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April 29, 2012, Sunday, Day 29 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "It's that time of week to show you've been paying attention. Find something, everyone, throw something in. Find someone else's blog entry from the last week and discuss it in your own blog. Tell us why someone's entry resonated with you." I liked Brother Nature  ’s serial entries. Possibly because I have liven in a couple of houses that have had some sort of presence in them.In "Invalid Entry" , Brother Nature does a good job of building up curiosity for the next two. I like the title The Thing in the Basement and I couldn’t wait to read the next entry.After thinking about "Invalid Entry" , I realized that the presence in the basement didn’t make itself know until after the visit to the pool hall. I wonder if there was a connection.In "Invalid Entry" , I found the bird incidents and weird. Animals can sense an unseen presence when a human can’t.
Well, the bandage is off my left leg for a little while. The bandage came off on Wednesday and I had two wonderful days without worry about my left leg. However, on Saturday when I removed the compression stocking I noticed an issue with red skin and a small sore. This morning the lesions seem to have spread and they look like scratches. The wound hospital is closed on the weekends, so I have to wait until Monday to call for an appointment. I’m so sick of having a bandage on my left leg. With the exception of dry skin, the right leg seems to be all right. The left leg is giving me the problem, so I guess that Monday I will call the wound hospital for an appointment. In the mean time, I need to check my supply of tall kitchen bags because I need them to go over the bandage when I take a shower. |
April 28, 2012, Saturday, Day 28 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Describe a life experience so important to you it deserves to be told over multiple entries." SATURDAY APRIL 28 --- No.3 --- End. This is the last of this series of entries, but it isn’t the end of my life experience. I’m not a ghost writing this, all though I suppose I could be a ghost writer if I tried. I will discuss my encounters with the divine or things not of this world in this entry. Three experiences under these categories standout, two of these experiences were dreams. The other experience wasn’t a dream that I am sure of. I will list these experiences in chronological order. The first experience occurred when my sibling and I were vacationing with our Grandparents at Lake Blackwell. Grandpa had a trailer house (mobile home) on a lot at Lake Blackwell. It was small and crowded with six people sleeping in it, I think that is where I acquired my liking for sleeping on couches and love seats. Anyway, it was night and we were supposed to be asleep, however, I have never been able to go to sleep the minute my head hit the pillow. It doesn’t matter how tired I may be, it still takes me about ten or fifteen minutes (if I am lucky) to get to sleep. I went to bed on what can be describe as a love seat sized couch which was next to a window. Since I was unable to go to sleep and everyone else was asleep, my only option was to lay there and look out the window at the stars. This night, the stars were not the only things I saw in the sky. I saw a disk (saucer) shaped object moving across the sky making some very unusual maneuvers. Yes, I saw what could only be termed as a flying saucer. One of the dreams occurred when I was sleeping at my parents’ home of West College in Blackwell, Oklahoma. In this dream, I saw Christ returning in the clouds. His face bright and radiant, while the clouds around him covered the rest of his body, I saw only his face in this dream. The second dream occurred at my Grandparents’ house in the Smelter Heights, but still in Blackwell, Oklahoma. In this dream, a school friend and a neighbor knocked on my Grandparents’ front door, which was unusual because no one used the front door to enter the house. Everyone always came to the kitchen door. In this dream, my friend knocked on the door and I answered it. She said, “Come to the Southern Baptist Mission on Sunday because Christ is returning.” My answer, “No He’s not, because He has already returned.” This is the final entry in this series, at least for now.
