A beautiful day!
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Posted:Jul 16, 2022 7:32 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2022 8:45 am 3871 Views
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Such a wonderful and productive day. started out falling completely apart, when the wrong parts were delivered. How exasperating. Hours of research and googling every which way in attempt find the right parts. finally eureka, the right parts.
I remembered in the midst of the search order the adapters needed for my rainwater tanks. Soon, soaker hoses will run into the gardens.
The contractor arrives and we are able to fit the side porch for a sliding door. It is a long project, but I cannot wait to watch the first colorful sunset. Of coarse while doing the work, it was discovered that the porch was well framed, but poorly weather proofed. (No wonder it was freezing all winter) I will appreciate the extra work it caused while I watch the snow fall from a cozy porch.
My sliding glass doors were the frustrations of others, they were ordered custom made and never picked up. They were sold to a lady then could not afford her project and chose sell what materials she had collected. She listed them several times, but the custom sizing meant no one wanted them. I ended up with a perfect fitting sliding glass door set, for $200. A regular size would never fit.
People drift in and out. Walks taken in the warm sun, drinks sipped in the shade.
The simplest of days are so often the most beautiful!
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believe it or not
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Posted:Jul 3, 2022 12:10 pm
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2022 5:21 pm 4146 Views
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100% of all pregnancies are not a god given gift.
100% of all unwanted pregnancies are the act of a male that was unable to control himself mentally and physically. Note: Not using the word Man, because men are different.
A percentage, but not all of unwanted pregnancies are also caused by females who are unable to control themselves either mentally or physically.
Not all sex is consensual. Not all sex is between adults. Not all acts of sex are beautiful things.
I do not believe it is right to use abortion as a method of birth control. I do believe there are situations in which it is an unavoidable answer to a difficult problem.
Abortion needs to remain legal and safely available, if there is a God so cruel as to speak out against it, then he is no loving God and has forsaken his right to rule heaven and earth. For those using the Bible as a weapon in this debate, reread the parts on God given will and choice, they apply here to. By taking away the right of a woman or to make a decision about her life and her body...you have forsaken your own God.
The places that I know of that previously performed abortions also provided counseling, options, assistance, etc. Abortions were provided cleanly in sterile environment. If you make it impossible for this to be available to every person, you deny much needed help. You may also inadvertently cause the deaths of a higher number of unborn and women, because you deny them the counseling and knowledge they need. A woman or going to a black market abortionist is not going to get proper counseling or be advised of options, or even offered time to think.
If the 's father wishes to have his in the case of consensual adult acts only. There should be a court procedure and a ruling. The woman (women only) (not or minors) should carry the with compensation for her time and labor, the same rate as a paid surrogate. The father should have sole custody and responsibility upon birth. Might need work but seems fair enough.
One right is taken, then another.....sooner or later a world built on reasonable choice and freedom becomes a world built on tyranny.
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What I Wouldn't Do
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Posted:May 28, 2022 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2022 4:06 pm 4010 Views
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We are fast approaching Memorial Day, a day we in America honor our fallen soldiers.
I wish for a time, when no one can remember a hero that fell, when war everywhere is long gone. This Memorial Day, I wrote a song.....
What I Wouldn't Do
What I wouldn't do
For one more kiss from you
When we said goodbye, I didn't know
But you fought for
what you believed in
and you didn't make it home
What I wouldn't do
for one more kiss from you
What I wouldn't do
To have you walk me, down that aisle
Oh what it would mean to have you there
But you fought for
what you believed in
and you didn't make it home
what I wouldn't do
to have you walk me down that aisle
What I wouldn't do
To have you watch me hit that ball
It went straight to the fence and all
But you fought for
what you believed in
and you didn't make it home
What I wouldn't do
to have you watch me hit that ball
What I wouldn't to
To have been there for you
To see you grow so strong
But I fought for
what I believed in
and Freedom isn't Free
But what I wouldn't do
to give that gift to you
This Memorial Day, Let us remember those who fought for what they believed in and the gift they gave us all. To all the Veterans who did make it home, Thank You for our Freedom.
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Surgery Day
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Posted:Mar 31, 2022 5:54 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2022 3:48 pm 4981 Views
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I am home and in the beginning phases of recovery. Big hugs and Thank You s, all my wonderful friends here sent me prayers and or good energies. all worked!
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Happy Birthday Nanaimogord!
