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 | Snow Melt
Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below. |
This is the continuing writing adventures of Prosperous Snow. The title of my first blog is "The Snowflake Chronicles"  [18+] please visit it.Snow Melt Goals  Post at least every other day, if not every day Use different font sizes, styles, and colors Use graphics or photos when possible and appropriate Experiment with different writing methods and genre Don’t change my method of dating, but add the time the entry was composed Include a quote in at least one entry a week Include an interesting piece of writing I’ve reviewed at least once a week
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| Eleven resason to blog in no partictural order |
The April 12, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" isWhy do you like to blog. What appeal does it hold for you personally?  I blog therefore I am To express my opinion Blogging is addictive To have an excuse not to do the dishes or the laundry or whatever To make money To proclaim my faith To write poetry or anything else To have something to do while the clothes are in the dryer I can complete 200 words more or less in a given time, so I feel as if I accomplished something Writing makes me happy and therefore blogging makes me happy Blogging expands my mind and keeps my brain activeFood for Thought: “I think the pleasure of completed work is what makes blogging so popular. You have to believe most bloggers have few if any actual readers. The writers are in it for other reasons. Blogging is like work, but without coworkers thwarting you at every turn. All you get is the pleasure of a completed task.” - Scott Adams |
| The Perfume of Memory |
The April 12, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isCertain senses can often provoke a memory. A smell, a sound, an image, etc. Write about a favorite memory that is conjured up by a smell, a song, or any other sense. The breeze of memory wafts across my mind bringing back the aromas of my childhood. The smell of fresh brewed coffee or the scent of Prince Albert Smoking Tobacco... it is late Sunday afternoon Grandpa is sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of Folgers coffee and rolling his cigarettes for work the next day. The breeze of memory wafts across my mind bringing back the perfumes of my childhood. The aroma of rich dark chocolate or the bouquet of hot pumpkin and spices... it is a cold December afternoon Grandma is taking a pumpkin pie out of the oven and I am sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of hot coco. Thought of the Day: "Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains." - Diane Ackerman |
| The Oneness of Humanity |
The April 11, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" isOn this day in 1968, President Johnson signed the Civil Rights Act. This act protected the rights of people, including African-Americans and women. How far do you think we have come in the past 45 years? Have we done enough? What do you think still needs to be done? We have came a long way, but we still have a long way to go. The Civil Rights Act had an affect on the laws of this nation and not on the hearts or minds of individual human beings. There are still people in this this country and across the world that see the differences of skin color, nationality, religion, native language, etc. as important distinctions. There are still people in the world that focus on the differences between the components of the human species and make these important indicators of the superiority of one group of human being over another. Humanity is a single species, which is proven by the fact that the people of different skin tones, nationality, religious affiliation, etc. can mate successfully with each other and produce viable offspring. There are other proofs of the oneness of humanity in both scientific and religious circles (creation stories and myths). Until the oneness of humanity is accepted on the level of the individual there will always be people who attempt to discriminate against those they consider inferior to themselves. A single species scattered across the planet, the physical differences accidents of climate and isolation. A single species coming together in unity as a new age dawns. Food for Thought: "...Bahá’u’lláh taught the Oneness of humanity; that is to say, all the children of men are under the mercy of the Great God. They are the sons of one God; they are trained by God. He has placed the crown of humanity on the head of every one of the servants of God. Therefore all nations and peoples must consider themselves brethren. They are all descendants from Adam. They are the branches, leaves, flowers and fruits of One Tree. They are pearls from one shell. But the children of men are in need of education and civilization, and they require to be polished, till they become bright and shining." - ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, ‘Abdu’l-Bahá in London, page 28: Discourse of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá given at the Theosophical Head Quarters. September 30th, 1911 |
| Body Art: Tattoos |
