I feel compelled to tell the truth. I killed or mortally wounded something. Dumb shit. I did not see it.
Mrs. Stewart was the one who, years ago, called Daughter C and said, “I think I know where your lost dog is.” Mrs. Stewart is the lady who sold me a government controlled washing machine and was more than happy to exchange it for a Libertarian machine. She is survived by her mother, five children,
The religious value of such a picture lies in its power to revive personal memories. Death is one of the most solemn realities in the world; it is the door by which one passes from the seen and temporal into the more immediate consciousness of things unseen and eternal. Commentary on Decent from the Cross
I did spend much of my day posting recipes… and I’m not finished! Of course, I did other things also. Mr. Big Food and I did our Sunday morning grocery shopping and had an experience that is destined to become one of the most memorable Piglet experiences ever. I started some cabbage, Brussels sprouts, and
since the Courthouse burnt to the ground. And good morning to you, too! UPDATED. The snow is gone and “they” are just getting around to alerting us to the fact that THERE IS DANGER! THERE IS ASBESTOS!! I could go back into the picture vault and show you how it took THEM a whole
Dictionary dot com (looked at right now by right clicking on the word “catharsis”) defines “catharsis” as “the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.” My 1962 Webster’s New School and Office Dictionary defines “catharsis” as ” a purgation or cleansing of any bodily part or organ.” Now. I know
Don’t you think it’s interesting to go back and read what people at certain points in time were saying about current events? Especially in light of the fact that we know the answer to “How’d that work out for you, dude?” Of course you do. From History as You Heard It by Lowell Thomas (1957)-
[I have no idea where that dot came from and no idea how to get rid of it. Sorry.] I am liking that font better than the one I used previously. How about you?
This entry is part of 19 in the series Bacon’s EssaysI bequeath my soul to God… My body to be buried obscurely. For my name and memory, I leave it to men’s charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and the next age. From Bacon’s last will and testament
Spock: Our association has been most unusual and fascinating. I have… enjoyed it. Live long and prosper, Leonard. Nimoy: I think I’ve already done the former, Spock. And– in no small part thanks to you– I’ve certainly done the later. From I Am Spock by Leonard Nimoy (1995)
Where will There ever be A space So full As that Which is filled By our love? from These Words are for You by Leonard Nimoy
I am often sad after a Big Day at the Palmer Home Thrift Store. The Palmer Home Thrift store is my personal crappy old book store. Every time I buy a crappy old book for $0.50 at Palmer Home, I support the Palmer Home. You should, too. I’ve been crappy old book shopping at Palmer
Oh life! An age to the miserable, a moment to the happy (Francis Bacon). Alan Nunnelee of Tupelo, our Representative to the United States House of Representatives, passed away over the weekend. Mr. Big Food and I met him once at a small town hall meeting where he spent an inordinate amount of time talking
The Courthouse It had snowed over night and into the morning as the fire burned. From late in the afternoon on that day: It’s a strange sad day here. Heavy snow. No school. Now about 47 degrees. Kids on bikes milling around just beyond the tape. Grownups coming to look and then looking very sad.
Our Presidents, who bear a sacred trust to “preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States,” mold the Nation’s destiny at home and abroad. By their personal example, they have a profound effect on every American. Through their actions, the strength of the American people is conveyed to the world. The Presidents: From
There are two things I wanted to do today but did not get around to. The first was re-writing the “About” page for Big Food, Big Garden, Big Life. Mr. Big Food sent me some needed material– all I really needed to do was do it. I didn’t. I just didn’t feel like it. The
Photo by Miss M Just off the Winona exit on I-55 is a large cross. It has bothered Miss M for some time that the associated church is not visible from either 55 or Hwy 82, so this afternoon we went looking. Near as we could tell, there is not a church associated with the
John Bernard Books: Damn. Bond Rogers: John Bernard, you swear too much. John Bernard Books: The hell I do. From The Shootist (1976) starring John Wayne and Lauren Becall.
“It was fine, Missy. I had coffee in Starkvegas with a friend– that was refreshing! Thank you for asking. And how was your day?” “Well. I note that you did not take us on our Constitutional in the Pasture. But aside from that, it was okay.” “Ruff!” “I am sorry about that, y’all. And I
In Flanders FieldsIn Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row That mark our places; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie