AND THE RAINS CAME

 

From at least 4:30 AM, when Grandpère turned on the light in the bathroom without closing the door and woke me up, it rained and poured and rained and poured the entire day.  Since I needed groceries, when the rain slackened a bit, I rushed to the supermarket.  Alas, while I was shopping, the torrential rain started again, and, when I left the supermarket, I had to wade through the heavy rain in above-the-ankle water in the flooded parking lot to reach my car.  On the way home, I found that my street was blocked by the police because of floodwater. I backed up, turned around, and approached from another direction and was able to reach home, TBTG. I didn't leave the house for the rest of the day, except for periodically donning the plastic poncho to take Diana out to do her business.

The heavy rain doesn't show in the picture above, but you can see the puddles and maybe the water in the street, if you click on the photo.   

LITTLE RICHARD - "LONG TALL SALLY"

Friday night with Little Richard.

STORY OF THE DAY - FINISH

My mother always told me to finish what I started, but 
she had no idea of some of the people I'd be dealing 
with.

From StoryPeople.

MARY BLACK - 'LOVING HANNAH'

A beautiful woman with a lovely voice sings a wonderful old folk song.

I went to church on Sunday  
My love, she passed me by  
I knew her mind was changing  
By the roving of her eye  
By the roving of her eye  
By the roving of her eye  
I knew her mind was changing  
By the roving of her eye

DITHERING...

John Barrymore as Hamlet, 1922

To blog or not to blog: that is the question.  IT asked the question at The Friends of Jake in her post titled "Why blog?"   Comments are disappearing, and much of my energy for blogging came from exchanges with those who left comments.  Please...no one should take my post as a plea to leave comments.  People do what they will do and go where they will go, and they seem to have mostly moved on from blogs.

The action moved to Facebook and other social media like Twitter.   Though I have a Facebook account, because my family and friends are there, once I check in, I spend far too much time at the site when I should be doing other things.  As for Twitter, I tried it, and I was in and out within a couple of hours.  It's definitely not for me.

In any case, blogging is hard work, and my store of energy seems to be on the wane...at least for now, so I'll probably be writing and posting less.

I should add that dithering Hamlet is not among my favorites of  Shakespeare's characters.

OH MY!

 

Ha ha ha.  I love the cartoon.

DEMOCRACY IS COMING TO THE USA - LEONARD COHEN

I wish. I hope.

FEAST OF JULIAN OF NORWICH

Stained glass in Julian's cell

The following was translated by -- Liz Broadwell:

And from the time that [the vision] was shown, I desired often to know what our Lord's meaning was. And fifteen years and more afterward I was answered in my spiritual understanding, thus: 'Would you know your Lord's meaning in this thing? Know it well, love was his meaning. Who showed it to you? Love. What did he show you? Love. Why did he show it? For love. Keep yourself therein and you shall know and understand more in the same. But you shall never know nor understand any other thing, forever.'
 
Thus I was taught that love was our Lord's meaning. And I saw quite clearly in this and in all, that before God made us, he loved us, which love was never slaked nor ever shall be. And in this love he has done all his work, and in this love he has made all things profitable to us. And in this love our life is everlasting. In our creation we had a beginning. But the love wherein he made us was in him with no beginning. And all this shall be seen in God without end ... 

From the Lectionary.

Lord God, who in your compassion granted to the Lady Julian many revelations of your nurturing and sustaining love: Move our hearts, like hers, to seek you above all things, for in giving us yourself you give us all; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.

(Lesser Feasts and Fasts of The Episcopal Church.)

BROKEN LEG

"How did it happen?" the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand as he set the man's broken leg.

"Well, doc, 25 years ago . . . ."

"Never mind the past. Tell me how you broke your leg this morning."

"Like I was saying, doc, 25 years ago, when I first started working on the farm, that night, right after I'd gone to bed, the farmer's beautiful daughter came into my room.  She asked me if there was anything I wanted.  I said, 'No, everything is fine.'  'Are you sure?' she asked.  'I'm sure,' I said.

'Isn't there anything I can do for you?' she wanted to know.  'I reckon not,' I replied."

"Excuse me," said the doctor, "What does this story have to do with your leg?"

"Well, this morning," the farmhand explained, "when it dawned on me what she meant, I fell off the roof!"


Cheers,

Paul (A.)

Ha ha ha.  I didn't see the punch line coming.

HOME GROWN MILITIA TYPE ARRESTED

The Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) announced on Monday that it had arrested a Minnesota man for plotting a “localized terror attack.”
....

Several guns and explosive devices were discovered during the search of the residence” on Friday. Buford “Bucky” Rogers, 24, was arrested for unlawful possession of a firearm by a felon. An Associated Press report said that he had previously been convicted for felony burglary in 2011 and a misdemeanor charge of dangerous handling of a weapon in 2009.

The FBI believes that a terror attack was disrupted by law enforcement personnel and that the lives of several local residents were potentially saved,” the FBI said in a statement.

Obviously, Rogers was not a well regulated militia type.  Is it absurd to suggest that militia type individuals and groups known to have large stocks of arms and ammunition should be a tad more closely observed by law enforcement authorities?

H/T to Charles Pierce at Esquire.