Today is a day for remembering all those who died in service to our country, those who gave their all in purchase of our freedom.
A veteran – whether active duty, retired, National Guard or Reserve is someone who, at one point in his/her life, wrote a blank check made payable to “The United States of America,” for an amount of “up to and including my life.”
Thank every soldier, sailor, airman, or other service personnel you see today and every day for their service.
TTYL,
Linda
Sitting at my desk yesterday I heard the snowplows scraping across the asphalt in our parking lot.
Wait!
Snowplows?!
In May?
So I went to the window to check and, yup, the front end loaders they use to remove snow here were scraping away.
Collecting scraps of sod from a landscaping project and dumping them into a trailer to be hauled away.
Sorry about the lousy photo. That’s what happens when you are trying to take a quick one through a window screen before they finish the work.
At least it wasn’t snow they were scraping up.
TTYL,
Linda
I read that word, decoct, recently and had no idea what it meant. So I looked it up. It means to boil away the excess to get down to the essence of something.
That’s what Lego kits seem to do now. With just a few bricks they make you see something complicated. Your mind does its best to make sense of those few things with what I consider remarkable results.
A few days ago I got they urge to make something from scratch with the the odds and ends of Lego bricks from my latest constructions. I decided to make a diner.
We’ve all been to diners, right? We know what they look like. But figuring out how to get the most detail from the fewest bricks was a challenge I enjoyed.
On the left we have two barstools at the counter, the cook at the stove and sink with upper and lower cabinets and a clock above his head to tell him when to switch from the breakfast to the lunch menu, mugs hanging on the wall by the coffee maker, and the trash bin by the door as the server brings out a sandwich passing by the cash register and condiments on her way.
Not as much detail on the right but we do have a couple booths for customers who prefer not to sit at the counter.
How do you think I did? Did I get the essence of a diner with just a few bricks?
TTYL,
Linda
My dad, age 94, passed away from lung cancer last night. It was rapid and he was not in pain as of my phone conversation with him Sunday. I wish he hadn’t led me to believe it would be longer than that. My oldest brother made it home in time to say goodby but I was waiting for an update from my brother to help us decide when to go.
Maybe we’ll hand out links at Dad’s memorial service next week.
TTYL,
Linda
The other night I had another one of those detailed dreams I sometimes have.
In this one, I was attending a funeral of a man named Sam.
I have no idea who Sam was.
The important part of this funeral was that each attendee was handed one link from a chain as we arrived.
During the service we were encouraged to put that link in our pocket or somewhere we would run across it occasionally. Then we were told, “As you go through your day, and however many days you decide to do this, every time you come in touch with that link, please, think about your link to Sam and your link to one another.”
The message I got from this dream is that we are all linked together. And we are better for it.
You could, you know, put a link in your own pocket to help you remember this.
TTYL,
Linda