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April 27, 2012, Friday, Day 27 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Describe a life experience so important to you it deserves to be told over multiple entries." FRIDAY APRIL 27 --- No. 2 - Middle. I have a purpose in life. I am not sure what that purpose is, but I know I have a purpose because if I did not have a purpose, I would have been dead long ago. I say this because of two incidents in my growing up years. One incident occurred when I was a child and living in Blackwell, Oklahoma and the other when I was in high school and living in Shawnee, Oklahoma. The first incident concerned a game of hide and seek and an empty refrigerator. We were visiting my cousins, who lived on a farm not vary far from Blackwell. My parents and grandparents took us to my cousin’s farm for a visit. The adult were inside playing cars and the children outside playing games. We were playing hide and seek and Charlotte, my cousin, was it. I wanted to win this game because I had never won a game of hide and seek. I saw the empty refrigerator on the porch. It looked like a good place to hide, so went on the porch, opened the refrigerator, and got in. As soon as I go in the door closed, but I wasn’t worried. The next thing I remember was seeing Grandpa standing in there looking into the refrigerator. He pulled me out, but he did not tell Mom. He did tell my cousin’s father because the next time we went to visit the door was off the refrigerator. The next incident happened when I was in high school in Shawnee, Oklahoma. The day the incident happened, I wore a peasant blouse and skirt type outfit to school. I looked nice in that outfit, even if I do say so myself. Anyway, I was walking home after school. I was walking by myself and the traffic was extremely light, so it must have been a weekday. I don’t know why I was walking home that late in the afternoon because normally I took a bus. I was walking in the same direction as the traffic on a four-lane highway. As I said, traffic was light and no cars had passed me in the last five or ten minutes. I saw a car approaching on the other side of the highway. It made a u-turn and parked on the shoulder near where I planned to cross the highway. There were four men in the car. They looked like college guys. Something urged me to turn and cross the highway a block from where I planned. I turned, looked both directions and saw no other cars approaching. As I crossed the highway, I noticed them driving away. Anyway, I walked down the residential street and turn at the next corner to go home. To this day, I believe that if I had continued down the highway I would never have made it home. Those are the two major experiences that make me think I have a purpose in life. Whatever that purpose is I have not fulfilled it yet because I am still alive.
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April 26, 2012, Thursday, Day 26 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Describe a life experience so important to you it deserves to be told over multiple entries." THURSDAY APRIL 26 --- No 1 -- Beginning. I was born on December 24, 1946 about eleven minutes before midnight. I missed being a Christmas baby by eleven minutes. My conception occurred approximately nine months before my nativity. If my conception had occurred eleven minutes later, I would have been born on Christmas. One of my regrets is that I never thanked my parents for this blessing. When I was growing up, I thought being born on Christmas Eve was one of the worst things that could have happened to me. I was not. It was bad, but being born on Christmas Day would have been worse. As it was, I never got to open a birthday present by myself. When I opened, my birthday presents each of my siblings got to open a one of their Christmas presents. I always resented this and I probably still resent it on some level; however, at 65 there are other things more important then being born on either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. At least, that is what I try to tell myself. I do not remember anything about my birth. I remember Mom telling me about it. I know I was born in a hospital. I know I was a bottle fed baby. I know that my Grandfather ask if I crossed my legs at my ankles (I think this had something to do with my Mother’s birth). My birth in the hospital in Blackwell, Oklahoma, on December 24, 1946 was the second most important day in my life. The most important day in my life occurred nine months before at my conception. I do not remember either of these events and you would think a person would remember two of the most important days in their lives, but for obvious reasons I do not remember these events. Why, you might ask, was the day of my conception the most important day of my life? Because of my conception as an embryo I and my birth, I have reached the state of maturity (a state I sometimes question) and wisdom (there are times when I wonder if I am wise) I have achieved today. In addition, the other important days or rather experiences of my life would never have occurred. The next two entries will cover the other important experiences in my life.
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April 25, 2012, Wednesday, Day 25 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Describe your favorite fairy tale, myth or legend from your childhood. Discuss why it’s your favorite. Has it influenced your beliefs and morals throughout your life so far?" I enjoyed all the fairy tales from my childhood. My favorite was the one about the frog turning into a prince when the princess kissed him. Yes, I think it did have an effect on my life because I’ve kissed a lot of frogs (I’m not talking about the kind that are green, sit on lily pads, and croak at night). After looking back over my love life, I suspect I always thought of my self as the princess and the men in my life as frogs. All I needed to turn them into my prince charming was love and kisses. It doesn’t work that way. I don’t care how nice you dress a frog up, make him look human, and put a crown on him, he’s still a frog at heart. One night, when you are least expecting it, he’s going to turn back into a frog and hop away. Usually with the female frog that is still in the lily pond.
