John Glover and Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

Is there not a remarkable resemblance between the judge (left) and the actor (right)?

Sunday Morning

My Backyard

67 degrees on the 17th of November. I am reminded of this--a few short weeks ago. The furry bumblebees working so hard to prepare for winter.



The music is Ray Lynch's "Ralph's Rhapsody". Is it not beautiful?
His site has samples of his music.

many hands make light work

They forgot to mention the playwright: William Inge.

The guys weren't able to finish putting in the windows last night, so I had to postpone my nuclear stress test, scheduled for this am, to next Tuesday.

Although not their first priority they were kind enough to take time out to magically fix my faulty light at the top of the stairs.

Now it is no longer dark at the top of the stairs.

It was November 23 rd, the day before Thanksgiving 2005, that I had the heart repaired, and I am reminded by a friend that proper etiquette calls for me to send a card (of thanks?) to my surgeon on that day. I suppose I'll have to send a photo of myself--or my heart--as well.

Hallmark surely makes a card appropriate to the occasion.

The Winds of Change

"We're living in a kindergarten. It should be (politics) on issues, and that's the thing that makes you sick about the political scheme of things right now, regardless of which side."

Clint Eastwood, Entertainment Weekly, October 27, 2006

"You live around here, or ride a bicycle?"

A Remote Farm, Thomas Nason

The old lady looked down at the kid standing on the other side of her screen door.
He was holding a large paper bag, his arm extended towards her. "You wanna buy some termaters? he said. "Termaters?" she asked. "You got termaters in that big old bag, boy? How much you reckon you want fer 'em?" He grinned. "Ten cents. They're fresh. Just picked 'em from my mama's garden." She opened the screen door and stepped out. "Let me see them expensive termaters" she said, reaching out to take the bag. "Well", she said, "I reckon you must have about 5 pounds of tomaters in this here bag". "Yes'm", he replied. "Only 10 cents a bag." She held the bag up with both hands. "Now you say they's fresh? Just picked? Does yo mama know you out selling her termaters?" she asked. "Yes'm", he said. "We got some shelled butter beans too."

"Tell me boy. How come I never seed you before? You live around here, or ride a bicycle?"

"Yes'm. I live right down yonder, four a five houses. Next door to ms. Mack."

She stood there holding the bag of tomatoes, thinking. "I reckon they's worth a dime." she said. "Let me get ya one." The hinges squeaked when she opened the screen door.