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Here's the Thing

Whew... Hot Diggity Dog! I'm loping along at "Dog Days" speed! Admittedly, a bit "Ruff", it's a cause for pause (paws?) and a test of patience!!! I don't mean to whimper or whine. There is a learning curve with anything new or worthwhile. The ball has been tossed. ("Hey! That's not a ball! It's an Apple!  I think I'll take a bite! Yum!! A Macintosh! Let's keep playing!") So, here we go! By the way, we once had a dog that looked very much like this one. His name was Crosby. He was a roaming, cattle chasing and otherwise rebellious mutt. I so wanted it to work, but it couldn't. His most discouraging malfunction was his interpretation of human language. I'd call, "Here Crosby. Come on, boy. Come on, Crosby!" His interpretation of my language was, "Go long, Crosby! Go long! Go dog, go!" Then off he went! 

Fa Fa Fa

November 17, 2010 First Out-Of-Season Snowfall!         Heavy rain mixes with dreariness and cloaks the sky Rain turns to snow Snow turns to Fa Fa Fa
I've written about our Zune before. Yes? Yes, well, I had tuned the Zune frequency finder and the car radio to the same supposedly unused airwaves. I selected "Songs Shuffle" and next up after Fade to Grey by Jars of Clay came Fa Fa Fa and I say, "What!!?  I don't remember putting this song onto our Zune?" Then I remember! Aha! It's one of the factory installed goodies and I can't help boppin' along. Then I think of Tab when I see the palm trees!
And I think of my brother, Steve, riding bikes and skateboarding with buds at about the same age as these boys.








Here's the Thing: Public Spitting

If you’re in a horizontal line of five And one of the five spits, Whose shoe will the spit hit? Or who will have to split step To miss the spit splat on the sidewalk?

I'm not skipping sleep pondering the predicament That public spit wads up wondering. It is not the same sick scenario As seeing a car-squashed squirrel, Yet it's somehow similar "As the good book says, If you spit in the air, it lands in your face." poem by Laurie, but Tevye from Fiddler on the Roof said the "as the good book says bit".





James

When I saw this "art board" at a thrift shop, I was instantly drawn to it.
There was something about it that I liked A Lot! It wasn't until I got home and had more time to look and consider, that I discovered the reason I liked it so well.
The waiter has kind blue eyes and a most pleasant face and seems to have a servant's heart very similar to our son-in-law, James (Tab's husband). Thanks to Olivia, who also saw the resemblance, for taking the photo.

Near the Smoky Hill River that Runs through South of Town

complete with Kansas bridge graffiti which makes it awkward when young readers are trying to sound out words. What do we say when the young readers ask about the words? Yet I gotta know. Do we go to the river bank or not!?


And of course we do go to the river. Through these trees across from a trailer park that has trash strewn down the steep bank, we're stopped by the sound of wind chimes ringing low notes caught by the breeze sweetly singing over the trash. 
We spot the windchimes above the trash and the scene becomes a sort of auditory visual paradox.

Sunday Drive

A lonely playground, vibrant chrysanthemums, another barn in "rack and ruin" and a glimpse of an autumn sunset captured by the camera were some starting points for conversation that rambled through almost as many subjects as the miles we drove.
I can only tell about the rolling hillscaspes, the horses, the massive wind turbines and the way the setting autumn sun illumined the scenery.
The drive was a surprise gift of just what we needed.

I'm Just Sayin'

Sometimes I'm only sleeping...
(Wake me from this crazy dream!)
And sometimes I just wish I could get some sleep!

This Beatles' animation is a little bit like a bad dream with good music!


From an evening prayer of trust in God;
Psalm 4:8
In peace I will both lie down and sleep,
For You alone, O LORD, make me to dwell in safety.

"And All The Trees of the Field will Clap their Hands"

Can you see it? The right side outline of a carved-in heart and initials. The "H" is still visible and the "B" barely shows, but the "M" and "L" have grown into the tree.
M.H + L.B.
Mike and I strolled through the park and looked at "our" tree by the river bank. We carved into this tree at least 30 years ago. I remember that early morning. Young lovers memorializing love and hope for growth. The carving has faded. The tree has grown and matured. We could not have known then, the unexpected, wild and heavenward direction our love has taken.

“For you will go out with joy
         And be led forth with peace;
         The mountains and the hills will break forth
before you into singing,
         And all the trees of the field will clap their hands. 
Isaiah 55:12


So that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and hei…

"but the wise trip on grace"

all fall down

blow Your trumpets angels
come sweet salvation
hallelujah
shout scattered thanks
in power that’s strength
and glory
good lord glory
and the fool stands only to fall
but the wise trip on grace
all fall down
all fall down
hit the ground
all fall down
very large gates
keep out very real heartaches
of sin and cracked creation
oh my soul
and the beggars and saints
will embrace and dive into
sweet communion
and the Father will laugh
laugh till he cries
home at last
goodbye false notions
of independence
welcome me security

by sarah masen
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