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April 24, 2012, Tuesday, Day 24 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "What are two skills you would love to have and why." I would like to have several new skills, the problems is that I am not sure I am willing to pay the price that they would require. Everything new skill, attribute, or talent a person acquires has a price or requires a sacrifice. The skills I would like to have today (if this question were ask another time I might want different skills) would require tremendous sacrifices. I do not know what that price (sacrifice) is now because that is something I would not find out until I got those skills, but I do know they require a sacrifice. Now that I have revealed my well-developed wet blanket skill, you know I would not ask for it. The skills I would wish for at present are (1) the skill to stop time whenever I wanted for as long as I found necessary and (2) the skill to transport myself any place in the universe instantly carrying anything my strength would allow.  Why would I want the ability to stop time? The answer to that is easy. I never have enough time in the day or the week to accomplish everything I need to accomplish. If I could stop time, for at least one day a week I could get a lot more done. I have not figured out what price this skill would require, but it would be something really big and costly, but not in dollars or any other currency in the know universe. Why would I want the ability to transport myself any place instantly carrying stuff? I could transport myself to the supermarket, buy what I needed, and then transport myself home with my purchases. Of course, this is a dangerous skill for someone (like me), for someone who is directionally challenged. Therefore, I can guess the price this one would require. I would get to the store all right, but when I went to transport myself back to my house I would end up in an underground city on Mars or a planet orbiting Wolf 359 and be unable to transport myself back to Earth until the next day.Once I received those skills, I would accept the price. After all, I did walk into this with open eyes. I may not have known precisely what I was getting myself into, but I did know there would be a cost, which I may not like.
Thought for the day: “There is no such thing as a free lunch.” ~ Author Unknown |
April 23, 2012, Monday, Day 23 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "name three advantages that kids born these days have over older generations. Then, name three advantages that older generations have over kids born these days." Kids Today Today, kids can call home from wherever they are without worrying about whether or not they have the proper change for a phone call. Carrying all those quarters, dimes, and nickels always wore holes in our pockets and we could never find them in our purses. Not to mention the fact that all that small change was heavy and cumbersome. Today, kids can go shopping in the middle of winter or summer without leaving an enclosed mall to go to another store. In addition, they can find any type of food they want and remain in the mall. They do not have to come to a consensus among their friends on where to eat because everyone can have whatever food desired without leaving the mall or going to the same restaurant. Today, kids do not have to walk more then a few blocks to school. If they live farther then that from school, they can take a bus or have someone, drive them. They do not have to walk two or three miles to school up hill both ways. Kids Yesterday Yesterday, we could make prank calls without worrying about someone charging us with harassment. Yesterday, we learned how to write cursive in school, which was always fun because we could compare our beautiful script with the lousy script of our best friends. Yesterday, we could play dodge ball and actually hit someone with the ball or get hit ourselves because we did not dodge the ball. Yesterday, we had unsafe toys and could get seriously hurt, but we did not worry about that because we were having fun. Either that or we did not realize we could get seriously hurt. Yesterday, we had unsafe fireworks like cherry bombs and roman fountains. We sit them off with no clue that we could get seriously hurt or we did not have sense enough to realize how seriously we could get hurt. Yesterday, we knew our friends parents existed because there names were in the phone book. Yesterday, we heard that marvelous dial tone when we picked up the receiver and had the fun of actually dialing a telephone without pushing a button. Yesterday, we were never sure who was calling us because we did not have caller ID. Yesterday, we used cameras with real film in them and could screw up a picture if we forgot to advance the film. It was always exciting getting our pictures form the drug store and seeing just how badly we screwed up the pictures we took at our cousin’s birthday party. Yesterday, we had to wear watches to know what time it was. In addition, we knew that we were grownups when our parents bought us our first wristwatches, as opposed to the pocket watches our grandfathers always carried. Yesterday, we did not have to worry about getting exercise when we watched television. We got our exercise every time we got up off the couch to change the channel. Yesterday, we got the mental exercise of memorizing a phone number. Yesterday, we could go out without our parents knowing where we were, unless we were foolish enough to tell them where we were really going. Yesterday, we could climb in and out of our bedroom windows without setting off the burglar alarm. Unless of course we forgot to give the dog a bone when we were leaving and coming home. Author’s Note: I know that is more then three advantages, but once I started walking down memory lane I could not stop.
