"A person should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful that God has implanted in the human soul." - Goethe
It's been a long Monday, unremarkable at best, though there was a flurry of activity in the office until around noon. But Mondays are like that. Managed to put out the weekend fires, updated my Franklin Planner, weasled my way out of dinner with the county commissioners Thursday night, and made my appointment for an ultrasound per doctor's orders.
The puppy decided to transform the den into a playground around 1 o'clock this morning, ripping and tearing into anything and everything with an abundance of energy that boggles the mind. Needless to say, we managed very little sleep, and Scott had to get up and keep her company until she ran out of steam. I sure hope his plan to keep her awake all day today will guarantee that she'll sleep throughout the night. I just don't function well without my sleep.
Mother Nature smiled sunshine and the temperatures warmed. The little dab of snow that was still on our front porch step vanished by mid-morning, and we spotted a bird's nest high atop a tree in the front yard.
"I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific." --Lily Tomlin
"I have a huge, active imagination, [and] I think I'm really scared of being alone; because if I'm left to my own devices, I'll just turn into a madwoman." --Claire Danes
"I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments." --Jim Morrison
93 year old Gertrude Janeway, the last recognized widow of a Civil War Union soldier, died in her three-room log cabin in Blaine, Tennessee, this weekend where she'd lived most of her life. Only one other surviving Civil War widow is still living - Alberta Martin of Elba, Alabama. Gertrude married her husband, John Janeway, at the tender age of 18. John was 81. They met when she was 16 years old, and courted for three years before marrying in 1927. The wedding took place in the middle of a dirt road with family and friends gathered around them. This was the first photograph Gertrude ever had made of herself. Notice her feet didn't even touch the floor. Several articles have been written about Gertrude and John's remarkable love story. A fascinating piece of American history....
Ok, so we lost. There's always next year, right? So I'll pack up my pom poms, put away the uniform and hope like hell it still fits a year from now. Thanks for the memories, Titans. You did us proud! 4:20:34 PM
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