I don’t have a lot of time this morning; it’s a travel day for me, and I must get an early start. I did want to leave you with this, one of my favorite “cooking” strips. Readers don’t have to wonder where I got this idea!
Cooking Lesson
By Jimmy Johnson
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357 responses to “Cooking Lesson”
I looked at the DS and what that Kent fellow posted. Such cynicism is hard to believe. The author takes a small bit of truth (some people profit from wars) and expands it to be the sole reason for war. I’m sure there’s a Latin phrase for such thinking, but I don’t know it. Anyone?
Falsus in unum, falsus in omnibus?
I know there was a group of opinion between WWI and WWII that thought that the munitions makers were behind all wars (“The Merchants of Death”) Shame nobody ever told Mr. Hitler and Tojo-San about that
Wonderful article, Jackie. Thank you for sharing, and sending prayers for you and Mike.
Good afternoon Villagers…..
I am with Rick when it comes to ‘well wishers for a Happy Memorial Day’,
And, oh my, Mr. Kent just does not know when to stop typing…..on TDS
To quote Plato: “Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
Jackie…I am looking forward to reading your article….after my Hollywood shower 🙂
So, GR 😉 ….close, but no cigar? on the quiz that is 🙂
The Duke of Wellington, the victor of Waterloo, was asked by an earnest youth if he thought that would be the last battle of all. “Stuff and nonsense,” replied the Duke, “there will be wars until the end of time. I am just glad, by gad, that I won’t have to fight in any more of them.”
TDS, like all groups/associations, has its good and its bad. And like almost any group/association, there are a few who exhibit definite signs of CRI.
Thanks for the warning, Lily et al. My BP is normally around 115/50, so I won’t take a chance of raising it by taking a look over there today.
Debbe darling, you are always close as far as I’m concerned. 😉
I came across the poem below in the literature book we were using my senior year in high school. We were supposed to read/study “In Flanders fields” on the opposite page, but this one got to me more then, in 1967, and grows more poignant as the years go by.
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
Alfred Edward Housman
Well if someone wants to wish me a Happy anything, I try to accept it. (Not thrilled with Happy Holidays). If there is time, I suppose you could point out the reason for the holiday,like “I am so happy that there were others willing to pay the ultimate price”, but I sometimes wonder if it does much good as nobody wants to offend anyone.
I have a friend who nearly died 4 years ago and cannot work. He is still young and looks healthy, and he has actually gotten nasty comments when he uses a handicap parking spot. I got one because of my hip replacement and I guess I look old enough that nobody questions it. I have seen some questionable handicappers but now I just say a prayer for their health. If they are healthy, then I pray that they see past their selfish ways.
What a nice way to think of it, Steve
Obviously non-handicapped people without a handicapped car tag or an appropriate placard parking in handicapped parking zones? 🙁 When I become King of the World…well, you already know the rest of that rant. Let’s just say that I’m a less forgiving person than Steve, and therefore not as good a person as Steve.
And I have one of the danged placards! Because I am my Mom’s sole means of transportation, and she requires a cane to assist with her walking, due to a severely arthritic and extremely painful knee. And I would no more use the placard to park in a reserved zone when she is not with me and “steal” a handicapped parking spot than I would carjack someone in the parking lot for their car.
OK, end of rant.
It is ironic that all these years I resisted applying for a disabled/handicapped permit because my disabilities were not so obvious. As Mike said, he never saw any bones or blood sticking out! Now I have three, one for my 93 year old mother, one for my husband on chemo and too weak to walk and one for the disabilities I would never admit to.
For years I was the sole transportation for my late mother-in-law and had a permit for her, along with my elderly aunt who traveled with us so much.
My mother-in-law always said I should get one and a walker too. I told her it was going to look odd with a pickup truck pulling a trailer sitting in the handicapped space. And the walker was sure going to make it hard carrying all those silk flowers into flower shops that didn’t have any handicapped entrances to begin with!
I think sometimes Ghost and I push the same “wheel barrows” as my British friends call it!
Love, Jackie Monies
Some handicaps are invisible. Some are obvious. Mine shows up on X-rays.
I’ve managed to avoid using a walker by relying on shopping carts.
