Good Tuesday morning from the deep freeze of the Midwest. I mean really, why do we have to deal with this so soon. And my furnace is not working, ughhhh. I already had the furnace guy out here last week when the cold first started and he couldn’t find anything wrong with it. It’s one of those things that it always seems to be fine when he’s here and then when he leaves it stops working and he thinks I’m crazy !!! No I’m not crazy, just really cold.
I want to show you what the Artist has been up to. About a month ago we were invited to a gallery to hang some of his paintings. I put the link to the gallery below. Also that is one of his paintings hanging in the gallery. I also will post some of the pictures I took at the gallery when we attended an open house…
The picture below was painted by the daugher of Eric Soderholm who was on the Chicago White Sox. He was the 3rd baseman, Number 12 on the 70’s “Southside Hitmen !!” It is a really great painting. I think that’s her mom too, Mrs. Illinois . That’s the owner of the gallery on the right .
We had a great evening with all of the artist’s. Our family is a part of that very special community. Below is one of the new painting’s that the artist is working on.
Happy Tuesday…Stay warm
Disclaimer: This is a NaNoWriMo attempt where quantity trumps quality. This will also be a long piece, so if you’re looking for a quick read, I recommend checking out a different category like Short Stories.
~Chapter 12 A Trip To Remember~
The guild hall they plan to visit is a twenty minute drive away. She spends the journey looking out the window of the car to watch the world pass by. Although she can’t remember the details, the streets feel familiar, and she can easily imagine herself walking down these streets in the past.
They drive past the busy streets to the outskirts where a three story building stands apart from the rest. The main door is unlocked, so they let themselves in.
The inside of the building is a chaotic mess. Many of the furniture are damaged or overturned, there are holes and deep slashes in the walls, and doors hang at an angle or lay shattered on the floor.
“What happened here? she asks as she steps carefully through the rubble. There is dust everywhere, and she can see clear streaks where people have walked before them. They are not the only ones to have visited the guild hall.
“That’s what we are here to find out,” Julia says. “Keep close to at least one of us at all times. We don’t want you to disappear as well.”
Corvus has already stepped into another room, so she decides to stick with Julia. As Julia does her investigating, Anastasia looks around, taking note of the differences between this guild hall and Shatterstrike’s.
Unlike Shatterstrike’s guild hall, where almost everything is packed neatly out of sight, this guild hall is filled to the brim with things, making it feel smaller, even though from the outside it looks around the same size as Shatterstrike’s guild hall. There are toys thrown about and board games and pieces scattered across the floor. The signs of young children in the guild?
“Is there a minimum age to join a guild?” she asks.
“There is no minimum age to join a guild, but we have an understanding that children under the age of twelve are not to be allowed at all on the hunting grounds, and should be heavily supervised until they at least turn fifteen. The hunting grounds are not safe for anyone who can’t take care of themselves.
“But sometimes, parents join a guild, and they often bring their children along with them. So the children can take care of the guild hall and each other while the adults are out hunting,” Julia says as she runs her fingers over a discarded stuffed rabbit on the floor.
Anastasia looks around the room. In her mind’s eye, she puts the furniture back into place. A cozy hall, filled with too many things from too many people. Everything has to be kept away after use, or there won’t be space for anyone to even move.
While adults talk about their day at the dining table, with tea and coffee or something stronger, the young adults try to play a game at the coffee table and protect their pieces from the curious younger children. Some sit along, immersed in their own activity but still sharing the same space with everyone else.
It’s a warm image, but reality is an empty building with not a soul left behind.
There is less carnage on the second and third floors. Most of the doors are closed, and each are uniquely marked with stickers, drawings, or even just a simple name. Some have notes and conversations left on the door.
Do not disturb. Or I will haunt you.
Games night sign ups
If anyone finds Gingy please return to Pam.
She smiles. This guild looks close. It’s a shame that they are missing.
Beside her, Julia releases a sigh. Anastasia turns to look at her curiously. Julia gives her a rueful smile.
“I can’t find anything up here. Let’s go downstairs and join Corvus. Maybe he found something.”
They head back downstairs, to where most of the damage is. Corvus is not at the bottom of the stairs, so they take a walk around to find him.
Outside one of the rooms that branch off from the main entrance hall, there is a deep gouge in the wall, deep enough that she can see the room inside through it.
She steps through the doorway over the shattered remains of a door.