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April 22, 2012, Sunday, Day 22 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "It's that time of week to show you've been paying attention. Find something, everyone, throw something in. Find someone else's blog entry from the last week and discuss it in your own blog. Tell us why someone's entry resonated with you." Decisions! Decisions! Decisions! This was a tough choice because every entry has something interesting or thought provoking. However, despite the fact that I abhor making decisions (which is why I usually end up making decisions, but that’s another blog entry and it could be a rant) I’ll pick a favorite. I chose "Invalid Entry" by Brother Nature . I chose this entry for three reasons. First, it reminded me of a time when I was capable of not only walking around the block, but at least two or three miles. Second, Brother Nature mentioned one of my favorite walking exercises, which I am still capable of accomplishing without assistance or running out of breath. That is walking “between the coffee pot” and in my case the computer or any other part of the house. Third, Tennessee Bird Walk one of the songs that is guaranteed to make me smile, singing along, and laugh.
Thought of the Day: There are no passengers on Spaceship Earth. We are all crew. ~ Marshall McLuhan, 1964  Happy Earth Day |
April 21, 2012, Saturday, Day 21 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "In the tradition of bloggers everywhere, tell us all about your day, in great detail, even the mundane stuff, but especially the good stuff, the parts of your day that inspired you, that motivated you, that showed you the joy in your life. Tell us how your day was, whether you laughed or whether you cried. You know, blog." I did two load of laundry this morning and I think have, at least, one more load to wash today. For breakfast Mom and I had hazel nut coffee and cherry cinnamon coffee cake. For lunch, we ate chicken salad sandwiches. The next time I go to the store I have to buy sweet relish because I didn’t have a jar when Mom’s P.C.A. made it yesterday. I washed some dishes either this morning or last night before I went to bed. I can’t remember which because the day has been full of mundane stuff, which seems to affect my memory. I have our breakfast and lunch dishes to wash. The problem is that I can’t stand up for long periods of time. I have to sit down periodically to rest and take a break. On the bright side I got the trashcan rolled to the curb this morning and now I have to go see if one of my neighbors rolled it to the garage or someone stole it. I don’t think anyone took it because I don’t put the lid on it when I roll it to the curb. Mom will no longer have a Personal Care Assistant on Saturday or Sunday, which means I have to add some duties to those days. Now I have to mop the floor in her room and bathroom. I don’t think I’ll do either of those today, perhaps tomorrow. The floors look clean to me (I know the still have germs, but since I can’t see the germs I’m not going to let them bother me today), I started the process of making Mom’s bed, I still haven’t decided whether her sheets need changed or I can leave them on another day. I also have to finish putting the coffee grounds in glass jars and putting the jars on the back porch. Theatrically, if you put coffee grounds in the jars, add water, and lean the jars against the house, bugs are supposed to crawl in and not be able to get out. Then you empty the jars once a week or once a day depending on how many creepy crawlies are foolish enough to crawl in. I don’t know if it works, but it’s worth a try. Besides it’s cheaper then an exterminator and it recycles jars and coffee grounds; at least, until you have to empty the bugs into the trash. I’ve rested long enough, so I will post this and wash the dishes so that I don’t have too many to do later today. I don’t mind being Mom’s P.C.A. on Saturday and Sunday it’s a blessing and if the considering the way I have to work it doesn’t seem to interfere with writing and working online. The biggest effort I’m making is getting Mom up to go to the bathroom. For some reason today, she doesn’t want to tell me when she has to go.
