Quotes of the week
As any action or posture long continued will distort and disfigure the limbs; so the mind likewise is crippled and contracted by perpetual application to the same set of ideas.
~Samuel Johnson, Rambler (#173)~
If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of trouble.
~Elbert Hubbard
True courage is not the brutal force of vulgar heroes, but the firm resolve of virtue and reason.
~Alfred North Whitehead
This administration has broken faith with the people of America.
They have squandered the immense good will extended by other nations.
~Senator Edward M Kennedy
Meditation of the week
Poor decisions I made in the past might still make others distrust my ability to make wise choices. I admit that, in the past, my perception was clouded, and I had trouble doing what was best for me and my children. In times when I "zoned out," I couldn't see what was happening to me, and I lacked the awareness of real danger. At that time I wasn't able to ask for or get what I needed.
I am thoughtful, responsible, strong, confident, and courageous.
Poem of the Week
O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again
How she let her long hair down over her shoulders, making a
love cave around her face. Return and return again.
How when the lamplight was lowered she pressed against
him, twining her fingers in his. Return and return again.
How their legs swam together like dolphins and their toes
played like little tunnies. Return and return again.
How she sat beside him cross-legged, telling him stories of
her childhood. Return and return again.
How she closed her eyes when his were open, how they
breathed together, breathing each other. Return and return again.
How they fell into slumber, their bodies curled together like
two spoons. Return and return again.
How they went together to Otherwhere, the fairest land they
had ever seen. Return and return again.
O best of all nights, return and return again.
love cave around her face. Return and return again.
How when the lamplight was lowered she pressed against
him, twining her fingers in his. Return and return again.
How their legs swam together like dolphins and their toes
played like little tunnies. Return and return again.
How she sat beside him cross-legged, telling him stories of
her childhood. Return and return again.
How she closed her eyes when his were open, how they
breathed together, breathing each other. Return and return again.
How they fell into slumber, their bodies curled together like
two spoons. Return and return again.
How they went together to Otherwhere, the fairest land they
had ever seen. Return and return again.
O best of all nights, return and return again.
Joke of the week
Why I shot my dog
My dog has her food prepared for her. If someone tries to share her food she growls and bites them. She doesn’t care if anyone else around her is fed, as long as she gets hers. They are on their own.
She lives in a mansion that is much larger than she needs. If she makes a mess, someone else cleans it up. She has her choice of luxurious places to sleep, and doesn’t care if others are homeless. They are on their own.
She is living like a queen, and can stay at home while her servants and minions go out and earn a living every day. She has no care or regard for the poor or the disenfranchised. She expects them to lift themselves up by their bootstraps.
I was just thinking about all this, and suddenly it hit me like a brick in the head, Holy Moley, my dog is a conservative!
Thanks Brother Rob!
Best of Craig’s List of the week
Death of my grandson (remember that this was posted on Craigslist)
