June,
Movement Afoot...

Life is one big joke on you, so keep on laughing.



I'M OUT OF ESTROGEN And I HAVE A GUN

Today, June 1st, Jay and I went to the Everett Parks Department's Aboretum (at the north end of town) to see what was blooming. It is a nice spot, the second time the two of us have been there together. The first time we went there were two eagles soaring up in the sky above us. Today a couple of ladies were sitting on a bench and pointed to a tall pine tree, telling us that there were two eagles up there that the crows were bothering. Sure enough, two beautiful specimens, and what looked like a large nest.

We both enjoy plants and watching the world bloom once again. We recently went to a plant sale and bought about 25 perennials between the two of us- taking us two weekends to get them planted. And there is another plant sale this coming weekend- it is a riot of color in front of the house...

Both pictures are from the arboretum's web site and if you click on either of them they will take you there... :)

To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower; hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.- William Blake

Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment.

Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.

Nothing.

She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster.

No good.

Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,"! he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone.

"He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He Stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money".

How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.

"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the Money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents-the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery.

The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents ...... plus the faith of a little child.

For a long time it seemed that my life was about to begin- real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid... then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."- Alfed D. Souza

I am very busy with moving and stuff now that my folks' and sister's visit and the graduation are over...

So I will suffice for now with a link to an amusement... HOT TOWEL ANYONE??

CLICK ME FOR INTERESTING THING... (It does NOT work on Netscape!!)

Where has she gone, that masked woman? She continues to lurk- busy and preoccupied.


Adventure is worthwhile in itself.- Amelia Earhart

A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life to be thankful for a good one.- Mae West

Growth demands a temporary surrender of security.- Gail Sheehy

To love another person is to see the face of God.- Victor Hugo


Only The Shadow... knows. For sure.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."



You can't take it with you???

I LIKE THE POETRY OF WALT WHITMAN...

He likes to put...(yes, the three dots...) in his work, just like I do...

The picture at left is when he was younger, the picture at right is Walt Whitman in 1887 (Photograph by George C. Cox, New York). He lived from 1819 to 1892. Clicking on the left picture will take you to a poetry site about him.

If you click on the name Walt Whitman that is underlined, it will take you to a page that I have put some of his poetry on and will be adding to as I go along... :)

(Last added to 5/22/03) WALT WHITMAN

CLICK for ongoing writings/quotes from JUDITH VIORST'S book: Necessary Losses

(Last Added to 02/17/03...)

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Comments received from responding humans and my responses can be accessed by clicking on the picture of the chimp at left;

My dear old friend Ken, AKA: Grappler, was the originator of the idea for this...

Music: Click on the Licking Lips Featuring: Tom Waits, "Hold On" Page Created June 2003

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