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April 20, 2012, Friday, Day 20 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "If you could have one super power to help save the world what would it be? Now, the proviso is it has to be a silly super power and your mileage may vary on the facet of the world you are saving." I suppose it had to happen sometime. I mean with all the pollution and cutting down the rain forest. Not to mention the fuel trucks, cars, recreational vehicles, and other means of transportation clogging our highways and city streets. I even think I saw a movie about something like this happening. However, I never thought it would happen to me. Under most circumstance, I’m a careful and defensive driver. When I get in the car, I put my cell phone inside my purse, zip the purse closed, and the put the purse on the floor of the passenger side. This way, when and if the phone rings the voice mail picks it up before I can get to the phone. Anyway, I was driving west on Sahara Avenue on my way to a doctor’s appointment or something like that, with the drivers side window down (the cool air in my car doesn’t work properly so I have to use a version of the old fashion four 45 air-conditioning). My silver Kia was in the center lane. On the left was a fuel truck and on my right a city bus. Something caused the city bus to swerve into my car, which pushed my Kia into the fuel truck. Whatever the truck was transporting spilled onto and into my car; I know it wasn’t gasoline because it smelled like lavender spice and spring rain. Fortunately, the contents weren’t flammable, at least it didn’t catch fire. By the time, the truck driver pulled me out of the car the police and paramedics arrived. I stood in the middle of the street smelling like laundry detergent and liquid fabric softener, while the paramedics checked on the passenger of the bus and the police talked to the bus driver. An ambulance arrived and waited for casualties. After determining, that there were no injuries on the bus, the paramedics ask me if I wanted to go to the hospital. I said yes, but only on the condition that I could go in the ambulance. (I learned in 2007, that if you go to an emergency room you get in quicker if you take an ambulance.) The ambulance drivers and paramedics were agreeable, since I was the best smelling patient they had transported all day. A police officer retrieved my purse out of my car and I went to UMC. At UMC, the nurses hosed me down and the doctor checked me over. The doctor didn’t find anything wrong with me so he released me and suggested I take a long hot shower when I got home to make sure all the chemicals were out of my hair and off my body. I thought that was the end of it. I was wrong. The next, morning while listening to the news, I heard that an oil field somewhere in the Middle East was in flames. At that point, I sneezed and the color of my hair and skin changed from their original color to neon green. Unlike the Hulk, I didn’t look like I had overdosed on steroids. Still in my nightgown, I disappeared from my living room and appeared in the center of the burning oil field. Facing east, I stood in the middle of the burning oil with my nightgown melting and sneezed. That sneeze put the fire out in the direction I faced. Then I turned north and sneezed again with the same results. After I put the fire out, I stood there naked, but unburned. A military officer, who should have been angry because a naked woman was standing in the oil field, came up to me and handed me a blanket. He asked if I was all right. I assured him I was unharmed, and then he asked my name and country of origin. Since my skin and hair were, still neon green and I didn’t want to give my real name or nation. I told him I was the Neon Green Sneezer and I worked for Gaia, an internal organization dedicated to dealing with human created ecological disasters. I also explained that I needed to report to his country’s representative to the United Nations. After all, there is no use causing an international incident over a sneeze.
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April 19, 2012, Opinion Thursday, Day 19 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Transportation. What is your preferred mode of getting around and what are your thoughts about the nature of mobility today and tomorrow?" I drive a 2000 silver (when it is clean) Kia Sephia; however, my preferred mode of transportation is a chauffer driven Mercedes-Benz. I rode in a Mercedes once it was wonderful; it was heavenly. It was so much quieter and smoother then any other car I know. As for the nature of mobility today, I am 65 years old and I can say from experience that transportation today is both better and worse then in decades past. My grandparents learned to drive horse and buggies, but he bought a car as soon as he could afford it. We no longer have to use horse and buggies to get around. It used to take weeks or months to get across the United States and now it takes a few hours. In some ways transpiration is much better. In other ways, it is worse and/or more expensive. Gas prices are kissing $4.00 a gallon. In order to get a car fixed, you go to a mechanic, he or she puts the car on a computer and then orders a part, which is no bigger then your thumbnail and cost between $100.00 and $400.00 if you are lucky without labor. I do not mind paying when and if I can find the money, besides if I have a choice, I would rather fix a car then feed and clean up after a horse. The future of transportation is in solar powered or electric cars, preferably that fly. However, I am not married to the flying car idea. I think any type of car that does not pollute the environment and allows people get around at a reasonable price within a reasonable time frame. Myself I would prefer a solar powered car with a robot chauffer.
