Just a reminder, don’t touch that dial. Stay tuned… don’t touch it.
I’m not joking.
Cady loves her ball. She thinks about her ball, night and day. Day and night.
Cady lives in Yellow Springs, Ohio. I like to go visit her, and we like to play ball with one another. After, we sit down and enjoy a Pupperoni together. I wonder if Pupperoni’s are safe for humans? Probably better than the common hot dog, don’t you think? Well….. the fact of the matter is, they are quite tasty.
But I digress. Here she is, Border Collie brain and all……Cady, and her ball.
poison ivy
noun
a North American climbing plant of the cashew family that secretes an irritant oil from its leaves, which can cause dermatitis.
misery |ˈmiz(ə)rē|
noun ( pl. -eries)
a state or feeling of great distress or discomfort of mind or body
Well, I gotta’ say. These two words are interchangeable in my book. I weed whacked one of our gullies about 6 days ago. Got the weed, I did. And ever since, I’ve had the poison too. Oh my goodness. I have been just about physically sick with this body rash. Okay, maybe tomorrow I’ll be on the upswing. Until then, I am going to skulk off to some corner and itch my butt off. Literally.
On this day, July 29th, in the year 1890, artist extraordinaire, Vincent van Gogh died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound in Auvers, France, at the age of 37. It was a Tuesday.
(and more on it….On 27 July 1890, aged 37, he walked into a field and shot himself in the chest with a revolver. He survived the impact, but not realizing that his injuries were to be fatal, he walked back to the Ravoux Inn. He died there two days later. Theo rushed to be at his side. Theo reported his brother’s last words as “La tristesse durera toujours” (the sadness will last forever). )
I love his work.
The Sun is only one of over 100 billion stars. In ancient times, the people believed the Sun was a burning ball of fire created by the gods. The Sun is personified in many mythologies: the Greeks called it Helios and the Romans called it Sol.
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…