June 30 – Burying people.

Burying people.
Used to this? Even the
people with no names.

Whenever I hear people at church complain about parking, I respond, “There are a lot of churches who wish they had a parking problem.”

 A cross marks a handmade memorial on the banks of the Rio Grande, where many migrants have lost their lives while trying to cross. Photograph: Rebecca Blackwell/AP

So far, this American Experiment, thus far so nobly advance, has succeeded.

Maybe beyond the founding father wildest dreams.

As proof I offer the extent to which people will try to get here.

Regardless of which side of the immigration argument, isn’t the reason people want to be here common ground?

Is not the United States of America the greatest country in the world.

And if so, aren’t we better than this?

When I read Luke 12:48, From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded, I think of Thomas Jefferson’s, “Indeed I tremble for my country when reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep for ever.

Hearts have to be hard to become used to burying the “The desconocidos (unknowns) under the mounds of soil dampened by recent rains in the Piedras Negras graveyard were buried in a cardboard or thin plywood coffin with no markings and, despite Mexico’s deep religiosity, no ceremony of any kind.”

From: People with no names’ :the drowned migrants buried in pauper’s graves
Patrick Timmons in Piedras Negras

June 29 – Pay No Attention

Pay No Attention
To Man Behind the Curtain
Better Not to Know

In her charming article, The Wizard of Oz at 80: how the world fell under its dark spell, Luzia Sauma writes, ”  Joel Coen once said: “Every movie ever made is an attempt to remake The Wizard of Oz.” In his 1992 essay about Fleming’s film, Salman Rushdie describes it as his “very first literary influence”. It was one of Derek Jarman’s favourite movies, and among the first he ever saw. (This is the key to its influence: the fact that everyone watches it in childhood. It seeps into your unconscious and stays there.)”

Watching it as a kid most likely is the reason NO MOVIE CHARACTERS will ever be as scare the living daylights, keep me awake at night and out of dark rooms than those flying monkeys

Sauma goes on, ” In all of western cinema, is there a more recognisable image than Dorothy in her blue gingham dress, arm in arm with the Scarecrow, the Lion and the Tin Man, skipping down the yellow brick road to the Emerald City, so that the Wizard can fulfil their dreams? It’s somehow cheering that this chaotic, surreal musical about a teenage girl, her dog and her three weird friends running away from a witch, searching for a wizard, and trying to become their best selves is so influential. “

I am searching to fulfill dreams.

Maybe my dream list is shorter now.

Maybe my searching efforts are somewhat less energetic.

For sure my belief in God is stronger and rock solid as to my extended future. Not faith for me, but fact.

But I still have dreams.

And the search goes on.

It’s easier if you don’t look at the man behind the curtain.

June 28 – By seeing farther

By seeing farther
look into the mind’s beauty
but measure by deeds

I think this sounds good but maybe too forced from the original.

The point I was searching for was along the line of Actions Speak Louder than Words.

Adapted from: SONNET 69 by William Shakespeare

Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend.
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Utt’ring bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned,
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds.
But why thy odor matcheth not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.

June 27 – fine, fresh, good morning

fine, fresh, good morning
unicorn in the garden?
No, but I looked

The Unicorn in the Garden

Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his
scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in
the garden.

The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her.

“There’s a unicorn in the garden,” he said. “Eating roses.”

She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him.

“The unicorn is a mythical beast,” she said, and turned her back on him.

The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden.

The unicorn was still there; he was now browsing among the tulips.

“Here, unicorn,” said the man and pulled up a lily and gave it to him.

The unicorn ate it gravely.

With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again.

“The unicorn,” he said, “ate a lily.” His wife sat up in bed and looked at him, coldly.

“You are a booby,” she said, “and I am going to have you put in a booby-hatch.”

The man, who never liked the words “booby” and “booby-hatch,” and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment.

“We’ll see about that,” he said.

He walked over to the door.

“He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead, “he told her.

Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat among the roses and went to sleep.

And as soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could.

She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye.

She telephoned the police and she telephoned the psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and
bring a strait-jacket.

Then the police and the psychiatrist looked at her with great interest.

“My husband,” she said, “saw a unicorn this morning.”

The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police.

“He told me it ate a lily,” she said.

The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist.

“He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead,” she said.

At a solemn signal from the signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife.

They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally
subdued her.

Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.

“Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?” asked the police.

“Of course not,” said the husband. “The unicorn is a mythical beast.”

“That’s all I wanted to know,” said the psychiatrist.

“Take her away. I’m sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay bird.”

So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution.

The husband lived happily ever after.

Moral: Don’t count your boobies until they are hatched.

James Thurber in Fables for Our Time and Famous Poems Illustrated (Harper and Brothers, 1940).

