while all of you are planning my birthday bash i just have to manage to get a lot of work in.
SOMETHING NEW: refinishing and old tub!
Something borrowed: too much to list
something blue, half of the sky, apart from where there are thunderheads.
many pictures taken, waiting til i get my computer back from brilliant son number one,
then I can post them
thinking of starting a new prescription for the ADD
after I talk to my Dr. friend, that is
I need traction, have none.
Need focus, have about a hundred.
Need friends, so glad I have you.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
very little advance notice
I am celebrating number 52 soon
and here is what I dream of: (kayak kit)
I dream of so many projects and possibilities
but if there WAS a fairy godmother
and she dropped one of these off for me
I would relish putting it together
and paddling it about my beautiful lake on quiet mornings.
otherwise i will clean out my dirty car
and sort my socks
and here is what I dream of: (kayak kit)
I dream of so many projects and possibilities
but if there WAS a fairy godmother
and she dropped one of these off for me
I would relish putting it together
and paddling it about my beautiful lake on quiet mornings.
otherwise i will clean out my dirty car
and sort my socks
Thursday, July 26, 2007
When kitty comes to call...
what do you think?
Does this cat really KNOW or sense
when old people are about to die?
seems like it.
I am glad for inexplicable things in our world,
since I am one of them.....
Does this cat really KNOW or sense
when old people are about to die?
seems like it.
I am glad for inexplicable things in our world,
since I am one of them.....
Monday, July 23, 2007
Monday Memo
Help is on the way!
My computer, which I fried some time ago, is about to be revived and reconfigured by the doctor of all things computerological, my own Son, Oren.
He is going to upgrade his and mend mine with his old Motherboard.
So in about a week, I will have my own place to play ( online)
and not have to borrow or share space.
Good for those who like pictures, asI will be sharing some again,
and good for me, I will get to drive to the central valley of Ca to pick up the new machine.
All too much excitement for me, way better than any old book about spells and magic.
Don't ya think so?
My computer, which I fried some time ago, is about to be revived and reconfigured by the doctor of all things computerological, my own Son, Oren.
He is going to upgrade his and mend mine with his old Motherboard.
So in about a week, I will have my own place to play ( online)
and not have to borrow or share space.
Good for those who like pictures, asI will be sharing some again,
and good for me, I will get to drive to the central valley of Ca to pick up the new machine.
All too much excitement for me, way better than any old book about spells and magic.
Don't ya think so?
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Sunday six
colors in the sunrise that defy description
Tammy Faye finally needs no makeup
Jesus Christ is on the radio
My brother and sister make me proud
at Great Minds a reader finds answers thru their doctor and proper medication
our church service is two parts, worship in word and music and then a meal together, every Sunday! It is one of the most real places I have ever worshipped. God bless you pastor Gene.
Tammy Faye finally needs no makeup
Jesus Christ is on the radio
My brother and sister make me proud
at Great Minds a reader finds answers thru their doctor and proper medication
our church service is two parts, worship in word and music and then a meal together, every Sunday! It is one of the most real places I have ever worshipped. God bless you pastor Gene.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
saturday seven
( wherein I related seven or more of the best things about living life inside of David's head)
1. Barking dogs do not bother me, even on a lazy day.
2. Pain is only a messenger, hear the message and provide the help and balance your body needs.
3. Art is everywhere, even rusted tractor parts in the forest have a theme.
4. Giving is natural, holding on tightly to anything is not. Relax, breathe, melt into the fabric of life.
5. If life allows you to be taken care of, then become a caretaker, you can have joy in the completion of a cycle that is old as time. Live long enough to be taken care of again, but don't be crabby in your old age, when the rest of your generation exists only as pictures on the wall.
6. Walk long on the natural woodland trail, take short trips in the car ( especially if riding with Teddy Kennedy).
7. When you have the choice of saying something dangerously sweet and sentimental, or being silent, err on the side of sweetness. Unspoken love is as useless as a spare tire with no air.
I liked that, I hope you will, too
Shalom
1. Barking dogs do not bother me, even on a lazy day.
2. Pain is only a messenger, hear the message and provide the help and balance your body needs.
3. Art is everywhere, even rusted tractor parts in the forest have a theme.
4. Giving is natural, holding on tightly to anything is not. Relax, breathe, melt into the fabric of life.
5. If life allows you to be taken care of, then become a caretaker, you can have joy in the completion of a cycle that is old as time. Live long enough to be taken care of again, but don't be crabby in your old age, when the rest of your generation exists only as pictures on the wall.