The April 11, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWhat's your take on tattoos? If you have one, is there some symbolism hidden there? Tattooing is an ancient art form that can trace its origins back to the Neolithic age.1 The word tattoo believed derived from "ta", a Polynesian word meaning "striking something", and "tatau", a Tahitian word meaning "to mark something".2 In some cultures it was connected with criminals, while in other cultures it is associated spiritual, tribal, or magical beliefs.3 All though gangs still mark their members with tattoos, tattoos are becoming more popular among different social and age groups.4 What do I think of tattoos? I think some of them are beautiful and creative pieces of art, while others are curd and/or offensive. The quality of the tattoo depends upon the artist, whether or not the tattoo is offensive depends upon what the customer wants and where the tattoo is placed. At one time, I worked in a laundromat and one day a man came in without a shirt on (it was summer and this is Las Vegas), he had a well done tattoo cover his entire back. The problem with the tattoo was that it was a hand giving "the finger" to anyone looking at his back. Do I have a tattoo? No, but I am not opposed to getting one. The main reason I do not have a tattoo is that for several years I suffered from trypanophobia ("fear of needles") also known as aichmophobia, belonephobia, or enetophobia (all of which refer to "fear of sharply pointed objects").5 However, like my arachnephobia/arachnophobia, I eventually overcame it; at least, I think I overcame it because I can get a flue shot without fainting or running out of the room screaming. If I did get a tattoo it would not be on my breast because eventually gravity sits in and distorts body decorations in that area, but this is just a personal opinion. Beauty, like a colorful tattoo, is skin deep and in the eye of the beholder. Thought of the Day: "A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye. As a tattoo is grounded on living skin, so its essence emotes a poignancy unique to the mortal human condition." ~V. Vale and Andrea Juno, Modern Primitives Footnotes |
| The Conversation of a Life Time |
The April 10, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" isAfter a long night out, you return to your house to find that every picture and painting in your house can speak to you. What do the characters in the artwork and photographs say? Write a conversation between you and one of them, or a conversation between two of them. I walked into the house on Monday night sometime after 9:00 or 10:00 PM. I don't know exactly what time it was because I didn't go into the living room or look at my cell phone to check the time. Normally, I know precisely what time I get home, but when I walked into the house on Monday night I heard voices reverberating through the house. Since I live alone, I was a bit frightened; however, I'm not the type of person to call 911 out of fear. Living in Las Vegas, I know that Metro Officers have more important things to deal with then the voices in my house. I went into the dining room and turned on the light. As soon as the light came on the voices stopped. I looked around, but the room was empty. I started to turn the light off, when the photo of 'Abdu'l-Baha spoke to me. "Pull up a chair, Snow, we have a lot to discuss." "Yes, uh..." "Please, call me 'Abdu'l-Baha." "All right," I pulled dining room chair close to the photo so that I could look directly at it. "What do we have to discuss?" "Your tendency to procrastinate and waste time, but first I have a question to ask you." After a short pause, 'Abdu'l-Baha continued. "Did you enjoy the Feast of Glory tonight?" "Yes." "Good, then I presume you will attend the fund raiser at the Baha'i Center this week end." "I hadn't planned to, 'Abdu'l-Baha." "Go you will enjoy yourself and don't worry about finances or anything like that." "All right." "Snow," he paused again. "You need to stop procrastinating and wasting time. First, beginning on Tuesday I want you to stop playing mahjong, pyramid, or spider for the next nineteen day. If you find yourself at loose ends or between projects either say prayers, read a book, or clean a room." "All right, 'Abdu'l-Baha," I smiled because he knew my weakness. "Will there be anything else?" "Yes, stop worrying about money or anything else. You put your financial situation in God's hands, so you do not need to worry. Worrying about something you have placed in divine hands is attempting to take the situation back." "I always suspected as much." "It is late and you should get some sleep because you have a lot of work to do on Tuesday." At this point I think the picture smiled at me, "Snow, you can get a lot accomplished between now and the end of the month, so go to bed and get some sleep. Just remember what day you are living in." |
| The most annoying sound in the world |
The April 10, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWhat is the most annoying sound you have ever heard? Some people say the most annoying sounds is the singing of birds, the barking of a dog, or the moan of a cat in season, but for me the most annoying sounds I have ever heard are the echoes of small arms fire ricocheting through Las Vegas streets at odd hours during the day or the night. All right, perhaps I have lived in the big city too long and should move back to a small town. I like the big city because I can go to a grocery store or a restaurant in the middle of the night and know I am not the only insomniac in town. Despite the fact that I find gunshots annoying and have learned to dive for cover and hug the floor when they are nearby, I am not moving back to a small town willingly. Besides, in this day and age, I am not sure that small towns are any safer then big cities when it come to crime and gunshots. I suspect crime is down in Las Vegas because I have not heard gunshots yet this year. Of course, it is not the Fourth of July. That is when you hear a lot of gunshots. People seem to think that it is all right to shot at the sky to celebrate Independence Day, which is why we do not have to worry about an extraterrestrial invasion on July 4. Too many people are discharging bullets into the air for the safety of any flying object. I am not even going to discuss the affect of gravity on the bullets falling back to earth. Thought of the Day: "All parents believe their children can do the impossible. They thought it the minute we were born, and no matter how hard we've tried to prove them wrong, they all think it about us now. And the really annoying thing is, they're probably right." - Cathy Guisewite |
