Good Morning Digital Neighbors! Happy Saturday Refugees, Phamily, Triggeratti and ADD Irregulars! It is so good to see you Early Birds, Later Dayers, Dawn Patrol and Day Walkers, Fascinating People, Conversants, Lurkers and all the rest of you wandering souls that make your way to Rubin Report, Phetasy, Triggernometry or Padre's. I didn't forget you Merry Bigots over at the "Nometry" either, some just have a puzzlement with that endearment.

This morning's poem is a little bit too on the saccharine side for me but I came across it early in the week and thought it appropriate for Sept and remembering her. For our Digital Neighbors over at Phetasy & Triggernometry - Sept was a mainstay at Rubin Report and her early morning memes and posts. Many at Rubin Report got a chance to know the beautiful person behind the memes through her comments on various posts.

Sept didn't have an easy life, but she didn't make it a point to whine about it or let it define her. She had her joys and sorrows much like any of us, and discovering Rubin Report was a late life joy when she thought on-line engagement was just a waste of time where you encountered all the worst kind of people. (There are plenty out there - but they don't generally like paying to post or get drawn to communities like Locals unless they just want to troll others. Paying to be an ass apparently keeps a lot of them on the outside as well as good policing by the various Creator/Owners of the communities. I am so thankful to have gotten to know her and so many others because of @DaveRubin who opened the doors to Locals and the various communities I have joined. Happy Saturday Friends & Digital Neighbors! On to the poem

THE WORLD WE MAKE

We make the world in which we live
By what we gather and what we give,
By our daily deeds and the things we say,
By what we keep or we cast away.

We make our world by the beauty we see
In a skylark’s song or a lilac tree,
In a butterfly’s wing, in the pale moon’s rise,
And the wonder that lingers in midnight skies.

We make our world by the life we lead,
By the friends we have, by the books we read,
By the pity we show in the hour of care,
By the loads we lift and the love we share.

We make our world by the goals we pursue,
By the heights we seek and the higher view,
By hopes and dreams that reach the sun
And a will to fight till the heights are won.

What is the place in which we dwell,
A hut or a palace, a heaven or hell,
We gather and scatter, we take and we give,
We make our world—and there we live.

—Alfred Grant Walton (1887–1970)
____________________________________________________________________________For Rubin Report & Padre's - A link from Judy's brother John of some more photos of our dear Sept.

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/772yjuawajmsu2g/AABIYbB_w--lm5tqWj77qztsa?dl=0

Also a barn in Texas. 😊