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November 18, 2025

Good morning, digital neighbors! Happy Tuesday, friends & refugees, early birds & later-dayers, conversants, lurkers, and seekers roaming about on the Report. Hey there to all you misfits and political homeless milling about with the PHAM, and finally to all those ADD irregulars, WSN curators, and curmudgeons lingering about at Padre’s.

My life has been abundantly blessed with pets—I consider that a luxury. Pets often serve little purpose other than to share our lives and, hopefully, our joy. Some pets are working animals; many dogs fulfill that role if they hunt with you, work on a farm, or provide services such as those of a support dog. I’d argue that true service dogs are less “pets” and more partners: their primary job is the task, not emotional engagement. Still, I know many people who are deeply grateful for their service animals.

A couple of quotes and photos today. Rylee and Ivy are front and center!

Cats Make Us Feel Good

“Cats make one of the most satisfying sounds in the world—they purr. Almost all cats make us feel good about ourselves because they let us know they feel good about us, about themselves, and about our relationship with them. A purring cat is a form of high praise, like a gold star on a test paper. It is reinforcement we would all like to believe about ourselves—that we are nice.” — Roger Caras

Companion

“Is there anything more satisfying on a cold, blustery day than a good book, a hearty fire, and a soft purring friend by your side?” — Mary Maude Daniels

What I Learned from My Dog

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in my face to be pure ecstasy.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Let others know when they’ve invaded my territory.
Take naps and stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something I’m not.
If what I want lies buried, dig until I find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
Thrive on attention and let people touch me.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When I’m happy, dance around and wag my entire body.
No matter how often I’m scolded, don’t buy into the guilt and pout—run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

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Good morning, digital neighbors! Yesterday was a tad on the wordy side of life, so we’ll just dive into some more “iffisms” from Monday, starting with the history of one of the more common ones from our past. Have a great Thursday my friends!

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.

In 1841, the G. & C. Merriam Company of Springfield, Massachusetts, published The Village Reader, a compilation of literary selections to be used in the instruction of primary school students. The book never enjoyed the success of McGuffey’s Readers, the most popular of such early textbooks, but it earned an important footnote in history because it included a poem from Thomas H. Palmer:

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The Beautiful

 

Said the Disciple to the Lover, “Sir, before I left the world I heard certain men who were held in high esteem and thought to know the will of the Beloved say that those who loved the Beautiful did not love the Beloved but loved idols, yet in the Garden of the Beloved we are ever striving to create beauty for the pleasure of the Beloved.  Were they then speaking the truth?”

The Lover answered, “Those who said this had never glimpsed the form of the Beloved nor ever truly sought Him, for all beauty is but the reflection of the beauty of the Beloved, although seen very dimly as in a dark and faulty mirror, even as all goodness is a dim reflection of the goodness of the Beloved.  So it is that those who love beauty and goodness recognize dimly in them the form of the Beloved and though often in ignorance those who are seeking the Beautiful and the Good are seeking after the Beloved.”

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Now the Beloved often came into the Garden both because of the great joy He had in the Garden and because of the great love He bore the Lover and the Disciple.  Often He talked with the Lover, but the Disciple because he was not yet perfected in Love could neither hear nor see the Beloved, though he often felt a strange joy, he did not know why.  Therefore he was sorrowful, for it seemed to him that on account of his sins he would never find the Beloved.  So weeping he came to the Lover and said, “Sir, I know that I am a very sinful man and I much fear that though I search all my life yet on account of my sins I shall never find the Beloved.”

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The Lover replied, “Know that the Beloved Himself is the light of the Garden, so that when you began searching for the Beloved even then you found Him, for how can any know the desire to search for the Beloved if He had not already without his knowing revealed Himself to him.”

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