Miss Rylee Lynne
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads.
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Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads.
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Sunday
Saturday
I'M A GREAT GRANDMOTHER!
Rylee Lynne was born to Justin, my grandson, and his wife Heather yesterday early morning 1:46 AM
Rylee weighed 7 pounds 13 ounces. She is my fourth great grandchild, and first girl.
Pictures to follow
Rylee weighed 7 pounds 13 ounces. She is my fourth great grandchild, and first girl.
Pictures to follow
Friday
Photo Friday - Guy Fawkes Day
Dear Reader,
Please be kind to one so ignorant.
I had heard of Guy Fawkes day as a child, but only know it was associated with the bonefires some folks here would light on Halloween night. Apparently a very old tradition, which was quickly dying out. I had been told they were fires symbolic of burning witches. In my child's mind I thought that was a good thing. Bad enough that witches were allowed to roam around on Halloween. Good thing they had the fires to get rid of them. I was very young at the time.
Since Guy Fawkes day was suggested for photo Friday, I decided to learn more about this British holiday. Is it a holiday? Doesn't holiday connotate holy day? It seems Guy Fawkes was considered to be somewhat un-holy, almost devilish. So, perhaps the word is celebration. I can't figure out how this man who was supposed to be the enemy came to have such a permanent and feted place in history. I must be reading it all wrong, and quite oblivious of what it all about.
But, then, I can imagine how others may view some of the festivities held here in America. The real history of Thanksgiving, for example, is very different from what I was taught as a child. The pilgrims did not get together with the natives to have a grand harvest meal in gratitude to God for bringing them together. Columbus day is a ruse, but children still get that day off from school, and banks are closed in observance. A lot of Native-Americans protest that Columbus day should not be recognized at all, as it commemorates the beginning of the loss (rape) of their people and land.
Bonfires are very much celebrated by young people here in the U.S. in a whole different way. It's called Burning Man. It is a week long festival culminating in the burning of the man. It ends the day before Labor Day, another American Holiday which I don't understand.
It is called Burning Man because a 40 foot tall effigy of a man is set on fire with as much pyrotechnics as possible every year. This is a very pagan type of festival and last year had about 40,000 attendees. Those who celebrate go off into the most barren part of the desert, the only land where they can do this without causing havoc to the rest of society.
It is now against the law to have bonfires in most states, burning of leaves or farm field debris, without a license to do so. Permission and knowledge of the burn date is coordinated with the local weather outlook. Sometimes these well planned burn dates go tragically wrong. Weather changes, wind and fires get out of control. Acres and acres of dry brittle brush and trees burn. Wildfires we call them. Forest fires when the true forests are involved.
So, the closest thing I can do to present photos symbolic of Guy Fawkes day is to share a pictures taken at Burning Man Celebration. I hope my extrapolation has not been too extreme.
Thursday
To Dream the Impossible Dream
It will soon be four years since my father, James Deforest Deane, died at the age of 90. These are the words of his favorite song. These are the words he lived by.
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
Wednesday
Monday
National Something-or-Other Day/Month
I just learned that November is National Blog Posting Month. The only requirement is that you post every day.
It doesn't look like I will be doing that, since I will need to produce at least 1666 words a day in order to complete 50,000 words in one month through National Writing Novel Month.
According to a family member, yesterday was Paint Your Own Portrait Day. I can't find the link for it, and no, I didn't paint my own portrait, though I have done several stylized ones photoshop.
It doesn't look like I will be doing that, since I will need to produce at least 1666 words a day in order to complete 50,000 words in one month through National Writing Novel Month.
According to a family member, yesterday was Paint Your Own Portrait Day. I can't find the link for it, and no, I didn't paint my own portrait, though I have done several stylized ones photoshop.
Sunday
THE BEGINNING NOVELIST
I created an LOL cat to represent my profile picture on facebook from which I am taking a one month hiatus as I have joined the National Write a Novel Month. I hope to participate, and complete 50,000 words.
Wish me luck!
Wish me luck!
Family Literacy Month
A few moments ago, I thought about a friend of mine from Junior High School. Wilfred hated his name. But, he sure loved to read. He hated school. But he sure loved to read. He got in trouble a lot at school because he didn't pay attention. Nine times out of ten, he was taking a sneak peak at a comic book or some other reading material in his desk. School was boring for him. Some of his reading was beyond my comprehension. I really admired him. I loved to read too. But, I could not keep up with him. Being so brilliant, it was hard for him to fit in.
