Forget the boat. What happened to Arlo’s glasses!? Friday isn’t the best day to start a series nor is it a good day to begin a journey, but I’m going to do both. When I was young, I remember reading an anecdote told by Charles Schulz. In Peanuts, he depicted Charlie Brown’s sister Sally in a new set of glasses for which she’d been fitted by the “ophthalmologist.” According to Schulz, he received vociferous pushback from optometrists, who saw themselves sidelined in favor of a medical doctor. Sparky had not given the matter any thought beforehand, but apparently it’s a touchy area with optometrists. It’s just one of the great things about being a cartoonist: you never know from whence the slings and arrows will come. Sally went on to lose her new glasses, too.
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I just spent an hour talking with an 8 or 9 yr old, discussing fun stuff to do with food (jello sculpture, anyone?) space travel and Elon Musk, to conspiracy theories about pyramids. What a mind that kid has! An who knows? He may be right about some of it. 🙂 Been a fun afternoon. After a fun morning wherein I visited the artCentral holiday boutique when I told myself to stay away. “I’ll just look” uh huh, right sure…… LOTS of pretties by many artists. I didn’t just look.
Lizzie gets her eyes checked…
“Which is better, Miss Borden, one or two? Two or three? Three or four? Three or four? Three or four? THREE or FOUR? No, wait, don’t! Put down that hatchet! Noooooooooooo!”
Some accents are harder to understand than others…
https://www.ksl.com/?sid=46209725&nid=1017&title=have-you-seen-this-santa-speaks-all-languages-except-one
Glad you are OK, Jackie. You gave us a scare! I know that too much protein can aggravate kidney problems. Evidently the chemo caused your body to be unable to process that much. Keep up the good work! And you too, Ghost.
Things are back to normal, as much as normal is with cancer. Ghost fed me delicious enchilada soup made with leftover turkey. Full of white meat and fiber with added brown rice.
In honesty, a terribly sick cancer patient came in right behind us, in a wheelchair. Horribly ill she tried to reach the registrstion. Her husband was parking. No one to help her so I did, have her a mask, then turned her over to her husband when he rushed in.
While we waited I took her a pack of sanitary wipes and talked to her a minute, pushed my wig back and joked. It was all Ghost and I could do to not cry.
When my turn came I asked they take her ahead of me.
This is not to promote my “kindness”. It is simply inconvenient to me at this point in my cancer. I hope It is never more than that for me during my treatment.
Cancer was more than an inconvenience for that poor lady last night. I felt it was her life and she was losing the fight.
-must be dusty in here-
Jackie, I know you were sharing not bragging. Still, kudos to you for making the effort. It is amazing what a small kindness might do, at the right time.
Someone out there stole a Curious George book I bought off Amazon for my grandsons. It was apparently delivered to our porch less than 10 minutes after we left yesterday evening to view Christmas lights in the neighboring town.
I wonder if it’s above the thief’s reading level?
Trucker I think I have been a long time source to those stealing off my porch. After looking out at 2 a.m. To find someone going through packages on front porch I got a postal box.
Some companies won’t do postal boxes so we still have a problem.
Hope they don’t meet Ghost out there.
Speaking of the slippery slope of aging, my late uncle-in-law referred to life after 45 as “learning to manage your decline.”
Yep. I understand that.
CNN news item.
http://www.cnn.com/2017/11/27/world/complicit-dictionary-word-year-2017-trnd/index.html
Peace,
From today’s AWAD Mail.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/wordsmithorg/38734263331/in/photostream/
Peace,
Regarding new glasses: http://www.gocomics.com/monty/2017/12/03
A possum walks into a liquor store: http://www.nwfdailynews.com/news/20171202/possum-breaks-into-liquor-store-gets-skunky-drunk
Thinking about Christmas movies brought to mind a blockbuster of acting The Lion in Winter. Not exactly fly heart warming but powerful and realistic.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lion_in_Winter_(1968_film)
Having time to read, I read rapidly the history and life and death of each of the characters, their ancestors and their descendants and relatives. If you think you have a dysfunctional family watch this movie!
This had to be most contentious royal family in history, constantly at war with each other or imprisoned.
Watch Christmas with Henry and family and yours will look better.
Watch Becket before you watch Lion in Winter – Peter O’Toole as Henry II in both.
I agree Ruth Ann. Still reading on historical characters. They were indeed the devil’s spawn.
Reading history can be fascinating. There are a number of”!ost” kings and queens whose tombs remain but their remains are lost. Those early monarchs like Henry II, Richard I who were interred in France went missing during the French Revolution. Tombs were desecrated and emptied or dedtroyef.
Which makes me ask, if pyramids and cathedrals cannot protect the kings, how do we as mortals expect our graves will last?
‘Cuse me, not just FRench were guilty, the Protestant Reformation and dissolution in England lost a few kings as well.
Haven’t run across WWII bombing of distruction losing any burials of kings of queens but it seems probable.
Taken to its logical conclusion, setting land aside for interring corpses will eventually use up all the land. Personally, I find it neither devout nor sensible. Cremation takes up less room, but one can dispose of ashes in a decent way, preferably on natural public land [e.g., woods] that is not likely to be disturbed in the foreseeable future. Since cremation wastes fuel, a better solution would be to bury corpses [not embalmed] in unmarked graves in a wooded area, and rotate the process through, say, 4 woods in a public parkland. I expect an undertakers’ lobby will see to it that won’t happen.
The notion of resurrection arose at a time when it was not understood that remains were a bunch of atoms of the same stuff of which matter in general consists. The last breath you inhaled probably contained matter that was in the last exhaled breath of Napoleon, Francis of Assisi, Mata Hari, Hitler, or all 4. If there’s an afterlife [which is my hope], I expect it occurs mostly in Elohim’s transcendent realm, not in this physical universe. I didn’t say souls cannot come here if they want, and I don’t worry about the accuracy of my speculations on such matters.
Peace,
I am to be cremated and ashes scattered unless Ghost has a better idea.
Overflowing cemeteries seem to have plagued Romans, Parisians, Londoners and all major cities like New Orleans, New York in America.
Reading history is intriguing and often entertaining.
My preference: https://d1li3p7kp8c46b.cloudfront.net/8000/7945.4756.a83a37954f.jpg
They accept cremated remains from eligible service members. And it’s not land that would have any other use.
National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific aka Punchbowl
Most of Scandinavia (I cannot speak for all) reuse grave plots after 25 years
(unless someone pays up keep).
My father claimed he saw bones when his infant brother was buried – As a
teen I thought it was the imagination of a youngster. Not so. When we visited cemetery
the plot was reused, and there were bone at another grave opening.
At another cemetery there were headstones that were barely 25years old in the woods.
There are exceptions of course – in a cemetery in Norway there is a set aside spot where
British Flyers that were shot down in WWII are buried. These will never be disturbed.
Cremation is my choice, but I don’t want to be scattered. B-r-r-r-r! I want my ashes to be buried with Chris’s, near my grandparents. My great-grandparents are up the hill, and my parents farther on. People I knew in life are now buried in that cemetery, and my classmate Doreen Sweeney who drowned in the river the summer between Sixth and Seventh Grade.