More cracks and holes cover the walls and the floor. Everything inside is completely destroyed. Of all the rooms in the guild hall, this is the one that has sustained the most damage. Why?
A shadow looms over her.
She jumps and leaps backwards. Her hand pulls out her emph as she twists around.
It’s only Corvus.
She stares at him as she breathes heavily. Blood pounds in her ears to her frantic heartbeat. She consciously takes a deep breath, then releases it long and slow.
“For a big man, you always seem to come out of nowhere,” she says with a wry huff and sheaths her emph.
“Thank you,” Corvus simply says.
Julia walks in. “There you are.”
Belatedly, Anastasia realises that she had accidentally strayed away from Julia.
“Sorry. I got distracted,” she says.
“That’s alright. Did you find anything here?” Julia asks.
“No, I didn’t. Did you?” she asks.
“Nothing,” Corvus says. “It looks like they have been gone for a long time. I don’t know if anyone has been covering for this guild ever since they disappeared. We better check their hunting ground before we head back.”
Corvus turns to her.
“We are going to go to a hunting ground. It will be dangerous, so stay close, and do what we tell you to do. No questions asked. Understand?” Corvus says.
She nods. “Yes.”
Corvus raises his hand. “My fists know no defeat.”
Green light encases his arms with a pair of sturdy knuckles.
“Let’s go,” Corvus says.
She looks at Julia. The older woman easily reads the question on her mind.
“My emphatic weapon is always active,” Julia says and pats the pouch by her hip.
Together, they head behind the building. She keeps one hand on her emph, just in case.
The land behind the guild hall begins clear of both people and monsters. As they continue deeper into the hunting ground, more and more traces of activity appear. Footprints here, broken branches there, and from far away, a chilling cry.
They follow the tracks to monsters travelling alone and in groups. Corvus takes them all down, while Julia harvests the fallen bodies as they go.
“We might as well earn some money for our work,” Julia says.
It is her first time (that she can remember) on the hunting ground, and even though she doesn’t need to do anything with Corvus and Julia around, it is still very intimidating. She still keeps her hand on her emph, but she is not confident at all that she can make any difference if she ends up in a situation where she has to use it.
So, of course, she ends up in a situation where she has to use it.
While Corvus fights a group of monsters, another monster approaches them from behind. It meets her eye to eye. Its front paws flex against the ground and it rolls its body from its head down its shoulders and flank to its slim tail.
Heart pounding, she pulls her emph out and braces for battle.
The monster launches at her, claws outstretched. She dashes forward under its claws and thrusts her emph into the monster’s side. Her left hand pushes against the hilt and she throws her weight into the thrust.
The monster rolls and pulls itself off the blade. She barely dodges the follow up sweep its left claw as it rolls back on its feet.
Her body automatically shifts to present her left side to the monster. But she’s not holding a shield. She’s holding a knife. She quickly corrects herself, but the hasty correction leaves her off balance. When the monster lunges at her again, she lets herself drop and rolls out of the way.
Right foot first, she reminds herself when she gets back on her feet.
“Aim for the weak points,” Julia says. “Eyes, nose, ears, between the fingers.”
It is sound advice, but she already has her hands full trying not to get killed. Attacking at all is already a challenge when she has to keep fighting against her muscle memory to shield, let alone aim for a specific weak spot to hit. But she still tries, hoping that one good hit in the right spot will be all it takes to take it down.
Maybe she’s doing a good job at being a nuisance, because the monster steps back and begins to walk around her instead, keeping its distance, but eyes never straying away from them. She shifts continuously to put herself between the monster and Corvus and Julia. Her small emph feels woefully inadequate. She should be defending with a shield, not a tiny knife that’s smaller than her own arm.
Right? she thinks at her emph.
The emph does not respond.
Perhaps it is silly to expect an emph to talk back, but from what she has heard, they are meant to be a bonded pair. Surely that has to count for something?
Something changes in the monster. It stops its cautious stalk and shifts back into aggression. It closes the distance between them in one giant leap, claws first and teeth bared right behind.
The monster is too low for her to duck under like before, so she aims and digs her emph into the soft flesh in between the claws. The monster’s weight knocks her down on her back and drives her emph deeper into its flesh. The monster howls in pain and bites at her. She twists the knife free and slices its blade across the monster’s nuzzle. It distracts the monster long enough for her to twist free. At the last moment, before she pulls away from the monster completely, she stabs her emph into the monster’s flank and wrestles it back towards her before it can claw at Corvus’ open back.
