Morrie’s been bushwacking.
I guess if we were going to be literal that these would be hairy friends, but why split “hares?” (No rabbits readily available.)
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Furry Friends
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Good Advice
“There comes a time in your life when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right, leave the ones who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living.” –Jóse N. Harris
This quote was part of a longer piece sent to me by a friend. Since it was not attributed, I did a bit of sleuthery and found it repeated dozens of times in different places on the internet. Luckily, I eventually found it attributed to Jóse N. Harris in two different places, so that’s what I’m going with. It is the best advice I’ve found for this time of life… or any time of life. (Photo by me)
Chewed!! FOTD June 19, 2023
I thought the leafcutter ants had been at work here until at the last moment before publishing, I noticed further evidence. Can you see who the real culprit? is?
For Cee’s FOTD
Bougainvilleas: Cee’s FOTD, June 18, 2023
Jet Pack Confusion
Help!!! Does anyone understand what the Email section is in Jet Pack? It gives Opens and Clicks and I haven’t the foggiest idea what they are.
Mutability for The Sunday Swirl, June 18, 2023
Mutability
My life is spinning open to spring beyond my grasp,
unsecured by hardware of loop or bar or hasp.
Hope lifts to wing with feathers spreading in its flight,
springing into the future until it’s out of sight.
By what am I driven that I have set Hope free,
to reach out beyond me, perhaps that it might see
all that I desire beyond the status quo
of the lives that I have lived—the truths I’ve claimed to know?
Life in the guise of here and now, of Heaven or of Hell,
is a man-made legend that we know too well.
But when the death knell chimes for us, what new truth might we learn?
Will we face those pearly gates or will we slowly burn?
Might we go on to distant worlds so far that we can’t see—
orbs turning in another realm where we have come to be
in another shape or form, another turn of mind?
And will we still be our own selves when newly redefined
as bird or beast or creature heretofore unseen—
just one more ghostly image cast on time’s flickering screen?
The prompts for The Sunday Swirl Wordle 509 are: hope feathers flight sight guise desire chime beyond spinning open springs drive. Image by Jan Tinneburg on Unsplash.
And for dVerse Pets Open Link Night
Hibiscus: FOTD June 17, 2023
For Cee’s FOTD
State of the House Repairs since the Quake, June 17, 2023
Before
After quake
After quake
Teardown before repair
Repairs in progress
Cracks in inner walls
These are pictures of the entry arch before and after the earthquake as well as one of the cracks inside the house.
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To answer Derrick’s question about the earthquake: This was an earthquake in October of last year whose epicenter was on the coast but it caused big jerks here. I was in the car and thought it was a really strong wind buffeting the car back and forth. Then I saw the telephone poles swaying and people streaming from the stores into the street. There was one quake of just a minute or two followed by another. There wasn’t any damage here that I could see, except when I got home I noticed cracks in my house and entry arch that over the months have gotten wider and wider until at last my door to the street wouldn’t latch at all as the cracks above it had widened so much. Cracks in my house appeared from front to back door in my entry hall which is really the juncture of the two wings of my L shaped house and when my friend Agustin inspected the house he determined that the two wings of the house had never really been joined by metal joists but just by concrete, so these are being installed and hopefully all of the cracks will be sealed and won’t reappear. In addition, the sorts of cracks shown in the last photo opened up from front to back of house in the hall as well as in rooms adjoining the center hall. Lots of work left to do after the main repairs are finished.
“Pants on Fire” For Fibbing Friday, June 16
Here are this week’s questions:
What can you make with saw dust and snow?
Dusty the Snowman
2. What did the mole say to the wart?
Want to meet me at Wolemart?
3. Why is Atlantis lost?
GPS hadn’t been invented yet.
4. Why have Earthlings not returned to the moon?
No McDonalds
5. Why is the Earth round?
Because it’s not cool to be square.
6. Why are potato chip bags always half-full?
Because husbands are sent out to buy them.
7. What happens to lost socks?
They go to singles bars and pair up with somesock new.
8. Why do people stub their toes on furniture?
Because they walk on their feet. If they walked on their hands, they’d stub their fingers.
9. Who will be the next President?
Whoever can promise the biggest tax cuts to the nation’s multibillionaires.
10. Where did Trump come from?
The gods were playing bridge for high stakes and no one bid no Trump!!!
11. How will Trump’s administration end?
In Hell, hopefully.
12. How do clouds suddenly appear in the sky?
Because they long to be close to you.
13. Why does the universe revolve?
It’s on vacation–just taking a spin around its block.
14. If Time Lords are real, then why haven’t we met any yet?
It isn’t time yet.
15. What is a zombie’s favorite food?
Zombilaya.
What is Gained by What is Lost
A hummingbird’s wing on the mat near the cat food bowls too tardily filled is a morning heartache, as was the tiny squirrel tail weeks ago. “It must have been a baby,” said the neighbor who had lately asked me to trim my brush below in my lower lot that has been a refuge for squirrels. They climb over the wall, across his broad expanse of lawn, to intrude onto his high terrace porch. They dine on his nuts set out for guests. Nibble the flowers in his flower boxes.
I offered him the tail as a gift from my cats, but he flinched and rejected their offering. The means to our ends are not always the choices we would make, but nature bows neither to mercy nor wishes. Things happen that other things may happen after them. Death births progress. Progress sometimes ironically breeds death.
Life is a circle even though our own pursuit of it may be a line—winding or straight, even or jagged. Seen in the great expanse of things, if such things could be seen, a molecular part in the circle that is beyond our imagining.
Too late, I scoop the kibble into their bowls. Take the small tail rejected as an offering and tuck it into an arrangement on my windowsill that it may continue to serve as part of the beauty of this world.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 