I know Halloween is coming up fast, but it’s not here yet and I just had the spookiest thing happen to me on Google.
I had just finished my dinner and had several Brussels sprouts left on my plate. Diego was scratching on the door of the Doggie Domain to be fed and before I fed them my remaining sprouts along with their regular doggie fare, I thought I’d check out whether they were good for dogs. I had just typed in “Can dogs eat . . . .” and Google completed the sentence with “cooked Brussels sprouts?!!!” How spooky is that? What are the chances that anyone would ask that question of all the thousands of possibilities? I have not mentioned Brussels sprouts ever on my computer. How could Google know? Then I happened to notice that the sticky note had fallen off my camera lens on my computer, which I always keep covered. Had Google been spying on me as I ate my meal in front of the computer????
My lens is now again covered, and as I take my last few bites of yogurt and blueberries, I’m tempted to write, ‘Can dogs eat . . .?” If Google says “blueberries and yogurt,” I am going to be seriously spooked!!!
Nope. It did predict my ending, but once again it suggested, “Can dogs eat cooked Brussels sprouts?”
Vin Prest on “Life is a Rusty Rollercoaster” wrote this vivid account of his battle with Covid. Since his is the only detailed report I’ve read that was told by someone who actually experienced the disease, I’m reblogging it here. I think, given the underrating of the experience by our President, that it is important that people hear about the first-hand experience of someone else:
Click on this link to read the rest of his account: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/181911079/posts/65
What better sign of the times than the illegal pilfering of political signboards???
Precognition
I don’t want to know what I’ll do ’til I do it.
If it’s preordained, it’s too late to eschew it.
If it’s a surprise, I would say that I blew it,
for there’s no surprise when we simply redo it.
With each future sorrow when we must preview it,
there is no advantage—just more time to rue it.
The vase will still break and we’ll still have to glue it.
The syrup with spill and we’ll have to ungoo it.
Would I accept foresight or merely poo poo it?
When push came to shove, I guess that I would boo it!
Do
This is the perfect climate. Now is the perfect time
to do all that you can to make your world sublime.
No more empty promises. No rain checks or excuses.
No masking of reality to obscure your abuses.
Look back in your history to see the full extent
of all the possibilities that in the past you meant
to “see about” tomorrow. Then tomorrow never came,
for when it did, it seems that you made it just the same
as the day that came before it, so now you’ll never know
what your life may have turned into if you’d only let it grow.
Relaxation’s fine if it’s used as a reward––
but it should be an end result that we are heading toward.
It cannot replace doing. Doing is what life is for.
Without learning and accomplishing, existence is a bore.
Prompt words today are promises, sublime, history, extent, relax and mask. (The captions on the photos below may seem disjointed, but I decided to leave all the captions from earlier times I’ve used these photos. They do, in a disjointed way, create a little story all their own.)
Click on photos to enlarge and read captions.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 