I remember one time in class, the teacher gave us an assignment: "If you could have your dearest wish come true, what would it be?" We were supposed to write a fifteen minute composition about it in class and hand it in. Maybe she needed a few minutes of quiet. Maybe we did. Within a few seconds, Wilfred got up, walked to the teacher's desk and put his paper on her desk. He was done. I couldn't believe it. Many pencils in class hung in mid air along with some chins.
The teacher, staring darts at Wilfred, picked up the paper and sarcastically read it out loud. "I wish I could spend the rest of my life just reading!"
A few snickers ensued. Wilfred just sat. Teacher began her tirade. "Wilfred! MY WISH is that you would just spend your time doing your school work and behaving yourself!"
Wilfred got up from his desk and prepared to leave the room. He'd had enough. Teacher had had enough, too. SIT DOWN!
Wilfred proceed up the aisle directly toward her. She proceeded directly down the aisle toward him. She wasn't afraid of this gangly overgrown surly teenager. She actually pushed him backwards. Or tried to, I should say. That was when Wilfred pushed her back. Had the desk of a student not been right there behind her, she would have fallen.
Now, I didn't condone this kind of behavior, and still don't. But, I was shocked. How could he dare to do such a thing? Wilfred showed his total lack of respect for authority, and I lost my respect for Wilfred that day.
Many years later, I learned that Wilfred had committed a crime and gone to prison. Well, what would one expect from a trouble maker? Ironically, Wilfred spent a great deal of time in solitary confinement. He was not stupid. I'm sure he knew how to keep out of solitary confinement, or maybe it was part of making his wish come true. No one to bother him, and spend all his time reading books.
Wilfred was lucky that he had the gift of being able to read. It's too bad he never became a teacher, himself. Can you imagine passing that gift on to others?
Here are a few places where I love to get books at very reasonable prices:
Half
Better World Books
Amazon Bargain Books
Paper Back Swap
This last one, by the way, the books are free. All you have to do is pay for postage, usually less than four dollars.
I'm not sure if any of these ship outside the US. If you have a favorite place where you obtain your books, make a comment to let others know.
Friday
Photo Friday - Halloween
HALLOWEEN TRICK OR TREAT
My grand doggie, Martin, an Alaskan Husky dresses up for Halloween.
He doesn't look too happy about it, now, does he?
My grand doggie, Martin, an Alaskan Husky dresses up for Halloween.
He doesn't look too happy about it, now, does he?
My daughter and my great grand doggie, Spike, in his Halloween pumpkin costume. Spike just loves to dress up! He's all about style!
My great granddaughter in her ghostly make up and outfit.
It sure makes her look much more scary with those front teeth missing. Little Miss Dracula, shall we say?
It sure makes her look much more scary with those front teeth missing. Little Miss Dracula, shall we say?
Just one more look at Halloween!
This is my old room mate and her cat.
Can you guess why she's not my room mate anymore?
This is my old room mate and her cat.
Can you guess why she's not my room mate anymore?
Thursday
Addenda to Trader Joe's Request
It looks like it is a good thing to make contact and ask for what you want, even if you are addressed as Resident on your snail mail ads. View my posting of October 23, 2009 to see what I am referring to.
I received a personal email back from Trader Joe's today:
We appreciate your request. We will add you to our remove list today.
Please understand that you may receive one last mailing to your address.
We appreciate your patience while we process your request.
Sincerely,
XXX (I've blocked out the name)
Trader Joe's
Customer Relations
I received a personal email back from Trader Joe's today:
We appreciate your request. We will add you to our remove list today.
Please understand that you may receive one last mailing to your address.
We appreciate your patience while we process your request.
Sincerely,
XXX (I've blocked out the name)
Trader Joe's
Customer Relations
Wednesday
WE ARE ALL CONNECTED!
This was put on Youtube October 19 and already has over 334,000 views and 1774 comments. Who says science and spirituality do not mix? This is so inspiring.
I just keep watching this over and over again! I hope your friends will see it to. This is phenomenal
In case you missed it in the introduction the scientists who are "speaking" are the following:
Carl Sagan (I met him once)
Richard Feynman
Neil deGrasse Tyson (I used to have a crush on him)
Bill Nye
I just keep watching this over and over again! I hope your friends will see it to. This is phenomenal
In case you missed it in the introduction the scientists who are "speaking" are the following:
Carl Sagan (I met him once)
Richard Feynman
Neil deGrasse Tyson (I used to have a crush on him)
Bill Nye
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