She grits her teeth.
How she feels about her emph isn’t important. Whatever form it has now, that’s what she has. In some way or another, she needs to make it work, before the monster gets past her and hurts the one competent fighter among them.
She grabs the monster’s coarse fur with her left hand and latches onto the monster’s back. Her knees dig into the monster’s flank. With her emph, she stabs the monster, again and again. The monster bucks and turns, but she clings on with every available limb. Only her right hand moves as it continues to stab the monster.
But her grip, while strong at first, weakens with the monster’s frantic struggle, until her numb hand slips off the monster’s coarse fur. The rest of her follows soon after, and she tumbles to the ground.
The monster roars at her, but ultimately decides to go for Julia instead. The monster runs.
And so does she.
She tackles the monster from the side, throwing them both into a roll. She slashes wildly at any part of the monster she can reach. Grip, technique, drills, none of them matter. All the matters is to deal as much damage as possible to the monster.
One stab sinks deeper than her other attempts. The monster stiffens above her, then with a pained wheeze, it collapses on her. She pulls frantically at her emph so that she can use it to defend herself, but the emph remains stuck.
But that turns out to be fine, because the monster is dead.
Throwing her weight against the dead body, she manages to roll the dead monster off her onto its side. She plants a feet against its body, and now with better leverage, she is able to pull her emph free.
Her emph glows, and a tingling buzz runs down her arm. Before her eyes, the small knife changes into a round buckler as wide as her forearm is long. The purple crest moves to the face of the shield, but although the crest is larger, it remains obscured beyond recognition by the cracks that cover the surface.
She looks at the shield in exasperation.
So now you change.
The shield cheerfully says nothing.
~End Chapter 12~
Chapter word count: 2050
Total word count: 19476
Just to let you all know, we’ve decided to move the posts to Instagram. One reason is that it’s just more convenient for us to post on there, and also possibly and hopefully easier to reach more people.
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Today’s Art: ‘Mirakali #1’ & ‘Mirakali #2’by Michel Montecrossa‘
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I woke up today, got out of bed, donned my running gear and went for a run. I used to do this a lot when I was a kid, but these days it seems harder. There were a hundred excuses this morning, like every morning, as to why I shouldn’t run today, but I ignored them all.
I felt stiff and my back was sore – two of the aforementioned excuses now screaming ‘I told you so!’ as I struggled to find a rhythm – but I ran anyway. It was dark, cold and extremely muddy – November in Britain – but a mile in, around 7.15am, as I turned right to run up ‘the gallops’, the sun broke over the eastern horizon and in an instant washed away the greyness, bathing everything in a weak, but beautiful, sun streaked light. The sunrise changed everything, my mood lifted, the birds sang in appreciation and the world just felt like a much better place.
I now know why I ran today, it was precisely for that moment which I tried to capture on my phone. The image above is unfiltered and unprepped, a phone ‘photosnap’, nothing more. I’m sure a decent photographer could do much more with this image, but I love it just as it is. I don’t understand why I seem to have 5 sunspots underneath my sun, but I like it.
My running is far from perfect, as is my photography, but both felt just perfectly imperfect today.
Dunkin' Donuts Santa Monica Grand Opening
The councilman was opposed to the community garden project before doing an about-face this past week. I wonder what changed his mind.
Since it’s Veterans Day in the United States, I decided to look at another military term. This time, it’s a term that has been wide-scale civilian use. I first heard of the term in the military sense, but as of late, I hear it more often in civilian use.
In its original usage, an about-face means to take a 180° in a clockwise direction (or to one’s right). Usually, members of the military who are participating in a march on base or in a parade receive this order: “About, face!” The marchers respond to the command by touching the toe of their right foot to the ground about half the length of their foot to the rear and resting much of their weight on the heel of their left foot on the first count. The right toe needs to be slightly to the left of the left heel. On the second count, the soldier turns 180° to their right on their left heel and on the ball of their right foot, then stand at attention (“Facing”).
Nowadays, when someone uses the term “about-face” (which can be hyphenated or not), they are referring to someone who suddenly reverses their attitude, behavior, opinion, point of view, or position. The term otherwise refers to someone who quickly changes their direction.
The modern uses of “about-face” are somewhat of a metaphor. To literally do an about-face means to make a 180-degree turn. And just as someone who “does a 180” is changing their mind, so is someone who does an about-face.
Synonyms to about-face include “about turn:” (British), “backpedal,” and “turn around” (Various).