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Posted:Mar 8, 2022 3:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2022 7:17 pm 4699 Views
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I wish you many more! You have always been a dear and wonderful chatter. Wise and handsome. I cherish your friendship as I am sure many do. On your birthday I hope your every wish to come true!
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Days Like These
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Posted:Mar 2, 2022 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2022 10:07 am 5144 Views
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One of my grandfather's favorite sayings was, "You will never be given trials that are greater than your strengths".
I was given a choice today. I could take some steroids mixed with pain medications and limp along being basically handicapped, or under go a painful and exhausting surgery and recovery process, possibly regaining more use of my left arm or possibly gaining nothing.
Being pigheaded I chose months of pain and exhaustion for a smidgeon of hope and gain. In the end, if I do not win, I will lost nothing but time and I will know, I at least tried.
I am happy I chose still my house, I am a mile from everything...or less. Roughly a mile though from the fun stuff. I can do this and keep good spirits, because I goals. Recovery is always going be first and foremost, but secondary...this is the first time I had so much training available for two of my most heartfelt charity runs. In the past I had chose one or the other of my favorite charity runs, because they are but a week apart. I can run, but I need recovery in between, but this year. I all the training time in the world, plus I walk everywhere because I can't drive.
By fall, I should be able run both events  . is always a bright side.
When life hands you lemons, screw the lemonade, make limoncello and throw a party!
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Prayers for Rachel
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Posted:Feb 26, 2022 4:27 am
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2022 4:05 pm 5258 Views
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Hey I was scrolling trough a members blog and saw a photo that reminded me of this piece. Prayers going out to Rachel, I hope recovering goes well.
One of my father's friends and a member of hid congregation has been going through the end stages of cancer. this week I hand made a card for her husbands birthday, she was unsure if she could last long enough to share it with him. I also shared with them a very special song that is not even released yet called, A Last Goodbye. Written during the care of a cancer patient by the nurse.
I wish great healing for your friend.
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P is for Peaches and Ponies and Paddling
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Posted:Feb 25, 2022 6:36 am
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2022 1:44 pm 5414 Views
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Photo Friday P
Precious things.
Peaches, This picture is of one of the three peach trees along my drive at Ridge Street. I met more neighbors through those trees than I think I have met people in my life. The trees were on sale, far past a good time to plant for just $5 each. I took the chance and wow did it pay. My neighbors knew all were welcome to partake. I hope the new owner of the home feels the same and shares. Other things my neighbors were free to glean were pears, apples, grapes, blackberries, and rhubarb.
Ponies, I cannot tell you how many times a little curly top strawberry blonde would ride this bouncy pony to the point of sleep, fall off and lay sleeping in the grass. If past lives are a thing, I may have worked for the Pony Express in one of mine.
Paddling, My and I have Kayaks, we love exploring little lakes and here you can find them all over. This is a little lake we use for another P word, Practice. We do rolls and flips, and practice uprighting ourselves. Hopefully that offers Protection from accidents.
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It Is The Way Life Works
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Posted:Feb 24, 2022 8:45 am
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2022 9:01 am 5542 Views
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Single acts of kindness are like seeds, they grow to blossom into beautiful gardens.
I remember a psych class in college where our instructor challenged us. We were to commit an act of kindness that was not rewarded. Then write an essay about it.
My act of kindness was carrying groceries for an older woman that lived in a friends apartment complex. It lessened her burden that day. As we walked around the back of the building she talked after a few trips we were no longer strangers, but aquaintences.
Wild apple trees were blooming and they smelled gorgeous. Trilliums to could be seen on the edge of the woods behind the buildings, which reminded me of home. The task complete, we said our good byes, never to see each other again. I walked back along the path to the parking lot. I took deep breaths as if I could inhale the fragrance of those flowers forever. My eyes delighted as I watched sun drops dance across the leaves to the rhythm of soft breezes. The warmth of the sun against my skin. the coolness of gentle winds. I got to my car and headed home with such pleasant thoughts racing in my mind.
Later that night, everything fresh in my mind, I wrote my essay. instead of writing about an act of kindness being unrewarded, I wrote it was impossible not to be rewarded. Rewards come in so many ways. My reward was the woods, the flowers, an exchange of conversation, the chance to make life a little easier for someone. What difference can that make? It was a few moments on a pleasant afternoon in my college days, I am fifty four now. I just realized while typing this, you really can inhale the fragrance of blossoms and keep them for a lifetime.
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