. Wishing you the best
.Have a happy Hanukah
.May the force be with you.
.Have a merry Christmas
.Happy birthday and many more
.Have a great year
.Peace be with you
.Have a happy New Year
.Have a safe trip
.God bless you
.Here’s to you
(Make up your own)
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Since humans are social , examples of love for another human would be talk , wave , smile, shake hands, discuss a book , movie,etc. a big one would be to have a meal with them.
I must admit I am just scratching the surface . There must be many more examples.
For example , holding a door open for someone.
– chamber music was developed for small rooms with few instruments. It started in 1770s by Hayden, Mozart and Beethoven.
First autobiography was written by “Airellus Augustine’s Hypponenensis” ( aka St Augustine)
Opera started in Italy at the end of the sixteenth century. The one name that stands out for this is Jacobo Perus in 1598.
Common to all music in the world is rhythm.
As stated by a granddaughter four ways to explain infinity using the number system , are: a mathematical progression in the direction of large numbers using addition, in the direction of small numbers using subtraction, in the direction of large numbers using multiplication and in the direction of small numbers using division.
I am sure there will more. When I come across them I’ll blog them.
Sometimes small actions are not easy to explain, until you connect all the little facts. This is much harder to explain when the action, without awareness of facts, are performed with conviction soon after you wake up.
“Ok,” I remember saying just before I woke up in the morning.
While I was awake, my wife got up to spend time in the bathroom. After she returned to bed and fell asleep, I got up, dressed, and went grocery shopping. The store wasn’t crowded since it was Sunday morning.
When I returned, I woke my bride up and invited her to the kitchen to have scrambled “egg beaters and white bread toast she wanted for breakfast.
“ Thank you for the healthily egg substitute,” she happily said. “ How did know I wanted “ egg beaters” rather than real eggs for breakfast.
“You told XO me what you wanted for breakfast this morning before we woke up,” I quickly answered. “Really?” She wasn’t convinced, which was evident by the way she asked the question.
Also, the following Sunday I was the first person in Stop and Shop. I bought “real” bacon this time.
Once again, when I mentioned she asked me to buy it, she asked the question; “Really?”
The following Sunday morning I included cut watermelon for our breakfast.
However this time, while we were asleep, I remember arguing with her about buying the melon would exceed her daily limit of potassium.
This time she didn’t ask the question, “Really?” Rather my bride admitted we argued, while asleep, about whether we should add the watermelon or not to our Sunday breakfast!
“So, I was afraid to admit that we talked to each other while we slept and I’ve never experienced sleep talking before,” she confessed.
“Neither have I, “ was my response.
“We’ll do it more often, since I like getting want at that time of day.”
“Why not. Maybe I’ll get what I want, “ was my hopeful contribution to the topic.”I really really want a classic Ford Mustang. I’d have it painted dark red, my favorite color!”
“Really?” Was my brides lightning fast response!
Since the universe is closed, gravity can do it’s job of attracting things, objects, whatever.
You can assume or I could assume that , referring to the genesis story, God separating the light from the darkness used Gravity to do it. A really little dot causing the Big Bang doesn’t make sense.
One can only theorize that the dot wasn’t a bang at all, but the movement of energy from the dark into another area causing the light.
Lots a luck with this idea.
Quilting, as I learned from bride, is the mating with thread by hand or sewing machine three layers of material: the pieced top layer, battling in the middle followed by a fabric backing layer.
When my wife and her quilting buddy, Gretchen, talked about quilting, they were referring to using beautifully designed sheets of cotton fabric cut into small pieces sewn together to form beautiful designs where the colors are prominent. This the general layout of the top layer.
So the designs in the original sheets of fabric can barely be noticed and admired; one form of art replaces another.
Ill mention some of the pitfalls I encountered as a quilting aide to my wife.
First I need to mention that we both are left handed. The tools and aids are for right handed people. However, there are scissors for left handed people, but we never used them. Not once did we consider buying them.
Another perverse challenge for me was cutting smallish pieces from large ish pieces of cotton fabric. I had to learn to cut the material different from the instructions for the project. I was really interesting to cut material using the special right-handed template that came with the project’s how-to-booklet. The part that was a blast was demonstrating how to use the templates to right handed quilters. My wife, even at the very early stages of dementia , relegated the use of the special templates to me!
The last several years I was invited to sit in my wife’s quilting classes.
It got to the point that Carole’s hand tremors were more of an issue that the dementia.
She gave up the activities needed for completing a project except for the use of the sewing machine.
Cutting fabric was no slam dunk for me. I never did master cutting small pieces using a single blade rotary cutter. I willing to bet it was because I was left handed! The pieces cut of a particular pattern were not “perfectly” matched. So my wife went into “save the cutters ass” by ironing, stretching and a lot of praying.
If that didn’t do the trick, measuring pieces was the last resort. It was not uncommon that I needed a magnifying lens to accomplish this feat.
Cutting new pieces was not an option for my frugal wife.
To get the full experience of “quilting,”Carole and Gretchen decided to sew in the ditch on the their first project rather then paying to have the quilting done using a long arm quilting machine.
Sewing in the ditch is nothing more than sewing the three layers together by sewing over the stitch lines of the pieced top layer.
Let me list the steps to accomplish this feat.
The backing is stretched and taped to a large surface; usually a large table. The batting is fastened down with tape, next. The pieced top fabric is taped last.
