Every now and then, someone will complain to me about their comment being shunted to “moderation.” The implication is, I am punishing them for some unknown affront. This is never the case. True, posts with certain words—use your imagination—automatically will be held for moderation, but this is seldom the problem with the rare posts that do, for unknown reasons, get sidetracked. I just dumped the moderation queue. There were only 65 comments that had accumulated over months and months. Not too bad, I’d say, but I will try to do a better job staying on top of the comments that, for whatever reason, wind up in moderation. If it happens to you, don’t take it personally. As I’ve said, I almost never nix a post for any reason.
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Just ran across this, in a 2015 Writer’s Almanac I’d failed to open.
Berry, Wendell. “The Blue Robe” / New Collected Poems. © Counterpoint Pr., 2012.
How joyful to be together, alone / as when we first were joined / in our little house by the river / long ago, except that now we know each other, as we did not then; / and now instead of two stories fumbling / to meet, we belong to one story / that the two, joining, made. And now we touch each other with the tenderness / of mortals, who know themselves: / how joyful to feel the heart quake at the sight of a grandmother, / old friend in the morning light, / beautiful in her blue robe!
Actually, she did have a blue robe, but it worked in anything.
Peace,
Don’t know how I missed the Flint Hills. Sophia Loren has larger hills than any I remember seeing from the air east of Wichita.
History just past: http://www.abandonedamerica.us/
Many things go better with wine.
The game sucked, so I channel-surfed in UHD. Hit the trifecta on a Friends rerun…Monica, Rachel and Phoebe all displaying pokies in the same episode. Must have been chilly on the set that day.
Debbe 😉 Don’t know what made me think of this. 🙂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjzTNWWO7U0
GM Debbe
Been away.
Jackie
Came across chicken coops in Northern Tool Catalog pg 128
Fall/ Winter 2016
Not pushing anything but maybe your minions could copy.
http://www.northerntool.com/shop/tools/category_farm-acreage+chicken-coops-accessories
#51521 looks similer to the one they did on “Ask This Old House”
Good morning Villagers…
GM, Old Bear, glad to read of your return.
….And now Nancy too is back.
But, we haven’t heard anything from Miss Charlotte lately????
Mark, good to see your return to work has gone well,
A cleaning crew is gathering at the homestead today. My baby sisters and stepsister. I’m working, and I doubt after packing and cleaning, I will be participating. Besides, I’m still upset with my stepsister anyway. I’ve never met a more narcissistic individual in my life….and it’s probably best if I stay away with the mood I’ve been in lately.
…happy Caturday
GR 😉 thought of this the other day when Sand mentioned Loon was in Phoenix. Pulled him up yesterday, and it was sad to learn of his demise…Alzheimer has him in final clutches.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vflqJOp_0Wk
today’s grin 🙂 https://i.chzbgr.com/full/8976912128/h9BA92CBE/
Sandcastler, I used t have a membership/shoot some at the NRA Whittington Center in Raton, NM. Santa Fe trail crosses the property, ruts are amazingly deep still.
Nancy, Jackie, other interested parties.
My roots are sunk in Wabaunsee County, the northern Flint Hills. I joined the Army to escape the land. We sold off the family cattle operation a quarter century back as none of us kids had the desire to run it.
150 mph winds? Please, please go northeast.
Battery life 😉
http://www.gocomics.com/moderately-confused/2016/10/01
Awake and showering no time to soak. I hope my pancreas and liver are functioning well. I had fun playing with wine. Just like the old days. These were all bottles I had accumulated on ramblings around America these past months. No serious purchases, just whatever labels amused me or “spoke” to me. What I call soda pop wine.
Loving wine was what messed up my pancreas long ago. But I never drink anything alone but Diet Coke. That and iced tea. Funny, I served wine all during the boat show and sprinkled champagne on her. But I hope to never drink alone.
Today’s strip, not too hot, not too cold, just right. I just said last night this and spring are only time I really like Oklahoma.
Debbe 😉 Remember, hon, narcissism isn’t a capital offense…even in the frequent cases when it should be.
Yes, sad. I remember seeing him at what was probably his last public appearance. This came up on a Sirius playlist the other night when I was returning to base…
“Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Rhinestone cowboy
Gettin’ cards and letters from people I don’t even know
And offers comin’ over the phone”
I suspect those last two lines were very true for him for much of his career.
Wait, what? sand grew up as a cowboy? 🙂
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be Cowboys.
Jackie was too. That was what I went to college for with second degree. Never used it. Animal husbandry and couldn’t get into vet school so took a degree in agricultural business administration.
sand and Jackie, easist to blame dogs since they look guilty the moment you say ” Did you…?”
Welcome back, Nancy.
Ghost is so right…demonstrating thankfulness is as important as being thankful.
Mindy, treating a job search like a job can help. I mean, putting in a specified anount of time on it per day. Hard to do when a work day is already thirteen hours, though.
emb, Berry’s quote is heart-achingly lovely.
Debbe, sometimes you just have to leave people alone for a bit, even family. Sometimes for their sake, sometimes for yours.
Mark in TTown, there’s a photographer here in Michigan who hunts for old photos and postcards, then retakes the subject. Also, we have a few folks who specialize in abandoned towns, farmsteads, and even manufacturing facilities.
GR6, definition of a cowboy; a poor man who owns: boots, saddle, and a hat.
Only cowboy accouterment I have these days is a single action Remington 44.
This comment was from about seven years ago. My late husband was saying he wasn’t going to make any repairs on house because Jackie’s dogs would just tear it up. His friend was a dog lover and looked up at my rotting and nonfunctional gutters and eaves of house.
“Yeah, Mike, those dogs are just hell on soffits.”
In last two years I replaced roof, gutters, soffits. Repaired rotted porch ceiling, breezeway, the falling down carport and countless other decrepit things on house and yard. Built dog and cat quarters and fences and yards and they are happy campers.
Real close to bull kelp bed; may be a sea otter or some such around. Close up expl ore.
http://expl ore.org/live-cams/player/orcalab-base
Peace,
It is safe to visit me, repairs are ongoing and not looking for help with labor. My honey do lists are covered by three part time employees I can write a check to without emotional ties. Except I like them and they are kind and take care of my house and animals and me. That is a good relationship.
It’s so hard to find good help with whom you can have a good relationship. 🙂
No hat, no cattle, eh, sand?
Why I’m laying low today…
http://www.nationaldaycalendar.com/national-ghost-hunting-day-october-1/
I do not miss my ghost or ghosts. We thought we had a portal. The cold sets were eerie, as was smoke filled ceilings and moving objects.
Hope having an official day does not encourage a reappearance. The real Ghost can show up anytime.