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Besides yours truly (smiley face), Señora has a few other passions in her life, her gardens, her ceramics, but above all music. The Allegro Choir is a choir for folks who have obtained at least 50 year’s worth of life experiences. They put on two concerts a year. They have moved to doing two performances each time as they fill up the auditorium for each performance.
If you look real close you can see Señora. She is sitting just behind the piano player and a little to the left.
Enjoy.
We do not need wanna-be dictators in this county, nor con men sitting in the White House and Congress.
Find a protest near you by going to NoKings.org
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Plucking a doggie poop bag from the container attached to my end of the leash, I cleaned up Prancess Lily’s offering deposited in a neighbor’s yard, thinking to myself it is amazing how much of our lives we spend dealing with shit.
Quote of the Day… not actually daily, but whenever I encounter one I think worth sharing and there are not too many in sequence. I like quotes as they frequently distill a piece of wisdom into a brief passage, or make other points very succinctly – such as the witticisms of Oscar Wilde.
“Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers will always be children.” ~~ Socrates
To see more Quotes for Day, visit this link: Quotes for the Day
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
I am still not imbibing news, at least consciously. I do follow my investments on Google’s Finance page which at the end of my watch list always has news stories related to those investments or to the market in general. Today one headline read that tRump was threatening 50% tariffs against our good friends in Europe.
For some reason a picture of the orange orangutan currently occupying the White House came to mind. In this picture he is sit squatting in the Asian manner inside a zoo cage. He is busily flinging his turds at the various zoo visitors passing in front of his cage. For reasons unclear, the zookeepers have removed the glass partition that would have kept his excrement on his side of the wall. His malodorous missiles were landing pell-mell, but damaging those among us in the most need. Maybe if he turned that Bible upright… nah.
Outside of making him and his contemptuous cronies even richer, I am still trying to figure out what the problem is that he is trying to fix. He is making America anything but Great.
While this posting, A Jack Handey Fable, is about addiction, I see MAGA’s devotion to El puta pendejo naranja in a similar vein.
And so it should not go.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Recently here in St. Louis we had storms and tornadoes move through the metro area. Except for some limbs down in the yard, we were okay, but were without power for nearly 30 hours.
During this period I discovered that I have basically forgotten how to cook without the use of a microwave. Whether that is cooking or not is a discussion for another day.
My feelings exactly, but I am not hopeful like Mr. Springsteen. The America I have always loved has turned into an abusive relationship.
20 lessons for our troubled times as read by one of my favorite actors, John Lithgow
Okay I am a Johnny-come-lately to the “Two beers and a Puppy” test. I became aware of it when a friend of ours sent a text to Señora and I saying that we both were a Yes and a Yes. Undoubtedly, she was thinking of charismatic Señora more than Señora’s curmudgeonly Plus One.
In an article about the test Ross McCammon starts out by saying,“’Two Beers and a Puppy’ is a test that I developed while working at Esquire.” Another article whose author I could not ascertain went on to say the story being worked on was about the American “son of a bitch”. Whether it has any tie in to the “Two Beers and a Puppy” test I do not know, but a search on American“son of a bitch” and Esquire came up with an article from Roy Blount Jr. that was an interesting read: Let Us Now Praise The Son of a Bitch
In order to find out how you actually feel about Continue reading “A Test for Our Elected Officials: Two Beers and a Puppy”