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All my adult life, people have been asking me if I found Jesus. Well, I finally found him. He's been playing in a British folk rock band and going under the alias of Angus Stone. Now that we know, you can stop asking me. Seriously, stop asking me!
I think that the folks that have birthdays during leap day deserve better. When your birthday only comes around every fourth year, you really need to celebrate big time. WIth that in mind, I here by rename leap day. We shall now celebrate Febtember First!
Anybody have an idea what the birth stone should be?
Febtember is almost upon us. I can't wait. It's my favorite month. Febtember? What is Febtember you ask? Febtember is that extra leap day that appears once every four years. Your averge un-educated person would call the date February 29th. Those of us in the know, realize the date is actually Febtember first.
How are you planning to celebrate the first of Febtember? Any Febtember parties? What are the traditions that you recognize?
A three mule team is not a sight that you see everyday. When the farmer was putting the harness on his animals, I wonder if he thought to himself, "I got to get my ass in gear?" No? Sorry, I couldn't resist.
Enjoy your Saturday.
There is a lot of power in a candle. It can be a source of energy, heating cup of water, spinning a pinwheel, or starting a fire. A candle can set a mood by providing the perfect atmosphere for scary stories or romantic dinners. You can use it to light a room. If a candle is sceneted, maybe its only purpose is to smell good. Maybe you use your candle to make a wish during a birthday celebration. Put a candle in a window and it can guide somebody home or welcome them to your home.
Perhaps my favorite use for a candle is to use it as a beacon of hope. To ignite dreams and drive darkness away.
How do you use candles?
Claudine, are you going to switch over to Google+?
Oh, I don’t know. All of my friends are here and I like playing silly games about being a farmer.
You don’t! All of those Farmville requests drive me nuts. I’ve had it with Facebook. How many times do they have to mess with our security settings before they get it right? Besides, Google+ has some really cool features like Picassa, circles, and sparks.
Mia, none of our friends are there. We would be all alone. I would have to make new friends all over again.
Claudine, would that be such a bad thing? I’ve seen some of your friends. To be honest, making some new friends might not be such a bad thing for you. How many videos of talking cats do you need in one day?
Nobody knows what it is. Could be a seed pod. Could be that, aliens were hatched from it and are running around eating humans all over west central Ohio. Probably a seed pod. I doubt that there are aliens huning in Ohio. But… you never know and I will be sure to lock the door tonight when I go to bed. You can never be sure about aliens. Or ghosts. You can't be very sure about ghosts either. At least a locked door keeps the aliens out.
If I ever wanted to learn to sew a quilt, I think that I would want a thimble. Think about it. You would need to push a needle and thread through multiple layers of cloth and batting material, tens of thousands of times. The process repeated for every stitch. Can you imagine what all that pushing would do to your finger tips?
If I wanted to have a thimble, I think that I would want a unique example like the one you see in the picture above. That my friends, is not an ordinary thimble. None of those metal shot glass looking, full coverage thimbles for me. I want an open toed sandal of a thimble. I imagine that this thimble is the Birkenstock of the sewing circuit. A quirky European import thimble made for the kind of individual that likes to dance to his/her own tune. No following the masses for the owner of this thimble.
Those are my simple thimble thoughts. I just felt like sharing them with you. I hope you didn't mind.
Just for fun, try saying "Simple Thimble Thoughts" three times, fast, without spitting. 🙂
I am a big fan of people. I really like them in all of their infinite variations. I like watching them and I love listening to their stories. If they have a talent that I envy, then I am even more impressed. What I don't like are crowds. I don't like the feeling of being pressed in by people.
When I saw this woman playing the fiddle at the Faire at New Boston, I noticed that she always closed her eyes while she was playing. Was that to escape the press of on lookers? Did she need to run from the crowds?
My first thought was that she was like me and by closing her eyes, she could pretend that the crowds were not there. However, the more I watched and listened, the more that I realized that she was caught up in her music.
More than just listening, she was experiencing the music in a very personal way that could not be shared with the rest of us. I imagine that she could feel the notes as they vibrated loose from the instrument and rose into the air. Hers was a private reverie. A oneness with the music, not an escape.
When I am editing a photo on my computer, I sometimes have a similar experience. I can become enmeshed in the image. If I am working on a landscape, I let my mind wander within the scenery. If the image is a portrait, I can sometimes lose myself in the person's eyes. To go even further, I can relish the brilliant colors in a photo, letting my eyes absorb them and process them. Tones, contrast, and saturation become like the individual notes in the fiddler's tune. Like the woman lost in her music, I can become lost in the beauty of an image.
As a kid, we hiked a lot in the hills and mountains of New England. I remember my dad pointing out lichen on the huge granite boulders that we would pass along the way. For the longest time, I couldn't figure out why he was liking all the rocks. Evidently, I was never the sharpest tool in the shed.
The end result is that now I am liking lichen. What a cool name. Lichen. It's just fun to say. What words do you think are fun to say?
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