6. Walk long on the natural woodland trail, take short trips in the car ( especially if riding with Teddy Kennedy).
7. When you have the choice of saying something dangerously sweet and sentimental, or being silent, err on the side of sweetness. Unspoken love is as useless as a spare tire with no air.
I liked that, I hope you will, too
Shalom
Friday, July 20, 2007
Oh baby!
i just had the BEST massage.
that is all
just wanted you to know how deliriously happy I am.
--- update -- drinking a Boddingtons Pub Ale ( cold)
in honor of Minerva's good news.
Happy weekend, all!
that is all
just wanted you to know how deliriously happy I am.
--- update -- drinking a Boddingtons Pub Ale ( cold)
in honor of Minerva's good news.
Happy weekend, all!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
True tale of a demon on the attack ( reposted)
I have to tell you this. (again)
It's part of my life, specifically May 1990 - Mother's day. Sunday.
My wife, Amy has just gone into the Safeway store on Ocean Avenue in San Francisco, a few blocks from where we lived for four years. We are moving and need some more boxes. I am in our car with the two boys, Oren and Jared, then 5 and three years old, waiting for her to come out. I am dressed in a shirt and tie, slacks, having just come from church. We lived in a very mixed neighborhood, some would call it poor.
I am sitting behind the wheel, at the curb, waiting when I hear a noise, noises from the crosswalk in front of me. A man is beating and jumping on another man who is down in the street. Reflexively I open the car door, and run to the fight, while many others stand and watch. I see an average size black man kicking the now unconscious man who is bleeding from his mouth and head.
I know he may be able to swing at me, but I also know I can not let him kill this other man. I stand directly in front of him, I can not say if I yell or just stand. He releases the mans head which he has been pounding against the pavement. He stands and we are eye to eye, I am looking at the blackest soul I have ever seen. I know this is a demon, murder is its name. I shout, with as much authority as I can, "Stop, in Jesus name!"
I could not call for help from another, I could not wait and see if the attack would stop, I could not do anything but what I did. I did not have time to look for a weapon that this man might have, nor did I take time to arm myself.
The man is dark skinned, short hair, a knit cap of several colors. He is less than two feet away and staring at me. His hands, which were beating the life out of his victim moments before are hanging at his side. I am relieved at this, having never been a fighter, but having been punched a time or two. Something has changed in the attacker, like a switch was turned off. I do not touch him, but point with my long arm, long finger and long stare toward the sidewalk, and command
"Now, Go sit down on the curb!" and then I looked down at the man on the asphalt. Mouth open, blood abundant, eyes closed. He lies like a discarded rag doll, arms and legs splayed around his unmoving body. I or someone near me, yells for 911 to be called.
Out of the Safeway a man comes, carrying a cake in a pink box, straight over to us. "I am an EMT, let me go get my bag".
He comes back and I am relieved of my duty toward the victim. An ambulance comes in a few minutes, and a police car maybe ten minutes later. I answer a few questions for the officers, give my name and numbers. The officers talk to ten or so witnesses from the sidewalk crowd. None of them is more amazed than me at what has just happened.
This, I think to myself, is the going away event; one that will remind me of why I moved my family from the city, to the mountains. To a place of quieter living, less crowding, more peaceful surroundings and perhaps more peaceful people.
Wednesday edition:
people are asking what happened to the bad guy. it is so politcally incorrect to refer to him by such a prejudicial label. Here is what happened he went to prison, 2 1/2 years.
The whole story is both sad and funny, tragic and telling. I will try to drag it out for as long as I can ( i need more readers folks!!)
The assailant: He heard what I said, he stopped. and then he went and SAT on the curb,
and was sitting there when the police arrived. he was arrested and interviewed by the police detective. Here is what she said when she talked to me later on the phone. (paraphrase)
Mr. Schmidt I need to get some information about this event. We asked this guy about the attack ( he did not know the victim or have a motive, except, perhaps he was gay of effeminate.)
Cop: Why did he stop beating the other man? "the preacher told me to stop in Jesus name"
Cop: Do you believe in Jesus? No I am a muslim.
then the officer asks me, Is that what happened? I told her yes, I did not recommend it, but in this case it worked. That I told him to stop in Jesus name, but that I was not a preacher, just a guy in a tie. I told her I would be available to testify if they needed me. Now ten or more people were witnesses and gave the police information at the scene, but at the arraignment there was me, the victim, who still had some severe damage to his head, and the Muslim man.