June 26 – footsteps up the stairs

footsteps up the stairs
ache in head starts, builds slowly

It started yesterday as a dull point of aching near the top of head.

Hoping I could fight it off, I took some advil.

As usual it had no impact and the dull point of ache slowly expanded to take in more and more of my head.

When I went to bed I knew today would not be a fun day.

It’s isn’t disabling.

Just nagging.

Just there.

I have done profiling, writing journal and recording foods, events and thoughts trying to figure out what triggers these things.

There seems to be no pattern, no rhyme and no reason.

And they usually cannot be stopped.

When I feel that first pulse or throb or echo in my head, I know that anywhere for the next 12 to 36 to 48 hours I will be walking around with one boot off so to speak.

When my sister was in Med School, she explained to me once how it had to do with the capillaries in my brain. She was talking mostly about the use of caffine and how it caused the capillaries to constrict and when you didn’t get the caffine you were used to, the capillaries not only failed to constrict, but actually swelled up a tiny bit in your brain which caused the ache.

Or was it the other way around?

It is these tiny, tiny capillaries that caused the ache.

Of that, I have no doubt.

Through creative visualization, I can see them swelling in my brain, pushing on the nerves.

Not much, mind you.

But enough and slowly, slowly increasing.

How can something so small hurt so big.

I am reminded how much a sliver in my finger hurts.

When the sliver is out, I find it difficult to believe that that tiny piece of wood could have hurt so big.

June 25 – Traffic, like weather

Traffic, like weather,
everyone talks about it
no one does nothing

Past Spaghetti Junction, the GDOT Alert Signs warned 4 lanes blocked due to a car fire on I85 at GA400.

I85 at GA400 is also the location of my exit.

It wasn’t the best of times but it wasn’t the worst of times.

I was able to negotiate (great way to explain driving in Atlanta – you don’t drive as much as you negotiate) my way to my exit.

The last half mile took 6 minutes at 5 miles per hour.

But I got here.

From my office window I can see the traffic still stopped and hear the helicopters overhead.

Brings the joke to mind, “If you put all the cars in the world end to end what would you have?”



“Traffic Engineers can’t fix traffic, but they can spread it out over a larger area.”

June 24 – Runaway truck ramps

Runaway truck ramps!
See them on mountain highways.
Why not daily life?

You see these in the mountains.

The last place you want to be is between one and a runaway truck.

Until I looked them up online, I didn’t realize there were 4 major types:

Arrester bed: a gravel-filled ramp adjacent to the road that uses rolling resistance to stop the vehicle. The required length of the bed depends on the mass and speed of the vehicle, the grade of the arrester bed, and the rolling resistance provided by the gravel.

Gravity escape ramp: a long, upwardly inclined path parallel to the road. Substantial length is required. Control can be difficult for the driver; problems include rollback after the vehicle stops.

Sand pile escape ramp: a short length of loosely piled sand. Problems include sudden, forceful deceleration; sand being affected by weather conditions (moisture and freezing); and vehicles vaulting and/or overturning after contacting the sand pile.

Mechanical-arrestor escape ramp: a proprietary system of stainless-steel nets transversely spanning a paved ramp to engage and retard a runaway vehicle. Ramps of this type are typically shorter than gravity ramps, and can work even on a downhill grade. These systems tend to be costly, but may save expensive real estate in crowded areas, and prevent even more costly crashes.

The purpose of the ramp is the same regardless of design and that is that the ramp allows a moving vehicle’s kinetic energy to be dissipated gradually in a controlled and relatively harmless way, helping the operator to stop it safely without a violent crash.

Sounds like just the thing for every day life.

Maybe there is an app for that or maybe I should design one.

June 23 – seeing on the field

seeing on the field
pull the rope same direction
It’s no accident

University of Michigan’s Head Baseball Coach, Erik Bakich said about the current Michigan team heading into the College World Series, “What you’re seeing on the field is guys who are genuinely enjoying each other and genuinely enjoying supporting each other and pulling the rope in the same direction,” Bakich said. “It’s no accident.”

June 21 – good day good enough

good day good enough
to make up for the bad days
ebb and flow continues

Summer Solstice – 2019

Google ebb and flow and you can get the response, “a recurrent or rhythmical pattern of coming and going or decline and regrowth.”

My day can change like the weather, with the weather.

A sunny day can make all the difference.

Maybe spending the first 50 years of my live in the Great Lakes State, where the great lakes create a climate that produces 290 cloudy days every year has something to do with it.

Of course, nothing can make my day better, faster, than to see what any of the grand kidz are up to.

Jaxon … caught in the act and learning to climb to what ever he wants!!

Today is the longest day and sunny is forecast.

Cheers for a long, good day.