Sunday, October 20, 2019

How Does Your Garden Grow?



A couple of bees hanging out on the roof of Himself's car.


This guy hanging out on the house


Color up the street


Poison ivy growing up the trunk of the tree.




Before the big rain and wind storm.


After the storm



Himself's twig lost all its leaves



How does your garden grow?

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Saturday Afternoon at the Movies

This idea came from a Facebook meme:
Over 10 days, post your 10 all time favorite films. What movie has really made an impact on you or what films can you watch over and over and never tire of? Post either the movie poster, DVD cover or even a screenshot on your timeline. No need to explain.

Only I had a hard time picking out just 10 movies so my favorites over the next few hundred Saturdays 😸 in semi-alphabetical order:me favorite films. What movie has really made an impact on you or what films can you watch over and over and never tire of? Post either the movie poster, DVD cover or even a screenshot on your timeline. No need to explain.

Only I had a hard time picking out just 10 movies so my favorites over the next few hundred Saturdays 😸 in semi-alphabetical order:


Logan's Run (1976) Michael York, Jenny Agutter, Peter Ustinov

If you haven't seen this movie, it might be available for free on YouTube

Friday, October 18, 2019

The Friday Five Good Things

Five good things that happened this week.

1. A blog buddy was having issues reading a T Day post. Her anti-virus program was flagging my blog as an unsafe site. 😮Even if she clicked the I'll accept the risk anyway, it wouldn't take her there.  I had the Young One log in to the website using 3 different browsers and Avast as her antivirus program. No problems for her.  An internet search for the issue brought up the fact that some antivirus programs won't log into a site with the old http:// protocol requiring the new https:// When I add my link to the T Day link up, I use the old protocol. It never seemed to be an issue with other readers.. I asked E to log in to my blog by following the https:// and she was able to.

In another lifetime when I was a computer programmer, part of my job involved answering the phone on the help desk and troubleshooting client issues with our software. When E sent me an email saying she was able to get onto the blog, my first thought was Yes! I've still got it! 😺

2. I was really pleased with the dragon eye I did for the Inktober dragon prompt

3. Found a solar powered Halloween, Black Cat dancer. With light, he wiggles from side to side.

4. Himself donated to the 99 Restaurant for their fund raiser for The Boys and Girls Club. Waiter said we got to pick a  balloon and asked what color. Blue? He brought a balloon over. Gave it to Himself to pop. Suddenly a  memory. I was 5 or 6 and had a helium balloon on a string. Himself ,4 or 5 years old, asked to hold my balloon and then he let it go. Just as he popped the restaurant balloon to find out the prize we won, I saw my balloon (a red one, I think) floating away in a cloudless blue sky! I told him this memory, and we were laughing.  How can you remember things like that? I'm Italian we never forget.

How was your week?

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Inktober



10/10 challenge prompt: pattern


10/11 challenge prompt: snow


10/12 challenge prompt: dragon


10/13 challenge prompt: ash


10/14 challenge prompt: overgrown


10/15 challenge prompt: Legend. Legend is a calligraphic hand developed from the typeface of the same name by Ernst Schneidler. Written with a 3.8 mm Pilot Parallel Pen and Noodler's Ink.


10/16 challenge prompt: wild



Tuesday, October 15, 2019

T Stands for Gloucester, Massachusetts

After lunch, we headed back through Gloucester. Teague asked if I wanted to stop and see the famed Gloucester Fisherman's statue. I had driven by the statue, saw the backside of it, but had never seen the statue. A problem when you live in an area, you tend not to do a lot of tourist things.


Our first stop was the Fishermen's Wives Memorial. I didn't even know there was a statue to the women.


The base of the statue reads: The wives, mothers, daughters and sisters of Gloucester fishermen honor the wives and families of fishermen and mariners everywhere for their faith, diligence, and fortitude. The statue was installed in 1998 and you can read about how it came to be here.



My drink reference for this post is a line from the poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner  by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Water, water everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.


A schooner




Glorious Dahlias



A gull sunning himself


The schooner with full sails


Look how low the water is in the channel


Just as we were about to leave to head down the sidewalk to the Fishermen's Memorial, an alarm sounded like you would hear at a railroad crossing and a crossing arm came down. 


We were on a draw bridge!


Boat coming down the channel


drawbridge going up


and up


This bird swallowed a fish whole!



Coming through!


 A park bench by the drawbridge dedicated to the Bridgetender


Last one through


Coming down


And we could safely walk across the bridge to


The Fishermen's Memorial

On the base of the statue: They that go down to the sea in ships



The names of the men lost at sea are on the bronze plaques from the late 1600s to the present


It's funny when I'm out and about random strangers come up to me and share their life stories, sometimes very personal things. As I was photographing the "modern" side of the memorial, a young man pointed out the first name for 1943 and told me his great-grandfather was the first man lost that year. His great-grandfather was in the pilot house when a giant, rogue wave crashed over the top capsizing the boat. His great-grandfather's body was never found. Teague said the young man probably came down to the memorial every day to tell someone. Maybe. But the memorial is the only connection the young man would have to his great-grandfather. The memorial would be like visiting his great-grandfather at the cemetery.


A compass so you can always find your way.


The sign reads: Let A Prayer Be Said

We'd laugh and play all the day
between his labors at sea.
Now that's changed, my days re-arranged
He's no longer there for me.

I heard it said, what I did dread,
and feared the long nights through.
That a ship was lost at the terrible cost
of her captain and the crew.

What can I say of that tragic day?
What dirge be upon my lips?
Let a prayer be said, for the dead.
They that go down to the sea in ships.

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