Wiktionary cited 1861. Dictionary.com and The Free Dictionary cited sources that said the term originated around 1860-1865. Merriam-Webster cited 1835. There is some disagreement there, but it’s safe to say that “about-face,” clearly an American term, arose in the 19th century.
I can think of two. When Tom Wheeler was the chairman of the Federal Communications Commission, he was clearly against net neutrality at first. He was a former cable industry lobbyist and he even laughed when a pro-net neutrality activist was carried out of an FCC meeting. However, in 2015, he created the Open Internet Order, which (temporarily) made net neutrality the law of the land — that is until a former Verizon lawyer and corporate shill named Ajit Pai circumvented any semblance of order or respect for public opinion and overturned those rules.
Another about-face I have seen involves the National Football league’s position on marijuana. One year, I was arguing about someone about how wise the league’s drug policy was on with respect to players facing suspensions if they used marijuana. (As part of the 2011 bargaining agreement, players who tested positive for marijuana would face suspensions, but the trade-off was that the league wouldn’t test for the human growth hormone.)
I thought that the anti-marijuana policy was a stupid rule, but the person I was arguing with thought that the rules should be enforced. One of two years later, the same person argued that NFL players should be allowed to use marijuana based on its medicinal properties and its possible usage to reverse the effects of head injuries. This position really surprised me, although I agreed with it, because it seemed like a quick turnaround. However, my reversal on marijuana usage changed as quickly as his years prior when I learned more about it.
“About-face – definition of about-face by The Free Dictionary.” The Free Dictionary. Farlex, Inc., https://www.thefreedictionary.com/about-face. Accessed 11 November 2019.
“About-face | Definition of About-face at Dictionary.com.” Dictionary.com, https://www.dictionary.com/browse/about-face. Accessed 11 November 2019.
“About-face | Definition of About-face by Merriam-Webster.” Merriam-Webster, https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/about-face. Accessed 11 November 2019.
“Facing Movements.” Army Study Guide, https://www.armystudyguide.com/content/Prep_For_Basic_Training/prep_for_basic_drill_and_ceremony/facing-movements.shtml. Accessed 11 November 2019.
Powers, Rod. “Individual Drill – Commands.” The Balance Careers, Updated 17 Sept 2018, https://www.thebalancecareers.com/individual-drill-commands-4057221. Accessed 11 November 2019. Various Authors. “about-face.” Wiktionary, Last Updated 14 October 2019, https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/about-face. Accessed 11 November 2019.
I have two sons and daughters for whom I am very thankful. My first son, M was born after a 4 year long wait. He was the center of my life for many years during many rough times and through most of my husband’s health problems.
While he was a baby I worked night shift so I could care for him during the day, while his father worked till lunch. Then he would come pick M up so I could sleep.
On my days off I engaged M in fun activities. We went on field trips, played games, visited other kids, made mazes in the leaves, picked pecans from our two producing trees, and so much more. Often I drove us to the nearest playground which happened to be near a railroad station. He loved trains!
Another activity we enjoyed was walking to the neighborhood library in our small town. Since we both loved books, I read lots of wonderful books, from Dr. Seuss to Berenstein Bears, to Spot, to so many others that I can’t remember. We spent hours reading together.
M married a wonderful woman, Ce, whom he met through a friend they had in common. M and Ce have been married for three plus years, bought a house and are making a good life for themselves. They share common interests and enjoy time with friends. I am so thankful for his choice of wife. Ce and I get a long wonderfully.
Since M and Ce live fifty miles away and each have their jobs, they treat me to lunch once about every other week. M calls me at least once a week on the way home from work, which is a twenty minute drive.
M has an ability to know what I need to hear if I feel overwhelmed or sad. His wonderful wife, Ce, who is a veterinarian, has given me support with my special needs cat. I feel their love for me and mine for them and am very thankful that they are in my life.
While M was in high school he meet his future brother, D. My second son, D, was a neighbor who lived a mile or more down the road. He grew up in a very difficult home life.
D and M became friends while riding the bus home after school. They bonded and became such good friends that they called each other Brother, or Bro. D often came home with M after school and we talked as they ate after school snacks together. He even did his homework there sometimes I think. D even came to our house to get ready for his first prom.
D fell in love rather early with the lady of his dreams, Ca. Ca was a sweet bubbly teenager with a heart of gold. Later when he was 17 years old and she was 19 they came to tell us they wanted to get married.