| Dinner with my Father |
The April 9, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" isYou've been given the opportunity to have dinner with anyone-I mean ANYONE (alive or dead)--Who do you eat with? Where do you eat at? How does dinner go? What kinds of questions do you ask? If your imagination allows, please write the dinner transcript. I would have dinner with my father. I was young when my parents divorced, so my memories of my father are sketchy at best. I didn't know he was dead until I read his obit online (that was a shocker). I never had a chance to say "I love you, Daddy." I would have liked to say that to him before he died or at least attended his funeral. I would fix Spanish rice using my own recipe. We would have green salad, coffee, and chocolate cake for desert unless my father wanted some other type of desert. I would tell him how much I loved him. I would tell him about my life and dreams. Dad and I would catch up on the events that happened in our lives. I would tell him that the only thing that matter was our dinner together. Then last I would ask him to introduce me to my half-sister. Daddy, I miss you, I love you, I forgive you; Please forgive me for not finding you before you died. Food for thought: "Never forget the three powerful resources you always have available to you: love, prayer, and forgiveness." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr. |
| The Secret of Me Time |
The April 9, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isTell us if you have any secret ways of finding time for yourself. The secret of person time isn't in doing laundry or dishes, isn't cleaning the house or the garage; even though these are fun activities they don't give me a chance to talk to my soul, discuss a poem with my muse, or praise God. How do I find time for myself? I don't think it's a matter of finding time as much as taking time. Self-knowledge requires a me to be silent and listen to the voice of my soul, so that I can learn about my fears and why those fears exist. This requires silence, writing in a journal, prayer, and meditation. Therefore, rather then finding time to do these thing, take time in the morning or in the evening; find some place to be along with your thought. I suspect the most righting thing for any human being is to be alone, in silence with his or her own thoughts as company because without this self-knowledge is impossible or at least difficult. I take time for myself so that I can listen to my inner voice. Thought of the day: “To know a species, look at its fears. To know yourself, look at your fears. Fear in itself is not important, but fear stands there and points you in the direction of things that are important. Don't be afraid of your fears, they're not there to scare you; they're there to let you know that something is worth it.” ― C. JoyBell C. |
| Sometimes I like Monday |
The April 8, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" isWhat is your favorite and/or least favorite day of the week? Monday is a day that most people decry, but sometimes I like Mondays because it is so sly and sneaks upon me with a wonderful surprise. This week I like Monday because it rained this morning. I live is Las Vegas, which is in a desert so rain is something that most of us look forward to experiencing. Spring rain is especially nice because it has a slight wintry chill, but still warm enough not to freeze me to the bone. It rained enough today to wash my car and leave a puddle in my driveway. This week I like Monday because the bird that flew into my covered patio on Sunday was still alive. I saw the bird, I think it was a nightingale, fly onto the patio through the open door and did not think anything of it because I figure he would fly out the same way he came in. The bird was still on the patio this morning so I had to go out and herd him toward the still open door. It took me a couple of tries, but eventually he flew out the door. This experience did teach me one thing, just because a creature enters through an open door does not mean it knows to leave the same way. Sometimes I like Monday and sometimes I would like to start my week on Tuesday because Monday seems like a waste of energy. Food for Thought: “What about Monday? That could be our one day we look at things the same way, and wear funny shoes.” ― Kevin Dalton |
| Superpower for a day: The ability to control pain |
