One dollar after another

Orchid, 2023

     No point in complaining or stressing. People are more important than $$ 

Later, Dude

Chihuly Exhibit, Franklin Park, Columbus Oh 2006 

Moving to say today, except sis D at Dr today for broken knee.  Not much to be done except stabilizing casts. Also spoke a few minutes with I. 

Ancient times

Red takes out his dogbed to go sledding, 2-8-23

 

And brings out a pal to join the fun.  2-8-23

2-16-17. Just as deep as ever.  

Red is less enthusiastic about going out in the backyard snow these days.  Older and wiser.  But that’s enough drift memory for now. We’re going to walk in the park and maybe snag Micky D nuggets. 

 

Where did they go?

 

Flat snow on the river. Duck tracks or not?

     We walked in the park yesterday about 2:00 pm, 26 degrees, specifically wanting to see if the ducks were there. Not a one.  Wonder where they disappear to in this harsh, snowy weather?  Also wonder how deep the ice is frozen under that smooth layer  of snow.

They’re baack

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January 18 pics;  too cold to go to the park these days to check on them. Hope they are not freezing their paddles off.

Here they are hunkering down on January 9. So grateful I have a nice warm house instead of duck fat to keep me alive in winter. 

     Bad news about that lack in the local rag this morning: 10 people in New York City have died this week as a result of exposure to the extreme weather, at least 5 more than is typical for the whole season in past years. What a terrible thing!

Ho Hum

That’s my boy!

Home. From the groomer finally

   Red is at the groomers today.  I miss my little bestie.  So my whole morning feels dreary despite bright sunshine, also because temperatures are extremely cold and because my whole body feels like I’ve been run over. I did my grocery shopping after I dropped Red off, also fatiguing when it usually energizes me to be out among people and good things to eat early .  Then too I may not have drunk enough caffeine, having delayed my morning “decaffeinated” tea ‘til elevenish.  Whatever the combination of factors I feel dull and achy. No perky pup or centering exercises to pull me out of it yet. Body sensing feels odd and silly distractions interrupt concentration on work in these conditions, especially this low grade overall body pain.  I’ll bet I’m the only one who knows that—ha!

     Webinar was really good last night, as our new mix of people discussed BT chapters 8&9, very complex including the nature of humanity and the creation and meaning of Loonderperzo and Anulios in Gurdjieff’s cosmos. You will never fathom the gist of this tale in one lonesome reading.

     Baruch emailed us more info about amber this morning, a very romantic Scandinavian story about Odin’s daughter. Freya somehow drove away her husband and her punishment was to wear a necklace by Loki the rest of her life and to weep tears of gold on the earth and amber on the sea if they dropped that far. 

     Now I need to read that whole myth and locate my amber necklaces.  Guess I have the time to do it if I can whomp up the energy. Tomorrow is another day.  I hope.

Calm after the. Storm

 Love my wind spinner— Color and sparkles!

     I think I’ve said most of what I need to in the sandy ‘s shift post. Catch me later if I change my mind 

Roots

 

Bob, Columbia White, Mary Helen Bryant, Nolan WVa c 1943

     Won’t say much yet. Mom with her good friend (sister in law) and youngest brother, presumably at home,! A company shanty in a coal town.

Holding pattern

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future insertion in case Google won’t let me

Chihuly Exhibit 2006 Columbus 

Snow and plenty of it

 

JP hard at work, at crack of dawn at 8-10 F

     So far feels like a normal ME snowstorm.  We’re not planning any trips out today, but I think all the excitement was that the system covered almost the whole country.  

      It would be great if it dampened  the chaos in the so-called sanctuary cities, which are phenomenally noisy and provocative pockets of anti-Federalism, but not States’ Rights advocates, using an old traditional framework. They seem to fancy themselves Revolutionaries or kind hearted defenders of the downtrodden.  OK by me, if they keep it indoors and within legal ways and means. And if don’t start  a New Civil War driven by TDS.  

      Well, I did not know I’d be addressing this subject again this morning.  Must be perturbations of my peace of mind —or as some friends would denominate it, “white privilege.”  Could be a touch of cabin fever. Or maybe all this snow is today’s white thing, propping up my unearned privileges.

     Oooh. That sounds bitter.  I’ll let it stand, since irony is my target.  But my ironies go over heads.  For instance, L called me petty and mean in a text yesterday. I acknowledged it and forwarded the “Bargaining” post, which was likely unread.  Me indulging yet another WP.  

      Here’s the real irony:  I like to talk, actually converse, ie not just hear myself. I’m good at it. But no one engages with me. Practically no one,  that is, except 4-5 webinar friends. I can tell. You can measure my verity, too, by checking out the number of comments on my blog: One, weeks ago.  Yes, I’ve sent invites to follow this to many friends and relatives.

     Nonetheless, I’m talking to myself.  How many of us do that?  Are we aware we do it?  I can think of one, who cracks my heart, and she’s not a singleton, just the closest. She would say I don’t listen. I say I do; I just may not agree.  After all is said and done, listening is  partner to talking, sine qua non to conversation.  

    That’s all for the moment. I’m tired of talking to the void of my own silence.