Since D called me Mom even back then I worried about the consequences of such an early marriage. So I warned them of the potential dangers of marriage between two such young people even though Ca was so sweet and they both were very intelligent.
But marrying Ca was the best choice he could have made in his life for a wife. They went to college together and have been married 15 years. My husband performed the ceremony. They have been amazing to watch as they grew together. They now have a 3 and a half year old son who favors their mother, and a one and a half year old son who favors his daddy.
My home and my heart are filled with love for them all. They also love me too. We always seem to work together at meals on the holidays and enjoy each others’ company. I am so proud of my little family. And so thankful that my sons are good loving husbands and my “daughters” are good loving wives. And of course I am thankful for two adorable little grandchildren.
When my husband died in 2009 I found out that he had been talking with D about life, education, politics and all the things D never heard from his parents. I was pleased and surprised that they had talked at least once a week while I was working 12 hour evening shifts at the hospital. My husband, M, Ca and I, all made an impact on D’s life; just as he did on ours.
On the day of my husband’s funeral in 2009 I saw D and Ca sitting on the back pew of the funeral chapel. Before we entered together I turned to M and asked. “You and D have called each other Brother for years, do you want me to adopt D formally some day?”
M. replied, “Yes.”
As we entered the chapel I approached D and Ca and told them to come sit with M and I at the front. I wanted everyone to see that they were to be considered part of my family.
In 2014 D and Ca welcomed me to live with them for a month while my belongings were in storage, after I sold my house, until the purchase of my condo was completed. After living with them I was so pleased how they truly loved and treated me like family.
Later in February 2016 after D’s parents had both passed away, I formally adopted him. His wife became my first daughter in law. (I prefer to call her and Ce my daughters.)
They have been married 14 years and have two boys, two and a half year old, L; and 9 month old F. D and Ca both work mostly from home and share the care of their two sons. They have a good life together. They also love me as much as I love them. I am so thankful that I adopted D.
D and Ca and their family live about an hour and a half from me. We get together every month because of their busy workload and lives with the two small boys. I feel their love for me and am thankful. They know I love them all too.
Both of my sons and their wives and of course those sweet grandsons are a wonderful part of my life. I am so very thankful for them, their love, and the way they help me when I need help with computers, home repairs, life, cats, and more importantly moral support and love.
November 12, 2019 — the day of my kidney transplant
I’m welcoming twilight today, that space created for me by a gifted anesthesiologist.
It is, I imagine, a magical thing that gathers all the worries, fears, disappointments of illness and tucks them neatly into a glittering silver pouch.
The twilight is a good feeling, a sense of new well-being in the all places where my feelings and emotions live.
It is a comfort and a grace.
It is a relief, a blessed sense that all is well.
It is an alchemist holding the silver pouch in her hands and flinging it into the heavens, each fear and worry joining the stars in the night sky.
And as dawn breaks — a new dawn — I welcome a new life, a different life, a gift of life that feels like hope.
On another note, please pray for me as I look toward my kidney transplant today at Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, Florida. I am so grateful that you are walking with me on this journey that often felt so frightening. Your thoughts and prayers mean so much. If you would like to rea the story of my illness, please visit the Georgia Transplant Foundation’s website at this link:
A “Go Fund Me” page is set up for contributions to help with the enormous costs related to the transplant, including medications, housing costs for the month we have to stay near the transplant center, and other unforeseeable costs for my care following the transplant. If you can, please be a part of my transplant journey by making a contribution at this link
I was laying on the ground,
With cherry in my mouth,
When I found myself,
Lying to the crowd.
The tears broke me down,
But so did your words,
This life keeps
Burning me up.
There’s a sound in me,
Tells me I’m trouble.
Asking me to crumble.
I’ve got the blues with me,
Radio and some liquor,
The rains pouring down,
My future’s starting to flicker.
The night’s freezing,
And So is my mind.
I tried calling you,
Too many times a day,
I keep staring at the phone,
Hoping you’ll pick today.
I know it’s sad,
My ears would never hear
Your shadow still,
Lingers in my mind,
But the truth dear,
is that I know
you’ll never be mine.
At the end,
I am laying on the ground,
With sunlight on my side,
I find myself,
Alone in the crowd.
Being kind to all is indeed a noble quality for
All human beings, to be carefully developed right from
One’s childhood to last all through life that makes dearer to God!
World Kindness Day is today the thirteenth of November great!
