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Entry Blues: Thursday Doors, Feb 4, 2021
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Up Close and Personal: Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge
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Shredding the handmade basket Mom made
Reblog: Little Duck’s Current Status (By Request)
I am so happy to get to see both Big and Little Duck again!!! And so glad they’re staying safe, although I must say they look like they are closer to each other than six feet!!! (Click “View original post” to see the photos.)
Judy/Remi/LifeLessons cajoled me into taking a couple updated photos of Little Duck & Big Duck after she posted some of LD’s past adventures tonight. She further cajoled me into posting them on my blog here rather than on hers. Ok, I’ve had just enough rum to accommodate. We’re being safe. Wash yer hands, wear a mask, avoid crowds, love a duck, vote liberal. (Click the thumbnails below to enlarge, if you dare.)
Last on the Card, Jan 2021
The rules are simple:
1. Post the last photo on your SD card or last photo on your phone for the 31st January.
2. No editing – who cares if it is out of focus, not framed as you would like or the subject matter didn’t cooperate.
3. You don’t have to have any explanations, just the photo will do
4. Create a Pingback to this post or link in the comments
5. Tag “The Last Photo”
Okay, now can anyone tell me how to install this smart plug so I can use Echo’s Alexa to turn on my light? I bought 4 of them and so far Google hasn’t managed to teach me how to use them.
A REASON FOR THE SEASON
Jane’s message is vital at this time when the importance of nature should be clear to us all. When we wage war against Mother Nature, she fights back. Just a close observation and enjoyment of the world around us can bring us back to what is important. Our very lives depend upon it. Please read her lovely celebration of the beauty and peace of nature below:
I saw the Cooper’s hawk this morning. She landed on the chimney pot, probably looking for my miniature hen, Grayson. Eight years ago she was a starving fledgling who mantled over while I fed her cold chicken. She’s back this holiday, my spirits lifting. A good Christmas present.
In the middle of the commercialization of Christmas, Nature closes the gap. I have noticed squirrels with pecans leaping the trees, hawks hunting low over now-bare woods, unknown song birds sitting on fences, heard the migration of Sandhill cranes as they honk in formation. You hear their cacophony well before they appear. Their chiding cries float down to our upturned faces.
There is brightness to the holly, washed by our late autumn rains and the orange of the nandina berries has turned crimson. Smell of wood smoke in the air and the crispness of mornings means the earth is going to sleep…
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FOTD Jan 31, 2021
A Gut-Wrenching Plea From an L.A. Funeral Home Owner
This is such an important message. Especially if you live in L.A., but surely this is happening elsewhere as well. Why haven’t we heard this before? Remember the scene in The Clockwork Orange where the man’s eyes were taped open and he was forced to watch the horrible videos? I think this is a case where it might be appropriate for those opposing masks and insisting Covid is a hoax.
I’ve debated whether to post this video, but after seeing news of the covidiots blocking access to vaccinations in Los Angeles (No, I won’t post links), I think this is an important message.
(Thanks to BEAU for pointing me to this video.)
Non-inherited Tendencies
Non-inherited Tendencies
I am forty-three years old. Why is it that my mother still feels it is her purpose in life to educate me?
She stands in front of the junk drawer in my kitchen, “There is no excuse for anyone to have a drawer like this in their house,” she says. With one finger, she rifles through the drawer, moving a pair of pliers closer to fifty peso bills for the water vendor that are piled to its left, sending loose screws rolling across the bottom of the drawer.
I reach around her to hand her the pair of scissors she seeks. Then, once again, I careen into the precipice of self-doubt. Surely, others less-perfect than my mother have drawers such as this one.
My qualms deteriorate as I readjust my thoughts to coincide with the actual world, but as I restate mentally and silently my oft-repeated mantra. “What the eyes don’t see doesn’t matter,” my mother, briskly and methodically, starts arranging the drawer.
Word prompts for today are What the eyes don’t see doesn’t matter, deteriorate, educate and precipice.
Bougainvillea Sunset, FOTD Jan 28, 2021
Penumbra
Penumbra
My father the sun,
my mother the moon,
I was that edge
created by their union—
that category of child,
partially obscured,
who cast a lighter shadow.
Just as much of them
as either might have wished,
I learned to shed my own light
by tracing the patterns
of theirs.
