For April 2020, WordPress has brought back its Discover prompts. Each day a new blogging theme is outlined for bloggers taking an interest.
Today I saw the prompts have been taken over by Michelle Weber. Today she proposed considering hands.
About being a helping hand, I lend assistance to a family business, Maple Lawn. My dad and I direct the operation of Maple Lawn Cemetery, a small cemetery in our town whose operations we manage weekly. You can find us on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/LouthUnited
This year we are managing cutting down a tree. The cemetery is surrounded by trees, and when the winds pick up, naturally, tree branches come down from the air. We usually burn the fallen branches.
This year sparkles from the blaze flew into the tree beside the fire. The tree caught fire from the inside, strangely enough.
We had to bring down the tree and destroy it, as a good deal of the care we provide, for the cemetery, is for the sake of visitors, making the cemetery looking peaceful and cared-for.
I have a photo of how the ground looked around where the tree crashed when we sawed it down. It was very disorderly.
My responsibility at the cemetery is chiefly to be a helping hand to my father, Peter. I also handle the Facebook page for the cemetery, a portal through which we are available.
I took both snapshots and video of the ramifications of lighting that tree in flame and bringing it down. When Michelle today was asking interested bloggers to reflect on the idea of hands, I thought to point out again that I’m a helping hand to my father, who is in his seventies and getting eccentric but still dedicated to operating the cemetery.
I hope you like the photo, and that you are staying safe during COVID-19.
As consumers spend less money, companies will also slash their advertising budgets. As two of the largest digital advertising platforms in the world, Facebook and Google will bear the brunt of that slowdown. Last year, Facebook generated nearly 99% of its revenue from ads, while Alphabet generated 83% of its revenue from Google’s ads.
The weekend I wrote this, The Verge had said that, given the obligation to let their employees work from home, Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg admitted that Facebook is taking a hard hit. I had wondered if again Zuckerberg would do all right, because of the overall usefulness of Facebook, despite their somewhat dubious reputation as a tech company. I am interested in what more knowledgeable people than me have said is going on.
Thinking about this, I imagined empty Facebook offices. Online research pointed me to the site FACEBOOK Design, about business strategies. Great looking webpage.
I read the seven areas FACEBOOK Design is interested in explaining.
i. A COLLABORATIVE PROCESS
The idea of FACEBOOK Design begins in a collaboration. The incomparable David Fincher 2010 film The Social Network recounts the narrative of Mark Zuckerberg, who made Facebook a reality, imaginatively succeeding. On the off chance that you are a visionary, The Social Network is an important film to appreciate viewing.
You know, you really don’t need a forensics team to get to the bottom of this. If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, you’d have invented Facebook.
— Mark Zuckerberg (Jesse Eisenberg), The Social Network
1.the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.
iii. THE WORDMARK
The typography of the word Facebook on the world wide web is an example of successful branding. I personally never undertook branding myself very seriously, as I don’t believe branding is the element that makes or breaks someone self-employed. Of course, many would disagree, as being on social effectively means that have you branded yourself.
iv. AN EMPATHETIC COLOUR PALETTE
Solitary hues reflect inconspicuous great taste.
Perhaps referring to a desire for web services to seem futuristic, FACEBOOK Design says that the product presents a sense of motion. I had thought the correct word for the context was “mobile.” Maybe the word “movement” better reflects what Facebook does for the individual.
vi. ART DIRECTION
Art direction, I think here, means looking at Facebook, as highlighted by the design team, I normally thought, to simply be creative.
vii. MOVING FORWARD
I realize that, for instance, clients who spend on their business pages would recommend it, if someone asked me about social media.
Putting these together, if you are running a business on Facebook, or have a fan page or even just own an impressive Facebook page, the ideas behind these might help you.
Facebook has gone to serious lengths to try to help an entrepreneur come up with effective ads. This pack is potentially something lucrative.
Brand Guidelines and Assets
Facebook means business about improving your work and breaks down in a few ways.
https://en.facebookbrand.com/facebookapp/ …breezes through the “f” Logo. It also tries to preserve the design or colour. The Facebook brand, I think I have a perception of–I have put thought into how to coordinate a Facebook page.
Talking About Facebook
Several phrases are suggested to write a call-to-action for an ad on Facebook.
Also, Forbes once identified in one swoop several resources to help you.
1) Jon Loomer
Through an expert excursion that went from the NBA and the American Cancer Society, Loomer “gets” Facebook. He gives free and “freemium” guidance to advertisers.
2) Digital Marketer
Anybody with enthusiasm for computerized promotion can get advanced exhortation: http://www.digitalmarketer.com/ They spread email, social, search, and that’s just the beginning.