The April 8, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isIf you could choose one superpower to have for a day, what would it be? The advantage to having a superpower for a day is that it would not have time to go to my heard. If I could only use it for twenty-four hours, I could only use it to accomplish something good in the world. At least, is hour it would be in theory, but since theory and practice are two entirely different things I probably would not have time to screw things up beyond repair. When I was young, I wanted the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound, but at sixty-six I want to be able to walk around the block without the osteoarthritis in my knees causing pain. The superpower I want is the ability to control pain without medication. I would like this ability for more then just a twenty-four hour period, but I will take what I can get and not bitch. I know it is probably selfish to want to control the osteoarthritis pain in my knees without the use of medication, but that is what I would chose. Just twenty-four hours without pain, without have to decide if the pain is excruciating enough to warrant taking medication that may affect my organs as I age or is addictive if I take too much of it. Thought of the Day: "I urge people with osteoarthritis to follow a comprehensive plan for managing their arthritis pain. Developing and maintaining a healthy lifestyle is key to the successful management of osteoarthritis--eat right, exercise regularly, lose excess weight, and consider the use of medications based on your degree of pain." ~ Daniel O. Clegg |
| Sunday a day of work or a day of rest |
The April 7, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isToday's a free day with no prompt, so blog on whatever your heart desires and have a marvelous day!  olive boughs waving a partly cloudy Sunday clothes in the dryer dishes in the sink the sun cast deep dark shadows beautiful Sunday The April 7, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" isDo you remember when businesses closed on Sundays and it was a respected day of rest and worship? Write about Those Sundays, and compare it to how Sundays are spend now. When Sunday was a day of rest, we went to morning Services... Sunday school and Bible verses followed by Hell and Brimstone preaching. Or was it visa versa? When Sunday was a day of rest, Grandma never rested... she made Sunday dinner, washed the dishes, etc. while we finished homework assignments. When Sunday was a day of rest, my mother waited tables... a single Mom with four kids to feed she could not rest for long. When Sunday was our day of rest a neighbor woman bitched because Saturday was her day of rest, but Grandma's laundry day; she thought the neighbors show disrespect when they worked on the day she rested. I think I need a day of rest a day to relax away from the stress of modern civilization. Thought of the Day: “Every person needs to take one day away. A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future. Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence. Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.” ― Maya Angelou, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now |
| Dual entry Saturday: My Game and My Theme Song |
The April 6, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWhat is your favorite game to play? I favorite game to play is the game of life, not the board game, but the real thing. My favorite game to watch is Jeopardy6, the reason I like to watch Jeopardy is because it reminds me of life. In Jeopardy, Alex Trebek (the best looking Canadian I've seen) gives contestants the answers and then the contestants have to respond with the question. Each day when a person wakes up, life provides the answers for the day, but the individual has to figure out the questions. Saturday morning's Answer: Trash and recyclable. The question: What do I have to lug to the curb before 6:30 AM? The April 6, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is"If you had a theme song accompanying your day today, what would it be when you walked into a room?" Thought for the Day: "Anyone who has begun to think, places some portion of the world in jeopardy." - John Dewey Footnotes |
| Tears of Joy and happiness |
The April 5, 2013 for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWe cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy? Tears of joy and happiness wash dust from the mirror of my soul. When was the last time I shed tears of joy? There are four things that cause me to shed tears of joy and those are reading (1) a prayer revealed by Baha'u'llah, (2) a prayer revealed by The Bab, (3) a prayer written by 'Abdu'l-Baha, and (4) a poem. So to answer the question, I shed tears of joy last night because I read a prayer revealed by Baha'u'llah. Tears of happiness and joy, water the soil of my faith with sunbeams and rain drops. Tears of joy and happiness, shed by my grateful soul for the Glory of God. Food for thought: "Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams." - Hosea Ballou |
| Opening a can of life |
