Good Morning! A little later start than normal Friends, Neighbors and all the rest of ya's! Sleeping in an unfamiliar beds is always an adjustment for me, seems more so as I get older. I dropped off to sleep right away around 8:30 but was awake at 11L00 for some unknown reason for an hour or two. (I listened to some audio books.) One more interruption around 2 and then back to slumber land until about 4:30.
I had a very relaxing day yesterday, went to dinner with Randy last night to a little hole in the wall in Columbia, MO. Great steak and potato place with a Greek bent to it with Gyros and the like. It was later meal, pretty much went to bed when we got back home. I think Bell is returning today, she has been enjoying her time visiting with her mother.
It has given Randy and I ample time to visit and reminiscence about our childhood in Elsberry, mutual friends that have floated out of orbit, memories of our parents and speculation about the future which is often more grim than hopeful. That last note is not all fatalistic, there are glimmers of hope, but America's rehab program is not going to be easy. Like many people, life changes often come as a result of the consequences of ignoring the current situation until the proverbial chickens come home to roost. I am hoping the Mother of our Culture does not need a heart attack or stroke to change Her ways, but we rambled on about that seeming to be the path we are on like it or not. Our Nation, like many of our neighbors, seem inattentive to their situation growing worse. I am just hoping we can reset the cultural narrative where the Right and Center Right work on stabilizing the cultural and economy, the Left & Center Left work on the arts and real integration of the richness of American culture and both agree to get out of education as a federal reality and return it to local communities. Probably a pipe dream, but I have enjoy my visits with Randy and of course my sojourns among all of you wonderful people. Happy Tuesday Friends!
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
Happy National Megalodon Day all! May your National Foam Party Day celebrations be free of gigantic marine predators!
It's also National Adopt a Cat and National Pollinators month. May your new feline friends leave the apiary alone.
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Don’t argue with people over sixty.
Just don’t.
It’s not just an age; it’s a masterclass in survival.
They grew up without Google, without DoorDash, without therapy podcasts, and without an "undo" button. If something broke, they grabbed duct tape, WD-40, a hammer, and a look of sheer determination that made even the broken appliance second-guess itself.
As kids, they knew exactly what kind of mood their mom was in just by the sound of how hard she slammed the cast-iron skillet onto the stove.
They were the original latchkey kids — walking home from middle school with a house key tied around their neck, with strict orders to heat up lunch and not burn the kitchen down. By the time they were ten, they could bike to the corner store, buy a gallon of milk for the neighbor, feed the family dog, and still have time to play freeze tag in the yard until dark.
Their knees were a permanent canvas of scrapes, bruises, Mercurochrome, and rubbing alcohol. Their universal first-aid kit was just ...
