Monthly Archives: March 2017
FEMINIST FRIDAY
What do you call a woman who is the first African woman to win the New York Marathon only five years after getting her first pair of sneakers? You call her Chametia (one who never gets annyoyed) or Tegla Loroupe. Here is her medal-worthy story.
From running star to champion for peace, the story of Tegla Loroupe
By Paul Osborne
Tegla Loroupe is a real life role model. From her exploits on the road to her incredible humanitarian work off it, the Kenyan is a true ambassador to her country, her sport and mankind as a whole.
Born in Kapsait village, the Lelan division of West Pokot District, Kenya, Loroupe grew up with 24 siblings. She spent her childhood working fields, tending cattle and looking after younger brothers and sisters.
It was at the age of seven, when Loroupe began attending school, that her running prowess became immediately apparent. Attending…
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The house at Gallant Woods
Hopefully, this photograph for
Thursday’s Doors will bring
you peaceful, “easy” feelings.
Referring to the Eagles
song, as well as how a
tranquil setting gives
us a sense of normalcy,
in our tumultuous life.
This was taken on an early
evening in “the golden hour.”
I love how the sun brightens
and reflects while accentuating
details of whatever comes
into its light pathway.
This old farmhouse is
located on the same property
as last week’s door feature.
The red historical barn was
on Gallant Woods Preserve.
Here’s our door’s leader
and rodeo extroadinaire,
Norm Frampton’s link:
http://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com
If I had room on my walls,
this photograph would
become enlarged and
be displayed on my wall. . .
Let me know if anything is
elicited from your beautiful mind!
Cats of the Internet
Letters to the Power Plant #91 — Days at Dell
After I left the power plant and went to work for Dell on August 20, 2001, I wrote letters back to my friends at the plant letting them know how things were going. This is the ninety first letter I wrote. Keep in mind that at the time when I originally penned this letter I didn’t intend on it being posted online.
1/6/04 – Days at Dell
Dear Sooner Plantians and friends from up north,
A couple of weeks ago when I sent my last e-mail to you, I received back a notice that Gene Day’s e-mail address was no longer valid. I thought that was rather strange, because I know Gene couldn’t have retired or anything. After all, he was so old and had been around so long that he didn’t really work there anyway, did he? I mean, wasn’t he just sort of a “plant mascot”? — I’m…
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Day’s End
Sunset
beaming
while eating
my dinner in car.
You just take
Buttermilk Hill Road
which leads to
Gallant Woods Park.
Breathtaking sight!
(Psst! Do you see
the luminous
turquoise moon
shimmering
behind heavy,
dark gray clouds?)
🎂 💐
Happy #37 Birthday,
dear Carrie Marie!
Like The Second Avenue Subway? Remember The 3rd Avenue “El”
Forget the Second Avenue subway—we’re obsessed with this elevated train on Third Avenue. In a new exhibit at the New York Transit Museum, there are vintage photos of the train from 1955, the year it closed. The photographer was Sid Kaplan, who was only 17 years old when he got these shots.
The aboveground railroad in Manhattan was like a High Line of the East Side and one of the four lines in Manhattan in the late 1800s. It eventually ran from the South Ferry terminal up to 113rd Street. The northern Bronx stations remained in service until 1973, but the rest of the railroad was demolished soon after its 1955 closure. Forget the Second Avenue subway—we’re obsessed with this elevated train on Third Avenue. The photographer was Sid Kaplan, who was only 17 years old when he got these shots.
Feature image is East Village near Cooper Union
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Pinky the Cat’s First Blog Post
This is me looking debonair. I’m a boy cat. I don’t know why they named me Pinky.
Pinky the Cat here.
E*en though I’m a cat, I’m a big fan of Danny the Dog who blogs down in Florida on Andrew’s boat. If a dog can blog, why not a cat, right? Cat’s Rule! (I said that just because Danny thinks that dog’s rule.)
I’d almost gi*en up on blogging, and then this morning, I got my chance. This is my first post, and I need to type fast. My human, Diana, usually hogs the laptop, and I miss out on telling the world about my ad*entures. She’s not ha*ing a good day, so this is my chance.
Where is she? What happened to her? Well, that’s an interesting story.
As you might imagine, I am her greatest inspiration and most conscientious writing partner. While her muse is out gala*anting in the forest…
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Not everyday is a good day, live anyway. Not all you love will love back, love anyway. Not everyone will tell the truth, be honest anyway…&..Hergün iyi bir gün değildir ama yine de yaşayın. Sevdiğiniz herkes sizi sevmeyecek ama siz yine de sevin. Herkes size karşı dürüst olmayacak ama siz yine dürüst olun.
The Paradoxical Commandments
People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.
People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.
People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best…
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Canny cat
On my arrival home from California a few weeks ago Moon was nowhere to be found. Which was not a worry as he is a stray and an intact male and they do tend to wander. He had arrived out of the fields at Christmas time and had been visiting with my barn cats on and off since.
Before I left for California a few weeks ago I booked That Cat, my big ginger Tomcat, in to be neutured, so I also booked Moon in as well. Moon is a mature and quite smelly Tom with all the noise a male cat makes.
So, of course, he disappeared until the morning after his appointment date. And now here he is.
I had told Our John that I had booked him in then cancelled him because we had not seen him for a few weeks (thinking what a typical and funny story) and…
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Crazy Pasta Child 