He plead guilty. I told the man next to me that God had some special reason for saving him that day. I hope he did something wondeful with the rest of his life.
I'll never forget that day, nor cease to thank God for His power and authority.
When I am getting whooped, I hope one of you is near by to stick up for me.
It's part of my life, specifically May 1990 - Mother's day. Sunday.
My wife, Amy has just gone into the Safeway store on Ocean Avenue in San Francisco, a few blocks from where we lived for four years. We are moving and need some more boxes. I am in our car with the two boys, Oren and Jared, then 5 and three years old, waiting for her to come out. I am dressed in a shirt and tie, slacks, having just come from church. We lived in a very mixed neighborhood, some would call it poor.
I am sitting behind the wheel, at the curb, waiting when I hear a noise, noises from the crosswalk in front of me. A man is beating and jumping on another man who is down in the street. Reflexively I open the car door, and run to the fight, while many others stand and watch. I see an average size black man kicking the now unconscious man who is bleeding from his mouth and head.
I know he may be able to swing at me, but I also know I can not let him kill this other man. I stand directly in front of him, I can not say if I yell or just stand. He releases the mans head which he has been pounding against the pavement. He stands and we are eye to eye, I am looking at the blackest soul I have ever seen. I know this is a demon, murder is its name. I shout, with as much authority as I can, "Stop, in Jesus name!"
I could not call for help from another, I could not wait and see if the attack would stop, I could not do anything but what I did. I did not have time to look for a weapon that this man might have, nor did I take time to arm myself.
The man is dark skinned, short hair, a knit cap of several colors. He is less than two feet away and staring at me. His hands, which were beating the life out of his victim moments before are hanging at his side. I am relieved at this, having never been a fighter, but having been punched a time or two. Something has changed in the attacker, like a switch was turned off. I do not touch him, but point with my long arm, long finger and long stare toward the sidewalk, and command
"Now, Go sit down on the curb!" and then I looked down at the man on the asphalt. Mouth open, blood abundant, eyes closed. He lies like a discarded rag doll, arms and legs splayed around his unmoving body. I or someone near me, yells for 911 to be called.
Out of the Safeway a man comes, carrying a cake in a pink box, straight over to us. "I am an EMT, let me go get my bag".
He comes back and I am relieved of my duty toward the victim. An ambulance comes in a few minutes, and a police car maybe ten minutes later. I answer a few questions for the officers, give my name and numbers. The officers talk to ten or so witnesses from the sidewalk crowd. None of them is more amazed than me at what has just happened.
This, I think to myself, is the going away event; one that will remind me of why I moved my family from the city, to the mountains. To a place of quieter living, less crowding, more peaceful surroundings and perhaps more peaceful people.
Wednesday edition:
people are asking what happened to the bad guy. it is so politcally incorrect to refer to him by such a prejudicial label. Here is what happened he went to prison, 2 1/2 years.
The whole story is both sad and funny, tragic and telling. I will try to drag it out for as long as I can ( i need more readers folks!!)
The assailant: He heard what I said, he stopped. and then he went and SAT on the curb,
and was sitting there when the police arrived. he was arrested and interviewed by the police detective. Here is what she said when she talked to me later on the phone. (paraphrase)
Mr. Schmidt I need to get some information about this event. We asked this guy about the attack ( he did not know the victim or have a motive, except, perhaps he was gay of effeminate.)
Cop: Why did he stop beating the other man? "the preacher told me to stop in Jesus name"
Cop: Do you believe in Jesus? No I am a muslim.
then the officer asks me, Is that what happened? I told her yes, I did not recommend it, but in this case it worked. That I told him to stop in Jesus name, but that I was not a preacher, just a guy in a tie. I told her I would be available to testify if they needed me. Now ten or more people were witnesses and gave the police information at the scene, but at the arraignment there was me, the victim, who still had some severe damage to his head, and the Muslim man.
He plead guilty. I told the man next to me that God had some special reason for saving him that day. I hope he did something wondeful with the rest of his life.
I'll never forget that day, nor cease to thank God for His power and authority.
When I am getting whooped, I hope one of you is near by to stick up for me.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Happy belated ....
I need to introduce my sister, Laurel,
who just had a birthday.
we are as close as can be
and soaked in genuine family love
that transcends the years between us and our completely different lifestyles.
She is brilliant, has oodles of talent, writes great books and travels all over talking to teachers and school administrators.
