Thanks for the prayers and the hug (and the drink). You're demonstrating the best of our strength here, the caring we have for each other. Thank you very much.
Sleep for this lady will be elusive tonight. I'll take a comfortable seat be the fire.
Are there any Solitaire players in the house. My Grandfather taught me to play when I was just a little thing. I've carried on the habit of carrying my card deck with me always.
That makes a lot of sense to me. It rings very true. I'm not sure that, for all my talk about it's importance, knowing the Truth might not be a great shock, a pain. Meeting truth and complete reality can't be done comfortably and with joy by anyone other than children and saints.
One's life would be changed, one's idea of reality would be changed. It would be worse than the film Matrix because even the matrix might be false. The matrix is just a different reality replacing the one we know.
But to be immersed in the true and final reality behind everything that ever existed or would exist? No wonder Pilate walked. The question I ask myself is, would I have turned away with him?
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2014 2:59:56 GMT -6 by Charles1952
Charles,,, I have my work done and running around done in the back,,, I'd like to sat how Sorry I am to hear of your lose. That is very Sad, So Sad,,, I would like to know How Mother Charles is and your Daughter?
Your Family is part of us here I think. We enjoyed the pictures so Very Much.
OK, Breakfast has hit the warming plates, it's a Waffle, Pancake, Steak & Eggs with a Very Special Vegetarian Omelet. Hash Browns or Grilled Potatoes, your choices of Butters to include Garlic Butter and Eight (8) different Organic Syrups and Sea Salt and Ground Pepper of-course..
Drinks, Coffee's, tea's, Mineral Water's, Milk & Goats Milk, (milks Organic) anything you could ask for we have to drink,,,,,,,Beer, warm Wine and Apple Cider.
Charles,,,, Yes your Blonde is awake and waiting to Serve You,,,, she missed you last night ,,,,.
The Table will be Replenished with fresh Hot Food as need or as asked for until 11:AM Pacific Standard Time to serve all our guest.
It was a very rough night for me. I heard Charles was looking for me, and when I say him he had a very skimpy French maid's outfit in his hand. I hid behind the bar, where the Kahlua and Malibu Rum was. When I awoke this morning, all I found were empty bottles.....
It wasn't me! I'll have some coffee and aspirin,please. And turn that jukebox DOWN!!
Post by Charles1952 on Nov 14, 2014 11:55:34 GMT -6
@guohua,
Anything left over for breakfast? I'll take it, if it isn't organic. That organic stuff scares me. And perhaps a little hot sauce, if you don't mind?
You may suggest to the blonde that she get some rest. Last night she might have been what I was looking for, but I got through the night and I have a day to deal with. Maybe, if you have an idea about someone a little more flamboyant? A red head, perhaps?
For some odd reason you have an interest in my family and me. There were a couple of other pictures taken at dad's party, I hope you don't mind if I show them.
In this one, my mom is hugging a man. He and his wife have been family friends for fifty years.
In this picture, notice the spaghetti. My dad's mom would have been upset if anyone failed to have three plates of that size (at least). So, I did. As an aside, if it was a Christmas dinner with family in Winnipeg, my grandmother would have the table cleared of that "appetizer," then bring out the meat course, followed by the salad and desert. If your plate wasn't sufficiently filled often enough, you'd hear "An empty bag can't stand up." Or, if she was feeling lest kindly, something that meant (after you filtered out the Italian accent) "What's the matter with you. Are you sick? Don't you like my cooking?"
Only the most naïve, or reckless, would offer the opinion that they'd had had enough.
One of the worst sins I've ever committed, and I still regret it, occurred when I was about 17. My cousin (about 23) and I agreed to eat spaghetti until we finished the platter, even if it made us sick. We did, then turned to Grandma and asked, "Don't you have any more?"
You might not understand the cruelty and thoughtlessness behind that simple question, but remember, she had steered her family through the Depression. Making sure her family had enough to eat was at the very core of her existence. We were basically (although unknowingly) questioning her worth as a person. That was one of the many experiences which made me aware of the power and the danger of words.
The fellow in this picture is a widower living in the same condo building as my mom. He is her social companion, they talk (And oh, how he can talk. Not excellently, but abundantly.) They go out to dinner on occasion, watch a movie, the sorts of things which people enjoy doing. The family knows that mom is still wedded to dad and nothing will ever come of it, indeed, she has rejected the idea herself.
So that's where you were. I'll check more carefully next time. For now, however, you're safe, but the headache is your own fault.
Well, what's our topic of the afternoon? Traditionally, in taverns, it's sports and politics, but we are not traditional. Besides, my knowledge of, and opinions about, sports are woefully inadequate.
For an overall sport, Australian rugby is tops on my list (although, I'm still not sure what it's correct name is). For teams, I like the Green Bay Packers (Truly, America's Team) and the Mexican football (or soccer) team Atlas (because I saw one of their games and bought their jersey in Guadalajara 45 years ago). For entirely irrational reasons, I like the Cleveland Indians.
A team I do not like is the Minnesota Vikings. I can't think of another team who has lost as many championship games without a single win. I don't care about their season, they're either bad and embarrass all year, or they're good and they lose in the playoffs. There is no other choice.
For individual players, it's "Gump" Worsley, head and shoulders above everyone.
Please notice that I am not saying that these are the "best," only that they are my favorites.
If we're going to talk sports, I'm going to go home and go back to bed.
Men chasing balls makes no sense to me....
No kidding, it doesn't make any sense to me either though I think that back in the mists of time as a young turk I may have followed the Sonics and Seahawks a bit. Seemed like every time I watched the Seahawks they lost though so I finally gave up watching.
That was back when dinosaurs roamed the lands and Madonna was actually cute. :)
Hernando's Hideaway Plank Owner
If the lessons of history teach us anything it is that nobody learns the lessons that history teaches us. —Anon
What, you want we should chase bricks? (I'm not sure what accent that is, put in your choice.) Pick any one of my favorites and I'll try to explain. I don't care about an individual game or statistics, or any of the things commonly discussed. I'm talking about the symbolism, the triumph of an individual over circumstances, the epic story of hope and courage.
Or, we can talk about why men have 1 or 2 wallets, and women have 1 or two dozen purses. Or how a man can look at a newborn and spend three seconds saying "Cute kid," and the subject is exhausted, while a woman will use those three seconds drawing a breath for the start of the hour long conversation on the subject.
I'm not saying one is better than the other, just that they're different and it never hurts to try to understand each other.
Besides, I'm a boy and boys are always right, Nyah-nyah on you. (rofl)
Charles1952, Those are Great pictures, it's nice to have a Family so close and one you can visit and sit down and eat with and talk face to face and Hug. You're a lucky man in many ways. Yes, I like the pictures and that Companion of your Mothers,,, look at his eyes, he can not be trusted, just my humble opinion.
Very Nice, Really, you Must Tell Your Mother Hello for all of US Here!
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