The April 5, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is Why sometimes bad things can be life openers? It's late Friday afternoon in Las Vegas and I spent at least four hours in my mechanic's reception room waiting for my car. The noise that I thought was a loose belt, was the breaks and a loose bolt (which I knew about in January). The breaks, loose bolt and the belt have been fixed, which means I can safely drive my car. Unfortunately, due to the expense I can't afford to drive the car this month. I have over half a tank of gas, which has to last a while, so I won't be going very far from home. I still have one prescription and some personal items I have to find the money for, but I don't have to deal with those until next week. I have aluminum cans in the trunk of my car that I can sell for a little bit of money; however, that money will go into my bank account. Why bad things are life openers? Bad things are always life openers, if a person is willing to take a deep breath and squelch the panic. When something bad happens it gives a person a chance to step back and take a look at his or her life. I allows the person to look at the negative thought process that may have contributed to the event. If negative thought process is not the problem then a person has to look at other reasons for the bad event. Sometimes bad things just happen because we live in a world were we have to deal with emotion, humans, and other living creatures. Let's face it, bad things are just a part of the can of life. Lately, I've began to suspect that bad things happen to push a person into reevaluating how and why she or he does things in a certain way. Bad things happen to show the individual a new way of doing things; to change a habit or a thought process that leads to insanity. A person can't do the same thing in the same over and over without getting the same results. If a person wants different results then change the input, try doing the action a different way or use a different thought process, so that you get a different results. I am not insane, all though I may not be completely sane. Each morning, I open a can of life, which doesn't have a label to find out if its contents are good or bad. Thought of the Day: “Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.” ― Narcotics Anonymous, Narcotics Anonymous |
| Poetry: A personal definition |
The April 4, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" isApril is National Poetry Month - Write about what poetry means to you. Poetry echoes from my soul descending through mental corridors; electrical charges moving from dendrite to axon, from neuron to neuron... become line and stanza metaphor and simile. For me writing poetry is a way of dealing with my emotions. For me writing poetry is a way of breaking the events in my life to bite size pieces. For me writing poetry is an act of love. For me writing poetry is worshiping God. For me reading poetry is a connection to the past. For me reading poetry is a connection to the future. For me reading poetry is a connection to humanity. For me reading poetry is a connection to the divine. A poem is a breath my spirit exhaled. Food for Thought: "When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses." - John F. Kennedy |
| Where Have all my Toys gone? |
The April 4, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isDescribe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it? Where, oh, where has my favorite doll gone, Oh, where, oh, where can she be? Is she buried under a cottonwood tree or in a toxic waste dump? The last time I saw my favorite baby doll was in the nursery of the Southern Baptist Mission in Blackwell, Oklahoma. That was ages and ages ago before the Blackwell7 Zinc Company closed in 1974. That was before Zinc Smelter land was give to the Blackwell Industrial Authority (BIA) and its soil repurposed, which caused toxic waste contamination of large areas of the city and the Chikaskia River. Therefore, I am presuming that my favorite baby doll is decomposing in a toxic waste dump somewhere in Oklahoma. It doesn't seem fair that my favorite doll, with the rest of my childhood toys and treasures, is buried beneath poisonous and toxic soil. All right, I realize that life isn't fair. Life isn't supposed to be fair because while my soul is traveling on the material plain they are supposed to be developing spiritual attributes. However, the least an old woman can ask is for her favorite doll to be treated with more respect. The least someone could have done was give the doll a proper burial or cremation instead of letting it rot in a toxic waste dump. Thought of the Day: "Keep talking about moving toxic wastes, but never let it cross your mind to quit producing them. Keep Judging yourselves in Manson. Don't look in the mirror. You will serve the Earth as much as she serves you or you will commit suicide." - Lynette Fromme Footnotes |
| Snow's Strings of Memory |
The April 3, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" isHold your hands out in front of you, palms down. Imagine that you have a total of six strings tied around your fingers. Write about the objects that are dangling from the strings. Considering that my memory has been a bit mudgy8 lately the strings are probably to remind me of missing sections of my memory. My memory issues are sketchy, little sections of memories that should be there but are missing or items I have laid down and then forgotten where I put them. Sometimes I get the feeling that I am looking at a jigsaw puzzle with pieces missing. These missing memories frighten me because I don't know whether I am dealing with normal issues of stress or an indication of Alzheimer's. Strings of memory Colored threads holding objects Important to me  My prayer beads because I lay them down and sometimes forget where I put them My prayer book because sometimes I put it in my purse and forget in which section I placed it My medication with the times I am supposed to take the tablets each day My coffee cup with a note telling me I am supposed to wash it every day A note telling me how much cash I spent on any specific day A note reminding me to write down the poem or story idea before I forget itFood for Thought: "Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down." - Hector Berlioz Footnotes |
| Two Methods of Healing: Material and Spiritual |