So go see her picture and her web page. I recommend her books,
all available on Amazing dot comm. ( my huge indulgence)
hey sister, I love you!
I love elbonian proverbs too, lets see if I can make one up.
When life gives you plums
let them rot in the sun.
when life gives you goat manure
start a new religion
that is powered by pellets!
when you have no blog fodder
just lay some really weird stuff down,
because no one is reading this anyway......
Pray for Minerva!
who just had a birthday.
we are as close as can be
and soaked in genuine family love
that transcends the years between us and our completely different lifestyles.
She is brilliant, has oodles of talent, writes great books and travels all over talking to teachers and school administrators.
So go see her picture and her web page. I recommend her books,
all available on Amazing dot comm. ( my huge indulgence)
hey sister, I love you!
I love elbonian proverbs too, lets see if I can make one up.
When life gives you plums
let them rot in the sun.
when life gives you goat manure
start a new religion
that is powered by pellets!
when you have no blog fodder
just lay some really weird stuff down,
because no one is reading this anyway......
Pray for Minerva!
Vaccination bauble school
Help the dear children of Elbonia
This is their month off from working in the mudflats
and they need some fun activities, so we are asking you to help fund the
first vaccination bauble school for them, if you can.
It costs so little, since almost everything in Elbonia is made of dirt,
( you could say it was dirt cheap).
We have fun games planned, of course, and crafts.
Just this morning I was practicing the art/ homemaking unit,
"Making coffee filters from a paper towel and two staples".
I just know the children will love the sense of accomplishment as they turn a plain paper towel into a useful item for the teacher.
we need a roll of paper towels donated, as we already have a stapler.
If this goes well, we are making dust masks for each child to take with them, as the coming month of Urb is the only dry month in Elbonia and the mud turns into fine dust that the cyclonic winds drive into every place. for that we may need a packet of rubber bands, or some old underwear elastic.
At the end of the week, each child gets to choose a vaccination from the discard pile left by the World Health Organization when they evacuated in 1984. Its so fun to see their eyes light up as they select which disease they "may" be protecting themselves from. The only rules, are don't pick something your brother picks, and not the same as last years choice.
Enough for today, so much to do before the little rascals are knocking at the shabby door with their dirty hands. Oh the joy of working with youth!
This is their month off from working in the mudflats
and they need some fun activities, so we are asking you to help fund the
first vaccination bauble school for them, if you can.
It costs so little, since almost everything in Elbonia is made of dirt,
( you could say it was dirt cheap).
We have fun games planned, of course, and crafts.
Just this morning I was practicing the art/ homemaking unit,
"Making coffee filters from a paper towel and two staples".
I just know the children will love the sense of accomplishment as they turn a plain paper towel into a useful item for the teacher.
we need a roll of paper towels donated, as we already have a stapler.
If this goes well, we are making dust masks for each child to take with them, as the coming month of Urb is the only dry month in Elbonia and the mud turns into fine dust that the cyclonic winds drive into every place. for that we may need a packet of rubber bands, or some old underwear elastic.
At the end of the week, each child gets to choose a vaccination from the discard pile left by the World Health Organization when they evacuated in 1984. Its so fun to see their eyes light up as they select which disease they "may" be protecting themselves from. The only rules, are don't pick something your brother picks, and not the same as last years choice.
Enough for today, so much to do before the little rascals are knocking at the shabby door with their dirty hands. Oh the joy of working with youth!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
from the computer of son #2
Sunday evening
I REALLY need to get a move on this week.
Mom is better, so I need to get out of lazy mode,
and into high gear.
too many projects waiting,
and no helper ( miss you, Gary!)
and so little energy, even with all the vitamins and supplements.
sure it's hot
but I see plenty of other guys out there working.
Besides, If I work, and also split wood
I can lose some of this fat, and look a little better in my teeny bathing suit.
hahahahahah
Church was excellent today, God bless you pastor Gene!
I REALLY need to get a move on this week.
Mom is better, so I need to get out of lazy mode,
and into high gear.
too many projects waiting,
and no helper ( miss you, Gary!)
and so little energy, even with all the vitamins and supplements.
sure it's hot
but I see plenty of other guys out there working.
Besides, If I work, and also split wood
I can lose some of this fat, and look a little better in my teeny bathing suit.
hahahahahah
Church was excellent today, God bless you pastor Gene!
