Hop on my random train of thought. See if you can follow the tracks (they might be moose tracks). The image above is of a few tasty things I had for lunch.
We went out to Baskin-Robbins for ice cream. It’s fun to look at all the flavors. I always get a chocolate one and then another one that’s different. I carefully tell the clerk the chocolate one first so that it will be on the bottom and that will be what I finish with, the “saving the best to last thing”. I keep an eye on them anyway – sometimes they do things backwards. There were “only” 24 flavors. I don’t know if creativity has waned or if they do less in the winter. I remember when a Baskin-Robbins first opened where we lived. I was younger than 12, something like 8 or 9. My parents pondered wonderingly, “31 flavors? Do you think that is possible?” This was so way beyond van-choc-straw or neopolitan if you want the intelligentsia term.
I settled for Rocky Road and Egg Nog, in a waffle cone. In this town, Baskin-Robbins and Dunkin’ Donuts are in the same store. Could be a double whammy, but I was quite content with my ice cream, so I feasted on the donuts only with my eyes.
My mother said her cereal tastes like cardboard. My father (who is in a home) said the ground meat has no taste.
I bought a translation-paraphrase of the New Testament called “The Message” and started reading it – it has me giggling at times. This verse didn’t make me laugh but opened an image:
“Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of the earth. If you lose your saltiness, how will people taste godliness? You’ve lost your usefulness and will end up in the garbage.” Matthew 5:13
I was then reminded of:
“I have not two tastes. (It is) the fish nerve (that God puts) in my mouth; the griddle cake is left (to the hanged) men.” The Revelation of Ares XXX/16 The note remarks the difference between the bland flavor of allegedly holy bread and fresh fish.
There is something wrong if life has no taste. It should be vibrant, joyous, shake us up a bit, wake us from slumber.
The movie we saw was August Rush and I highly recommend it. It is rated PG so everybody can go see it without fear.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh! It happened to me! We went to the movies and the cashier gave me the senior discount without me asking for it nor asking me my age. I read an article where that had happened to a woman and she didn’t know whether to be insulted that the person thought she was that old or to rejoice at the money saved. Those were my feelings also. My brother-in-law thought it was unfair because he is older than me and didn’t get the discount. Hmmmm – might be the silver hair.
“To God belong the secrets of the heavens and the earth,
and the Hour of Doom is a matter of the winking of an eye, even less,
for God has certainly power over all things.
God produced you from your mothers’ wombs knowing nothing,
but gave you ears and eyes and hearts so that you may be grateful.
Do you not see the birds held high between the heavens and the earth?
Nothing holds them (aloft) but God.
There are verily signs in this for those who believe.
God has given you homes to live in,
and tents (made) from the hides of cattle convenient for days of traveling and halting;
and from their wool and fur and hair you make domestic articles and goods that last a certain time.
God has given you of things created, shade, and places of shelter in the mountains,
and clothes for protection against the heat,
and coats (of mail) for defence during war.
He thus bestows His favours on you so that you may be grateful to Him.
If they still turn away, your duty is to warn them in clear terms.
They do know the favours of God, and yet they deny them,
for most of them are not grateful.”
Al Qur’an 16:77-83
It has several special features so as to do an all-around good job.
This is the last update for awhile as I will be taking the camera with me, but not the amaryllis.
There is a third shoot appearing that you may be able to see if you look at the larger version of the photo.
It’s still me, I just put some shoes on and did a custom theme.
The photo in the background is one I took yesterday down by the river. I saw a roe deer but the camera said “change my batteries”. By the time I did, the deer had gone.
Sunday we will be giving a concert with our choir ; we have been instructed to dress all in black with a touch of colour. Above is my touch of colour almost finished, just some fun yarn I bought on a whim, worked into a squiggle with a hairpin lace fork.
Staring into my cup of tea at breakfast, I noticed what seemed to be three bubbles going round and round, a big one, a middle one and a little one. The whole group was spinning in the middle of the cup with the middle one circling the big one. The little one seemed to remain at the bottom of the big one but latching onto the middle one when it approached and hanging on a bit before letting go. Inertia and centrifuge, after a while all slowed and the big one moved in larger circles. I realized the little one was not a bubble but a reflection of light. Then POOF! No more big bubble. I decided to drink my tea before it got cold. Some speak disparagingly of a tempest in a teacup, but I see elements of the universe in mine. Suns and stars go poof, while the Creator is making new ones.
“(The day) the sun (is scattered like) feathers of pavo
I (still) run (and meantime) I make a thousand (new) suns.”
The Revelation of Arès XXII/12
I did the research and the math. For the calories I burned on the track machine I could have had 3/4 of a plain doughnut or (not and) 2/5 of a cream-filled doughnut.