MY LADDER WAS STOLEN!

I live in the San Fernando Valley in So. California.  My home is in a mobile home park in Canoga Park.  I have been here for 16 years and it suits me.  But there are unpleasant aspects to this type of home.  I will not go into them since most do not affect me. They are just annoying conditions that I have learned to live with.  However, one thing is very disturbing.  The occupants of this large area are warned to keep their possessions safe from thefts by drive-by crooks who take whatever isn’t locked up.

I have been a victim twice.  Shortly after I moved here I wanted to add something to the front of my home that would be attractive.  My late husband had given me a present of a LARGE vase-type vessel.  It was in the shape of a Greek urn.  He knew of my interest in all things Greek and this urn was 3’ tall.  I found some long-stemmed greens to fill it and which set it off.  When I moved here many years later I brought the urn with me.  I placed it in a corner of my small front yard.  Big mistake.  It disappeared one night never to be found.  It turns out I shouldn’t have left it outdoors at all.  Nothing  outside is safe.

That hurt, but this latest theft has really pissed me off.  Someone, or ones, took my ladder which was too large for my storage unit, so was propped against my back wall.  My home is on an outer side of the property and my tiny back yard has a fence separating the mobile home park from a little waterway that I always thought was the LA river, but it’s not.  I have not been able to identify it on any map.

The thieves may have climbed over the fence, or just walked back to where the ladder was, after noticing it.  Maybe while I was asleep, or gone. I don’t know when it happened.

In any case, I’m sitting here, mourning a loss that should have been prevented and I really should get back to doing something productive.  Thanks for reading.

WHAT IF?

I just had a terrible thought.  What if Hillary wins with such a small number of votes that The Donald questions her win and calls for a re-count?  I don’t even know if that is do-able.  But if it is The Donald will demand it.  This could possibly result in a delay of the inauguration.  Just imagine what that could entail .  I don’t want to think about the consequences of such a situation.  Let’s just hope and pray for a clear win of one or the other.

New Feature on my Blog

I hope you are enjoying the pictures I have recently added to my blog, Thought For The Day .  My daughter recommended that I do this and gave me a site that had pictures I could use.  The site is pixabay.com and is free. This site has more than 30,000 pictures to choose from covering all topics you could imagine and many you wouldn’t even have thought of.

I spent several minutes yesterday choosing pics I liked and saving them for future use.  I requested the subject, “people” and got more than 30,000 pictures to choose from for my blog. I’m having fun with this.  It gives my blog a personality and expands my choice of topics.

So if you have a site you want to promote check out pixabay.com.  You’ll be amazed at the variety.

READ THIS VERY SLOWLY… IT’S PRETTY PROFOUND.

READ THIS VERY SLOWLY... IT'S PRETTY PROFOUND.

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?
How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘Jeopardy’ on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said , ‘How about going to lunch in a half hour?’ She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain’. And my personal favorite: ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because People cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of ‘I’m going to,’ ‘I plan on,’ and ‘Someday, when things are settled down a bit.’

When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It’s just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now…go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to…not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask ‘How are you?’ Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’ And in your haste, not see her sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say ‘Hi’?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away…. Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.

‘Life may not be the party we hoped for… but while we are here we might as well dance!’

Thanks Pam.

 

Make sure your card gets to your hospitalized friend

Here’s a hint that I never would have thought to do. If you send a get well card to a friend who is in the hospital it might not get to him or her if they are released before the card arrives. In order to make sure the card gets to your friend print their name and home address on the return address space on the envelope. The hospital will send it back to the Post Office who will return it to your friend’s address. Neat idea! Right?

It Just Takes Me


Like me? Great if you do, not a worry if you don’t. I found that the most important voice is inside of me. I decide if I am worthy, acceptable and OK. The others outside of me decide only for themselves. There may be a time when the urge inside of them prompts them to tell me a word of advice. That’s ok. But, I decide what is the significance of those words.

Many of us have significant others in our lives. We all had parents and they were significant others first. Not to rag on parents, but, they were learning when they raised us. We were learning when we raised our kids too. As they were learning, they made mistakes. We got sidetracked by some of those mistakes.

Here is what I found. I know myself well. I know what the good parts are and I have notions about what isn’t great. Some of the things I have thought about myself that I deemed not so good, I have discovered are just unique things. Special things. Different things than others around me.  I discovered everybody has these too. Unique is good. Different is good. We can enjoy each other’s differences and allow theirs to enhance ours.

If that is happening to me, it is happening to you too. Maybe what you see as a flaw, is really a blessing to someone else. Maybe there is someone who sees you as unique and as a special person. I am pretty sure that is true. If it is not the person you want to see that, accept that it is still true about you.

It just takes me. Myself, accepting me for who I am, how I look, what I know, what I do and how I sound when I speak.

By Circe

 

A BIT OF NAUGHTY HISTORY

This is something I never knew and now that I know it I think you should, too.  It’s the history of the middle finger salute.   Read on.

Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers.  Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future.  This famous English longbow was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as “plucking the yew” (or “pluck yew”).  (Are you laughing yet?)  Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, “See, we can still pluck yew!”

Since ‘pluck yew’ is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative F and thus the words are often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute!  It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as “giving the bird.”

And yew thought yew knew every plucking thing.