Steve: ‘I have seen some questionable handicappers but now I just say a prayer for their health. If they are healthy, then I pray that they see past their selfish ways.’
2-3 decades back, wife and went to a UMC certified lay speaker training conf. in midwinter, held at a small church down in Glenwood, I believe. Windy as the dickens, and bitter cold. Church had a nicely marked parking lot, with a handicapped space nearest the bldg’s entrance. We parked a few spaces away, and a car with handicap plates pulled into that space. Woman got out and went inside, with no difficulty. Turned out her husband was handicapped, but he was not with her. [Wife and I were a rarity, a couple both of whom were lay speakers. I’ve commented on that before.]
It was not a big deal, and I didn’t think to pray for her. She was pretty much ordinary and unmemorable otherwise. We, of course, did not envy her having to care for a handicapped partner.
Though I have some potential problems [e.g., a trick knee from an ancient toboggan accident], I get around pretty well. I would not voluntarily attempt to run any distance. At my age, I guess I’m ‘spry’. Unfortunately, also clumsy, a lifelong trait.
When The Man In My Life had complications from cataract surgery he was legally blind for a while. I got a handicapped placard to hang on the mirror when I took him shopping, etc. Once we went up to our local supermarket, I parked in the designated space and bounced in my usual way out of the truck and had an elderly man snap at me, “Just how handicapped are you, young lady?” (In our part of the country, a Lady is a woman who abides by a certain code of conduct, an Old Lady is one of the former who has reached a certain age, and a Young Lady is a girlchild who has just done something terrible). TMIML snapped, loud, “She’s with me, a*****e! And I’m just about blind!” He apologized.
Besides, I’d hate to use the placard just for myself, be called out on it, and have to claim my handicap was “tinnitus”. 🙂
My handicapped parking permit runs out this week and seems not renewable until/unless a hip goes. I admit I’ll miss it, but I suppose having usable knees is the better option.
Meantime, a younger acquaintance down a few doors has a totally shattered leg as of Holy Week. Surgery, with a rod inserted, helped, but she’ll not be walking any distance for several more months. Reminded her today that she probably should ask her doctors about a temporary permit so those who drive her around can use it for her benefit. Even with her wheelchair, being a far distance from her doc or a store would be unappreciated.
Decidedly “on topic” for today:
This is the creed all Tomb Guards at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier learn in training. It is inscribed on a plaque by the entrance to their quarters at Arlington National Cemetery in Washington, D.C.
The Sentinel’s Creed
My dedication to this sacred duty is total and whole-hearted. In the responsibility bestowed on me never will I falter. And with dignity and perseverance my standard will remain perfection. Through the years of diligence and praise and the discomfort of the elements, I will walk my tour in humble reverence to the best of my ability. It is he who commands the respect I protect, his bravery that made us so proud. Surrounded by well meaning crowds by day, alone in the thoughtful peace of night, this soldier will in honored glory rest under my eternal vigilance.
Dear Ghost, I hope you don’t really have tinnitus. I have read, and been told also, that it’s a most disturbing condition to be afflicted with.
Charlotte, it most certainly is. There are several surgeries designed to correct it, none totally satisfactory.
“The world is so full of a number of things, . . ..” [or something close to that]. Lewis Carroll. This is a neat blog. Peace, emb
Ghost, I think of the Unknowns each time I visit cemeteries and see the markers. Those are the ones whose remains are interred in sacred grounds but their names unknown. My own father’s remains were not recovered in Italy following WWII for seven long years, during which he remained “Missing In Action” I think of those who were and are still “Missing”.
My daughter and two year old grandson are in watching “Pearl Harbor”. Those are the accounts I read from those long unopened files sitting in my office on the floor, all alone but those ghostly voices. Hours and hours of reading until they all had been read before I shipped them off to the archives. No one paid me to do it, I just did it.
There is a lot of sacred ground and they all deserve honor.
Love, Jackie Monies
I guess my point is that many handicap’s are invisible, so I have learned not to be as judgmental. Yeah it ticks me off when I know somebody is breaking the rules and I will more often than not report them, but at the end of the day it’s their issue, not mine. I never wanted to be anybody but myself, because we all have our own crosses to bear. You never know how rough or easy the other guy has it, so it’s best not to even consider it. I have enough things to worry about!