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Wednesday, April 18, 2012, Wednesday, Day 18 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "What things have you experienced to help build your character to what it is today?" "What things have you experienced to help build your character to what it is today?" Tests and difficulties, I am not talking about the types of tests I encountered in school. Compared to the tests I encounter in everyday life, the tests encountered in school are a piece of cake. I thought my life was complicated in grade school, junior high (middle school), and high school. I was wrong! My life was simple and easy in those days. I did not encounter the life altering or spirit altering issues until I got out in the “real world”. Most of the tests I have encountered can be traced back to trust issues and patience. Due to certain events in my childhood, I have trust issues. These “trust issues” effect me when it comes to dealing with events that are not under my control. I know at these times I need to place the situation in God’s hands and I do; the problems arise when I want to take the situation out of God’s hands and worry about it. The problem is that when I worry, I obsess and when I obsess, I do not get anything else accomplished. I am getting to the point that I can place the situation in God’s hands and leave it there, but it is hard. I have encountered many tests and difficulties over this issue. Then there is patience. I used to think I was patience. I still may be patience when it comes to dealing with human beings; there are exceptions of course, but in most cases, I am extremely patient when dealing with human beings and other living things. The item that tests my patience the most is a slow computer. I am not talking about responses in seconds. I am referring to response times of minutes and messages such as “not responding” and “Page(s) Unresponsive”. I am learning to deal with the computer issues. I no longer want to put my fist through the monitor or cry into my keyboard. I would like to have a new computer and printer that will print more then one page at a time without jamming, but these too shall come. All I have to do is be patient and find the money somewhere. In the mean time, I have coffee and hot chocolate mix; if the computer gets too slow I can make myself a mug of café mocha.
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April 17, 2012, Tuesday, Day 17 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "What are three things you would change about your life right now and why?" The problem here is choosing only three things. I would change many things about my life. However, the top three thing I would change are  Procrastination Depression Negative Self-talkand yes, I know I can do something about those.
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April 16, 2012, Monday, Day 16 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Share the most extreme case of culture shock you've ever experienced." Definition: Culture Shock is a condition of disorientation affecting someone who is suddenly exposed to an unfamiliar culture or way of life or set of attitudes. I’m not sure whether this counts as culture shock or not, but the closest I came concerns a family member by common law marriage. The problem is that he won’t listen. I don’t mind having to fix things after he gets finished, what I do mind is his extreme prejudice and using a word I have ask him not to use. I ask him not to use a specific insult to another race and he ignores me. I understand that was how he was raised, but that’s no excuse. That is especially no excuse for ignoring my request not to use the offensive word. I’ve tried changing the subject, but that doesn’t help. Right now my only option is to leave the room and make sure that all the windows and outside doors are shut so at least the neighbors don’t hear.
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| Istijlál (Majesty), 18 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 165 BE – Thursday, March 19, 2009 about 7:38 AM Pacific Time Today I am thankful for the birds I hear singing in my front yard Today I am thankful that neither bank account is overdrawn Today I am thankful for all the canned milk we have in the house Today I am thankful that today is my mother's 88th birthday Today I am thankful for having enough coffee in the house to make fresh coffee Today I am thankful that the weather is finally warm enough to turn the heat off Today I am thankful that the weather is not hot enough to turn the cool air on Today I am thankful that my mother has received birthday cards from the Baha'is in Las Vegas over the past three or four days Today I am thankful that I was able to pay for the paper for another 13 weeks Today I am thankful that we have bagels to toast for breakfast this morning |
| ‘Idál (Justice), 17 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 165 BE – Wednesday, March 18, 2009 about 1:06 PM Pacific Time "In the beginning was only darkness," Linda's voice echoed from the Botany Bay's metal wall. "Not even the lights of stars were seen in all the material universe. Only in the spiritual universe did light exist because the spiritual universe was illuminated by the Creator." Linda smiled as the children gathered around her waiting for her to continue. "Because the angels hadn't been created yet, God was lonely. He didn't like being alone, so God proclaimed Be and light was born in the material universe." "Why," ask Ginny, the most precocious child on the ship, "do you call God He? I thought God was a spirit and had no gender." "Ginny, we refer to God as male because all the prophets we know of were male, but women gave birth to them." "Oh, all right," Ginny's brow knotted. NOTE: This is going to be a creation story. This is as far as I've gotten. The Botany Bay is an interstellar prison ship and the children are those of the cargo and crew. Linda is a robot and has the duty of overseeing the instruction of the children on the ship. Ginny was born to one of the prisoners, but her father is a crewmember. |