Friday, July 13, 2007
Friday night prayer meeting
hi
nice of you to visit
my computer died many months ago ( my fault)
the other at my house that I was using died this morning
so that makes posting a challenge.
Nothing at all like the challenges faced by Minerva,
my blog friend. Would you take two minutes to drop by and leave some TLC in her comments. then pray.
While we are rpaying for special people, mention Heather to our Father
and Jayleigh, who is at a special time in her life.
nice of you to visit
my computer died many months ago ( my fault)
the other at my house that I was using died this morning
so that makes posting a challenge.
Nothing at all like the challenges faced by Minerva,
my blog friend. Would you take two minutes to drop by and leave some TLC in her comments. then pray.
While we are rpaying for special people, mention Heather to our Father
and Jayleigh, who is at a special time in her life.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
side trip to a ficticious country
Today's Elbonian proverbs:
When the coffee bean is ready,
the hand will appear to pick it.
When the bean is perfectly roasted,
a sack will be provided.
When the sack is full of beans,
watch out ( hold your nose).
When the beans hit the grinder
the noise will wake the only non coffee drinker in the house.
The boiling of the water will take less time if there are no beans.
It will take longer if there is snow on the ground,
and will not happen at all if you did not pay the gas bill.
When the beans are ground just right,
and the water boils,
and the cup is clean,
there will be no filters.
Thank you to Scott Adams, for the place of Elbonia,
whose citizens make even our Senators look smart.
No small task.
Say no to Amnesty, say yes to a good strong fence.
Keep an eye out for Fred Thompson.
links today are to Wikipedia
and are brought to you by the number blue, the color seven, and the sound of an empty coffee cup ( waaaaahhh!)
When the coffee bean is ready,
the hand will appear to pick it.
When the bean is perfectly roasted,
a sack will be provided.
When the sack is full of beans,
watch out ( hold your nose).
When the beans hit the grinder
the noise will wake the only non coffee drinker in the house.
The boiling of the water will take less time if there are no beans.
It will take longer if there is snow on the ground,
and will not happen at all if you did not pay the gas bill.
When the beans are ground just right,
and the water boils,
and the cup is clean,
there will be no filters.
Thank you to Scott Adams, for the place of Elbonia,
whose citizens make even our Senators look smart.
No small task.
Say no to Amnesty, say yes to a good strong fence.
Keep an eye out for Fred Thompson.
links today are to Wikipedia
and are brought to you by the number blue, the color seven, and the sound of an empty coffee cup ( waaaaahhh!)
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Desiderata, part two:
"Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit."
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit."
the full text is found by clicking this link
I live with the opposite of these lines daily
and have come to appreciate this truth by
seeing how difficult life is when it is not observed.
isn't Vexatious a great word????
your thoughts, dear readers and friends?
do comment
Monday, July 09, 2007
Desiderata
who recalls these words:
from Max Ehrmann,
I think I will spend some time contemplating what may be useful to my walk, and do that right here, on Sugarloaf mountain.
"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons."
be on good terms with all persons."
from Max Ehrmann,
I think I will spend some time contemplating what may be useful to my walk, and do that right here, on Sugarloaf mountain.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Sunday- going to meet with the saints
off to worship,
will try to post something later about coffee beans
or butterflies
or back pain
i wonder which, or can I tie it all together?
Saturday, July 07, 2007
weekend mush
its been a long week.
I managed a few things
but missed out on many
opportunities, and the heat just knocked me flat a couple days.
but I did update my other blog
and the work blog too
and Great Minds before it goes completely silent.
take a read over there if you like
or there and there....
hehe
I managed a few things
but missed out on many
opportunities, and the heat just knocked me flat a couple days.
but I did update my other blog
and the work blog too
and Great Minds before it goes completely silent.
take a read over there if you like
or there and there....
hehe
Friday, July 06, 2007
it was a good time
Good food,cold drinks
huge explosions
reflected in our own lake
Hand held shot 1.6 seconds
I am a rock.... NoT!
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
bad joke
A thief in Paris planned to steal some
valuable paintings from the Louvre.
After careful planning, he got past
security, stole the paintings
and made it safely to his van.
However, he was captured only two blocks
away when his van ran out of gas.
When asked how he could mastermind
such a crime and then make such an
obvious error, he replied,
"Monsieur, that is the reason I stole the
paintings.
I had no Monet to buy Degas
to make the Van Gogh."
(and you thought I didn't have
De Gaulle to send this on to someone
else. Well, I figure I have
nothing Toulouse.)
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