"And now this spell was snapped: once more
I viewed the ocean green,
And looked far forth, yet little saw
Of what had else been seen –
Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Nor sound nor motion made:
Its path was not upon the sea,
In ripple or in shade.
It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek
Like a meadow-gale of spring –
It mingled strangely with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sailed softly too:
Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze –
On me alone it blew."
After 39 almost continuous hours of watching football over the Thanksgiving weekend I realize I need professional help. I haven’t watched this much football since I was on the B team at Tidehaven High School. Part of the reason may be the recoil from my rejection of the Houston Astros last baseball season. I refuse to countenance, by any behavior, the legitimate existence of American League Baseball. As such I found it difficult to find National league games to watch sufficient to satisfy my baseball needs. I am going to have to sort the TV schedules for National League only games. The designated hitter, in my mind, is equivalent to a man producing breast milk. Possible but just so ugly!
Last night I indexed two men by the name of Ichabod Crane enlisting in the US Army in 1814. One from New Orleans and the other from Catskills. I have indexed tens of thousands of male name since I started indexing and these are the only Ichabods I remember. When was the “Legend of Sleepy Hollow” written?
Either roomie is feeling much better or the power of the female gene for shopping is being expressed in the boss lady as she has been out on “full-fledged” shopping expeditions twice this holiday season. I don’t know what she is using for money since we have received neither the Social Security benefit or distribution from our IRA. But then I have never understood her.
I stumbled across a show on PBS called “My Life as a Turkey”. I highly recommend watching it not only for the story but also for the splendid cinematography. Click the picture for a video of the show.
Be warned that it ends on kind of a sad note.
We hold that all individuals have the right to exercise sole dominion over their own lives, and have the right to live in whatever manner they choose, so long as they do not forcibly interfere with the equal right of others to live in whatever manner they choose.
One of my grannie friend’s has become a grandmother again. The new grandson’s name is Logan Phoenix.
His father will understand the picture very soon.
Water the azaleas, bougainvillea, hibiscus, and butterfly plants.
repair wind chime now leaning against back swing.
dip leave out of KOI pond.
11/21: O Lord, make us hungry every day for your word, and help us to feed on it. Amen.
11/22: God of comfort, teach us to boast not in our wealth but in you. Amen.
11/23: Thank you, God, for opportunities to talk about you with those around us. Amen.
11/24: Thank you, Lord, for always being with us so that when we face difficulties, we can turn to you for help. Amen.
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A police officer in a small town stopped a motorist who was speeding down Main Street.
"But officer. . ." the man said, "I can explain."
"Just be QUIET!" snapped the officer. "Or I'm going to let you cool off in jail until the chief gets back."
"But officer, you gotta listen. . ."
"I said KEEP QUIET! Now you're going to JAIL!" A few hours later, the officer checked up on his prisoner and said, "Lucky for you the chief's at his daughter's wedding. He'll be in a good mood when he gets back."
"Don't count on it," said the man in the cell. "I'm the groom."
His wife had been killed in an accident and the police were questioning Finnegan.
"Did she say anything before she died?" asked the sergeant. "She spoke without interruption for about forty years," said the Irishman.
Thankfully the Irish seem to have a sense of humor. These jokes are from a collection of jokes at LAFFS.
”Actions are right in proportion as they tend to promote happiness; wrong as they tend to produce the reverse of happiness. By happiness is intended pleasure and the absence of pain.”
John Stuart Mill