| Kamál (Perfection), 15 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 165 BE – Monday, March 16, 2009 somewhere around Sunset Pacific Time I was planning on making another entry today, but tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day or is that Saint Padrick's day. Because I am Irish or at least part Irish, I decided to write about that. I've never visited Ireland. Perhaps it is just as well because my illusions of the country remain in tact. If I visited the land of my ancestors then my illusions would be shattered. Since my Illusions are intact I can think of Ireland as a green island where a Leprechaun hides behind every bush with his pot of gold just waiting for an unsuspecting tourist to pass. All right, let's face it I'm not sure whether I believe in Leprechauns or not. At least, I'm not sure whether they exist on this planet, I will accept the fact that they live somewhere in this wide universe. I will also accept the fact that, no matter what planet they live on, the collect gold coins for some reason or other. All though, I suspect that if rainbows and pots of gold are so common on their planet that ever Leprechaun has both a pot of gold and a rainbow. The two items must not be worth very much on their planet. For a material object, such as gold coins, to be worth something, they have to be rare. Rainbows probably aren't as sacred on a planet where they are common phenomena. Here on Earth rainbows are rare enough to be considered sacred and to have a pot of gold at the end. |
| Jamál (Beauty), 14 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 165 BE – Sunday, March 15, 2009 about 9:09 AM Pacific Time My mother's birthday is March 19, she turns 88 on that day. The first day of spring is March 20, the sun crosses the vernal equinox about 11:44 Universal Time that day. Naw-Ruz is March 21, I have no idea, as yet, whether the celebration at the Baha'i Center in Las Vegas will occur on the evening of March 20 after sunset or on the day of March 21. I am as prepared for the New Year of 166 BE or as prepared for a New Year as ever. I have my goals set for the year. I am even working on a budget. Actually, I started the budget in January, but then decided to change the budget spreadsheet to monthly. I am keeping track of what we spend each month and putting that in the spreadsheet. So far I am doing all right, not perfect but all right. After counting the money we have in the bank and on hand (including the $17.00 I still have on a gift card), I found we spent about $27.00 per month (January, February and March) more then I showed. I know what happened to it because it was cash and I lost the receipts for the money spent. Therefore, instead of keeping receipts loose in my purse or on the coffee table, I now put them in an envelope. I suppose I should bring up the April spreadsheet and figure out what I know we have coming in and going out, but I am going to wait until after the fourth Wednesday in this month to do that. I have some aluminum cans to sell next week and I still have money coming in from some blog ads this month..I am going to take some of the money I have and take Mom out to eat for her birthday. |
| Istiqlál (Independence), 12 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 165 BE – Friday, March 13, 2009 about 5:01 AM Pacific Time I visit Blackwell, Oklahoma, in my dreams. The dreams usually occur in my Grandparent's house (I can't remember their address) or in the house we lived in on West College. The dream last night didn't occur in the house on West College, but that house was in the dream. I was driving my Kia and my sister was sitting in the passenger seat. In the dream, I attempted to turn into the driveway of the house, but missed the driveway and had to go past the house to turn around. The only way to turn around was to drive to the next corner and go around the block. I missed the turn at the next corner and the one after that. My sister and I drove to the end of College drive and made a right. I almost hit a white Royals that was driving down that street. The couple in the Royals were dressed in white and they were selling homemade salad dressing door-to-door. Anyway, I had decided to go down to the next street and make another right to get back to the house on College. I woke up before I got to that street. I said to my sister (sometime in the dream), "You'd almost think I forgot how to drive." Her replay was "Maybe you did." She had no emotion in her voice. I don't know why we were going to the house because that didn't come up in the dream. |
| Istijlál (Majesty), 11 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 165 BE – Thursday, March 12, 2009 about 8:22 AM Pacific Time All right, I'm almost sure it's an ulcer that is cause the pain in my gut and dry heaves. Fortunately, last night I didn't throw up, I thought I was going to a couple of times, but I didn't. I talked to my doctor the last time I saw her, I described the symptoms and she agree it probably was an ulcer. I'm going to do a bit more research on-line to see if those symptoms indicate something else, but I doubt that it will change the doctor's mind the next time I discuss it with her. I'm going to have to have a physical before I can go back to work next month. The job I'm going to do requires a yearly physical, but they reimburse $20.00 of the cost. I have a choice of going to their doctor or my own. If I go to my doctor, then it cost $25.00, while it doesn't cost me anything to go to the company doctor. I think I'll go to my doctor because it is closer then the other doctor. All so, my doctor know my conditions so if there is a problem that prevents me from doing this job we can determine a treatment. If I go to the other doctor and there is a problem, I would have to go to my doctor anyway and the fewer doctors I have to deal with the better off I am. |
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