World Kindness Day highlights good deeds in the community focusing
On the positive power and the common thread of kindness which is binding. Kindness is a fundamental part of the human condition which bridges the Divides- race, religion, politics, gender and zip codes.Kindness goes beyond!
Kindness not only towards humans- all creations of God deserve
Our kindness be shown to all birds and animals, plants and trees
May be stamping with our feet ants and cockroaches at home goes against
Virtue of KINDNESS. Plucking flowers too!Let us resolve to be kind to all!
Dad Joke of the Day: What kind of car does a sheep drive? A Lamborghini, but if that breaks down they drive their SuBAHHru.
Quote of the Day: Remember, 3/4 of the word can’t is can
November 13th in History:
– The Avtomat Kalashnikov was first manufactured in the Soviet Union, becoming the preferred weapon of choice around the world. Of the 500 million plus firearms in the world, over 75 million of them are AK-47’S.
– Great Britain defeats France in the first Rugby League World Cup. Of the 15 tournaments, Australia hold 11 titles.
– The Supreme Court of the United States declared that the Alabama law requiring segregated buses was illegal. Putting an end to the Montgomery Bus Boycott that began on December 5th – 1955 after Rosa Parks was arrested for refusing to give up her seat to a white person.
November 13th is National…
• Sadie Hawkins Day – originated in Al Capp’s cartoon “Lil Abner” when the mayor of Dogpatch was desperate to marry off his daughter. So he created Sadie Hawkins day. The idea was that a race was held where the single boys were given a head start and then chased by the single girls. If the girl could catch a boy, then he had to marry her.
• Indian Pudding Day – English colonist introduced ‘Hasty Pudding’ to America in the 17th century. However, due to a shortage of grain, they substituted the wheat with cornmeal and the water with milk to create Indian pudding. So named because they had learned to grow corn from the indigenous people.
• World Kindness Day – Started in 1998 and has spread to more than 28 countries. There are very few things more infectious than kindness. Studies have proven that when we see an act of kindness we are more likely to do an act of kindness. Each of us has the potential to make someone’s life a little better, all it takes is a smile, a kind word or even a little patience. All of which we possess an unlimited supply of and are free to give away.
The information contained in this post was gleaned from various websites or is available from many public domain sources and in many cases the original author is unknown. I make no claim to ownership or rights.
NaNoWriMo WORKS! It's Not too Late to Join and Write a BOOK!
Kermit typing funny Giphy
The Incredibles gif typing
I beg to differ giphy
NaNoWriMo 2019 stats page Susie Lindau with bar graph
reading without looking giphy
Giphy Thunderstorm gif
goonies watching movie giphy
Baby driver go giphy
Average words per day and date predicting NaNoWriMo 2019 finish
crossing fingers giphy
NaNoWriMo 2019 Susie Lindau stats page 1 with graph
Dad Joke of the Day: What’s America’s favorite soda? Mini soda.
Quote of the Day: If you want the rainbow, you have to tolerate the rain.
Today in History:
– American Airlines Flight 587, on route from New York City to Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, crashes shortly after takeoff into the Rockaway neighbourhood of the borough of Queens, killing 260 people on the airplane and several people on the ground.
– German government imposed fine of one billion marks on German Jews, ordered them to pay for all property damage in semi-pogroms of Nov. 10 and 11, barred them from operating retail or mail-order establishments after Jan. 1, 1939, and prohibited them from attending any theatre, concert, or lecture.
– The U.S. space probe Voyager 1 reached the planet Saturn.
November 12th is National…
• French Dip Day – In 1908, Cole’s French Dip originated the sandwich which consists of hot beef or pork on a French roll (cheese is optional). The sandwich is then dipped into au jus for 2-3 seconds allowing the bread to soak up the au jus. National French Dip Day was created in 2018 in honor of the 110th anniversary of their opening in historic downtown Los Angeles.
• Pizza with the Works Except Anchovies Day – This annual pizza holiday is dedicated to olives, pepperoni, sausage, peppers, and onions…we’ll even go for some ham and pineapple. Just no fishy business or it’s no pizza for you.
• Chicken Soup for the Soul Day – Pick up a book, meditate or go for a long walk, reflect on who you are and your achievements.
The information contained in this post was gleaned from various websites or is available from many public domain sources and in many cases the original author is unknown. I make no claim to ownership or rights.
Double rainbow in a stormy sky
Seeing double - rainbows
Double rainbow in a stormy sky