    So that’s done.

    And this is another day off tacked on to the weekend for us in the work-day world, nice.

    For several years running (when our vacation day pay made it worth one’s while) I’d volunteer to work on Memorial Day and cover the big ceremony at the nearby cemetery — they always had excellent speakers (a cell mate of John McCain’s is one who stands out) and I never left not having shed tears.

    Meanwhile it sounds like LA Fleet Week went off smoothly, today’s the last day; I’ll follow up with the organizers this week to see if they have attendance counts yet. The weather was perfect, in the very low 70s, and we had a couple large carrier ships (USS Portland and USS Essex) in port for folks to tour.

    The ship tours are among the most popular things to do on Fleet Week.

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  10. A lot of old Vets gather at Waffle House, so today might be a day to go hear war stories there.

    I have one avocado left so Wesley asked me to scramble some eggs for him to have an egg and avocado sandwich. I had the end bits of a bag of No Salt blue corn chips with my avocado. I also had some pineapple rings and low sodium black beans. I call it a hodge podge lunch. Maybe also a lowering of the BP high power lunch😀

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    “Ultimately the day comes—and it always comes—when some other powerful nation that isn’t obsessed with creating Beta males shows up with its armies. They come to take all that you have and all that you’d ever dreamed of having. They come to take your food, your life, the lives of your children. Your spine. Your hope. Your identity. Everything.

    And then you don’t have a country. The landless descend into wandering barbarism. They become as beasts of no nation, because their nation is gone.

    Don’t think it can’t happen. It happens. It has happened in many other ages. It happened to Thebes. That nation had destroyed the unstoppable superpower and military might of Sparta, but soon Thebes was itself destroyed, all the way down to the scattered, nameless stones, the people dead or sold off in the slave markets. And who and what they were was forgotten. All that was left were scratches on stones bleaching like bones in the sun.

    History tells us these stories again and again, if we’d listen. History warns of what happens to nations that weaken themselves and abandon their own borders, prizing sensitivity and men without chests above virtue.

    A culture becoming fragile is awash with tears, but it becomes dry, like pottery. It cracks. And as the ages forget the names, history smirks.

    When the people are threatened, with the people desperate and frightened, it is then that soldiers are appreciated, welcomed and needed. The armed forces, forming that thin line between civilization and chaos are honored for a time. Though eventually, if they’re successful in defense, they are inevitably forgotten, again. All soldiers throughout history have understood this dynamic, especially in free, prosperous nations like ours.

    Our war dead didn’t risk or lose their lives to be praised and petted with flowery words. They knew they were led to slaughter by fine words from the double-tongues about great honor and great sacrifice. But they also knew this:

    They had a job to do, protecting our liberty and our nation with their bodies and blood.

    I suppose they hoped, as Americans, that we would live up to our half of the bargain and not dishonor the freedom they’d given to us, that was bought with their lives.

    Traditions are an important means for a people trying to stave off cultural betrayal. This is why traditions are often targeted by agents of change. The old traditions remind us who we are, what we were, reminding us of our ideal selves, of virtue lost to time and what we call progress.

    But today is Memorial Day, 2022, when we mourn the fallen of the United States Armed Forces who died for our liberty.

    And because it is Memorial Day, not burger and beer day, not sports day, not play video games day, not chips and dip day, there is one tradition I hope we try our best to keep.

    It involves us taking time out to think hard and long about a soldier’s poem and the poppies, row on row.

    “In Flanders Fields” is that soldier’s poem, written in World War I by Col. John McCrae, a man who’d seen the devastation of war, and hopelessness. Yet with clear eyes and a clean heart he wrote of poppy blossoms as rebirth of hope, those bright orange/red papery thin blossoms, as delicate as dreams, waving in the breeze over the freshly dug graves of the dead.”

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  12. Here is John McCrea’s poem:

    “In Flanders fields the poppies blow

    Between the crosses, row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago

    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved, and were loved,

    And now we lie

    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:

    To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch, be yours to hold it high.

    If ye break faith with us who die

    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

    In Flanders fields.”

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  14. That is such a haunting poem. We usually have someone print it in the local paper and I always appreciate rereading it.

    The conditions are just right here for a million plus mosquitoes. There is a cruise ship that has come into port 70 miles or so away. Hopefully, someone will have some mosquito spray for them! If they stay in the city, it will be okay, but I would imagine they will be out to see sites outside of town as well. This is the first cruise ship in decades, I believe. I don’t believe we are going to have our best weather for them. 😦

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  15. Mrs L had a great aunt who at 80 years old was in a car accident. She complained because after it, the injuries made it such that she could only do 50 sit ups instead her usual 100. 😯

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  16. As a young 16 year old girl working at the neighborhood Drug Store I certainly overheard many a war story. My boss was in the war…..the battle at iwo jima. He had sand with a shell casing in an apothecary jar on the counter. Mr Russell would come in regularly and tell about that hole in his forehead….where shrapnel was removed during the war and he lived to tell about it…all this being told while I prepared his two scoops of chocolate ice cream with a ladle of marshmallow topping. There were others stopping in from time to time to share war stories. And then there was Joe Nuxhall stopping in to tell of the games he pitched during that time as a teenager with the Cincy Reds. I think back on those rich moments and the best history lesson a teenager could be taught….all from the hearts of veterans….of the war and baseball…..

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  17. Our daughter spent the weekend away, and returned in a hurry today wanting to work on her house.

    After a visit to Home Depot, where I purchased a bunch of yard tools, she got into the house and immediately took a sledgehammer at a rock wall.

    Mr. Construction stood by and egged her on.

    Later, Adorable 9 arrived in a dress and leggings, and pried several rocks off the (fake) rock wall herself!

    Her grandfather and father were so proud!

    (I was peeling off wallpaper on the other side of the wall!)

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  18. Wesley and I had a good Upwords game just now. He won but not by much.

    We had a wonderful hike earlier starting at a friend’s home over into Lullwater Park on the Emory Campus. We saw wildlife: deer, a turtle, and people with dogs😳. We crossed a swinging bridge and were in an area that was beside the home of the president of Emory. I told Wesley that my friend would be like a tour guide. He really enjoyed her commentary about the area. I am so tired because we walked more than I thought we would. So thankful I was up to it.

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