The three layers are fastened together with curved safety pins. The project is removed from the table and sewn together over the seams of the top layer either by hand or by a sewing machine.
I need to add the last to steps of sewing in the ditch: putting band aides on the traumatized fingers during the pinning step. Naturally the last step is to remove your blood from the top layer with hydrogen peroxide!
Wishing you the best.
In the early to mid 60’s, my girl friend of 4 years and I got to know each other real well and she decided something more stimulating than going to the movies or some unknown upscale bar we discovered within 5 miles of her house.
My future bride decided we should go ice skating at a nearby mall.
After buying the ice skates, We picked a night during the week to skate, hoping that the rink wouldn’t be crowded.
She was a very good skater; I was not.
Every time I attempted to skate, my ankles gave out and I was literally skating on the outside of me ankles!
It was painful and I had to “heal” for a few weeks, after which she suggested we should go roller skating as our next activity.
The roller skating boots ( bought new) weren’t supportive enough for me, either.
I gave up skating forever.
My skates were proudly displayed in the window of thrift store in my home town.
I just knew, before hand, these two sporting activities would cause me pain but I didn’t have the courage to mention it to my girlfriend.
She refused to give up on me.
We went to the Snow house to buy everything needed to enjoy skiing, which turned out to be terrifying “sport” for me.
I knew it would be terrifying, watching the great ski resorts advertisements on TV!
I realized after going to the ski resorts with her, she just wanted life long skiing buddy to go with her.
Also, There was the entertainment factor when we went together.
I drove us to my first skiing venue in Monticello, New York . She was the smallest one and ideal for beginners, which didn’t quell my inherent fear of the sport.
She recommended the beginners slope for me, after I learned the does and don’t from her.
Ten feet down the slope my legs spread and all layers of cloth between my legs ripped open. It was very cold to say the least. With her help I ended up at the top of the slope , with my skis at the bottom of the little hill.
I asked to buy a lot of safety pins at the register of the ski shop. The lady taking my order asked what I needed them for. My quiet explanation caused a ripple of laughter through out the shop.
I had to wait about an hour for a young man returned with the pins.
I was in the mens room for an eternity, carefully pining each layer, since I had work by feel not sight.
When I left the mens room, I was treated to clapping, cat calls, and at-a-boys from the patrons waiting for me. Some people thought I was a hero since the temperature out side was zero degrees and the bathroom had no heat to speak of!
My future bride had a cup of hot soup waiting for me. Every time we went skiing she brought along a faux leather bag holding two thermos of Lipton chicken noodle soup.
The episode reared itself years later. My wife conned me use a chair lift to take us to a terrible high ski slope wonders of nature. When I got off the life, we walked a distance away and stood taking in the beauties of nature; blowing snow, cold temperature, and silence. This was one one way she talked to God. If you experienced a thought in return, God was talking to you. I now firmly believe that. God talked back to her by making her recall more safety pin adventure with to much laughter.
Anyway, when our daughter could traverse the ski slopes, I watched then ski together, for the first and decided to hide in lodge. Rather than one, I had two fearless skier to worry about; no slope was to big for them.
There came a time and the last time they skied together , Carole complained that our daughter was to reckless.
I am of the opinion the my wife called a halt to skiing, because Lisa was a better skier .
These days, at night, we watch the Hallmark where there’s nothing life threatening to report and there is a happy ending.
I became a hunter around the age of sixteen and prevailed as one for fourteen years.
I am going to educate the reader about the three phases of hunting I experienced during those years.
Phase one was the only one where animals were hunted for their culinary rewards; the quail, pheasant, rabbit and squirrel specifically.
The rabbit and squirrel were my grandfather’s favorite. He did eat my pet pigeons, after all! How could he not love the rabbit and the squirrel?
Hunting small game was not an activity I ever did again, since as food they tasted terrible.
I thought I would like deer meat.
I retired my 12 gauge shot gun when I decided to buy a real hunting rifle; the 308 big game hunting one.
I’ll now continue with the second phase of my experience hunting in the big outdoors; deer hunting. More specifically the male ones.
In preparation for this phase was to taste deer meat. A friend of mine invited me to have dinner with him and his family. The meat tasted terrible.
I did go deer hunting, but without bullets in my weapon.
The second time I went deer “hunting” I went with my cousin again. By the way you never ever want to go hunting alone.
During our trek through the “forest,” my companion had to take a “dump.” While he was sitting on a dead tree trunk, there was a “bark” of a rifle and a bullet blew off a piece of tree bark close to where he sat!
That was my last stroll through the woods looking for deer.
Future “big game “ hunting stories told by my cousin finally ended when he got tired of taking a laxative after each outing.
I spent many rewarding evening shooting at stationary targets in a safe controlled firing range.
The final phase lasted 12 years and was the most rewarding.
I enjoyed the walks, with my 22 caliber rifle, through fields surrounded by trees.
Of all the animals I saw, the crow was the most interesting. When I sat down on a log , the birds would fly closer and “squawked” less, especially if I laid my rifle on the the ground.
Hunting for me ended on a bad “ note.” Who knew that walking around the woods and fields on a rainy day in late fall with a cold would lead to pneumonia.
There came a time, when my daughter was born, that I sold my weapons to a collector who appreciated my choice of guns.
I certainly had no regrets about never hunting again and also making a good “buck” on the sale of my fancy weapons.
So I talk a lot…