The April 3, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isIf you needed it, would you use medical treatments that skirt the edge of legality, such as certain herbal treatments, or medical marijuana (depending on your state)? Would I use edgy or unprecedented medical treatments if necessary? The answer to this question is "I don't know" or "It depends". My decision would depend on what my doctor said, on what the doctor I consulted for a second opinion said, on what available medical studies revealed about the results of the treatment, whether or not my medical insurance would pay part of the cost, and, last but not least, prayer. I believe that healing comes through two methods. One method is material, so I have to consult a doctor to see what she or he says about any type of purposed treatment or medication. The second method of healing is spiritual, which comes through prayer or connecting with the Creator. I believe both of these methods are necessary for the healing of an individual. I believe that these methods should be used in conjunction rather then separately so that the patient has the best chance of recovery. Each day say a healing prayer for those who are ill; supplicate the Lord and ask a blessing for the doctor. Thought of the Day: "There are two ways of healing sickness, material means and spiritual means. The first is by the use of remedies, of medicines; the second consists in praying to God and in turning to Him. Both means should be used and practiced." - `Abdu'l-Baha: Baha'i World Faith, Pages 375-376 |
| A Willingness to Learn |
The April 2, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWhat expert do you wish could come teach you what they know? Expert "a person who has special skill or knowledge in some particular field; specialist; authority"9. An expert cannot teach me or anyone else anything unless there is a willingness to learn. I can consult an expert, consider what that expert has to say, and decided if I accept what that expert has to say. If I do not find the expert's opinion or knowledge believable then I can consult another expert on the subject or I can experiment or find some other way to learn about the subject on my own. What subject would I like to consult an expert concerning? I have an endless list of subjects I could discuss with various experts. However, the first thing I need to know about the expert is the narrowness of his or her expertise. The next thing I need to know is did the expert come to his or her conclusions through experimentation or reading about the subject. Once I determine those to things, then I can decide whether or not I want to consult the expert. Consulting an expert is find, but each individual needs to investigate truth for him or herself. If I just take an experts word, then I am not learning anything, I am not using my brains, and I am not using the free will God gave me. I can consult a dozen different experts on any subject and receive a dozen different "expert opinions", but none of those opinions do me any good unless I can apply them to a situation in my life. Expert opinion is necessary with a bit of salt and pepper. Food for Thought: "Observe, record, tabulate, communicate. Use your five senses. Learn to see, learn to hear, learn to feel, learn to smell, and know that by practice alone you can become expert." - William Osler Footnotes |
| A first I want to forget |
The April 2, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" isWrite about your first school dance, first date, or first friend. It is a first I want to forget, expunge it from my memory: Why am I writing about it if I want to forget? The weird thing about my memory is the way it works. Things that I want to remember I tend to forget, while the things I want to forget I tend to remember. My memory works like a two year old whose mother tells her not to play in the cat's litter box. As soon as Mama's back is turned, the kid is playing in the cat's litter box. I mean, when you hear about it you don't want to laugh because Mama should have known better then to tell the kid not to do it. At two, the first thing a child will do when Mama's back is turned is to do what Mama just told her not to do. It is a first I want to forget, but I can't expunge it from my memory: so I may as well write about my first date, about the first time I was stood up. What lead up to this fiasco? I said yes to a high school acquaintance, when I should have said "No!" Anyway, to make a long story short or a short story long, I said "Yes, I will go out with you." On prearranged night, I took my second shower of the day (after all it was my first date), put on my prettiest pink poodle skirt (the only poodle skirt I ever owned), my prettiest pink blouse (maybe this is why I don't wear pink any more), and waited for him to arrive. I waited. I waited. I waited. I waited... etc. Needless to write, he didn't arrive. I was disappointed at the time and, I suspect, I am still disappointed today. However, I am not sure why I am disappointed. Am I disappointed because I was stood up? Am I disappointed because I did not confront him? Thinking back over the situation, and the fact that he is either still serving time in prison (he got a life sentence for something he did after he was discharged from the army) or dead, I am probably lucky he stood me up. Thought of the Day: "I trusted you, but now your words mean nothing because your actions spoke the truth." - Author Unknown |
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