3) Social Media Examiner
I have a personal interest in this. The webpage posts blog articles once per day to stay up with the latest, to gain understanding into ROI, and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. I read their articles occasionally.
4) Facebook Ads University
Inspired by an engaged methodology that covers Facebook well beyond all other computerized techniques? Look no farther than Dominate Web Media’s Facebook Ads University. This asset is especially unique in that it’s a membership to assist you with streamlining your technique with exercises, recordings and different assets.
These points, once published on Forbes’ site, I’m recreating in part here to help illuminate what you need to know. They began with the name Jon Loomer and they continue here.
5) Social Media Explorer
This is another one I use myself. This asset is all blogs.
The office behind this blog, SME Digital, is a pioneer in content, a specialist proceeding to post top-notch content for advertisers. The posts themselves are long and informative. I read them now and again.
6) Social Pros Podcast
Another office respected for its skill online, Convince and Convert are behind the Social Pros Podcast. Every week, Jay Baer and Adam Brown welcome a visitor from the field to discuss online networking. The outcome is enlightening.
Last but not least, Facebook itself is an impressive resource.
I joined Facebook a long while back after going full speed ahead, to become reacquainted with individuals whose comeuppance had been like mine in grade school. I don’t have a big Facebook page, but I helped steer a local cemetery, whose care is in the hands of my family, onto Facebook, and before the current health crisis there were steady results.
Looking to pull in advertisers, Facebook has distributed a wide scope of articles. In a progression of recordings and posts, you can find out about setting up your page, running a promotion, estimating, and considerably more. It’s a priceless asset for advertisers, regardless of whether you’re beginning or are hoping to build the vital component.
These are only a couple of incalculable assets accessible to Facebook advertisers around the world. Be that as it may, they’re wonderful – buy into the email, tune in digital, read blog entries, and before you know it, you will be a specialist.
Facebook is an incredible method to work together. I enjoy Facebook, and I hope that I get an opportunity to continue to interact on it in the nomenclature of the cemetery whom I represent and that is operated by my father, Peter. You’re welcome to comment and/or to follow. I am also available on Twitter, where I’m a bit further off the radar:
This title was devised with the help of Portent.The story is true, that the girl quoted Salinger in her second or third letter to me. I thought I was lucky I got that far, because in the Y2K era snail mail was already rare.
I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It’s awful. If I’m on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I’m going, I’m liable to say I’m going to the opera. It’s terrible.
– J. D. Salinger The Catcher in the Rye. Holden Caulfield in Chapter 3, in the wake of deceiving.
When I was in my early twenties, a little ahead of Y2K, I think, I paid a visit to Kingston, Ontario, where I noticed a girl, dressed like a punk rocker, sitting up on the curb, asking passerby’s to spare change. She was pretty, if I do say so myself, her hair dyed bright blue that matched the fishnets not doing a whole lot to keep her legs warm in the winter night, petite, and completely on her own.
I thought I would say hi to her. She must have seemed out of her mind to most everyone else, or perhaps just innocuous, but Kingston is a college town, and there are bright young girls everywhere. I think this particular girl was a singer in a band, or would be soon.
We chatted, we watched the street, we met a couple people. I would have liked to get off the streets, but where were we going to go? I’d just met her.
It took every ounce of confidence I had to keep up what I was passing off as charm, given the circumstances. It became a sort of a nice time. I probably should have taken her to the arcade up the street.
By morning I got from her an address for her mom, in Scarborough, from where I suppose it counted she had run away from, and although there weren’t even all that many letters from her, I think it was probably the second one from her to me where she put in ink the above quote from The Catcher in the Rye. All I could think when I got that letter was that the girl probably literally was a liar. Almost everybody lies, except maybe devout Buddhists, or others with that kind of mindset.
Since The Catcher in the Rye, Holden Caulfield has become a symbol for insubordination and tension and now remains among the most significant characters of twentieth-century American writing. The excellent TV character Jughead, in Riverdale, mentions in Season 4, Episode 8 The Catcher in the Rye, to Mrs. Burble. Following Archie’s lead, Jughead likewise hasn’t applied to any schools, and when he stops by Riverdale High to get his transcript, he gets a meeting with Mrs. Burble, regardless of his “Holden Caulfield stance on phony small talk.”
I wonder how Holden would feel about Facebook if he were an adolescent in the year 2020. Well, actually, I guess I know–he would hate it. Possibly if the issue was working it, he would abhor how Generation Z doesn’t have a similar eagerness for it that Millennials have.
Millennials are youthful enough to feel strong and astute, and they’ve been on the internet since right back when they were youngsters. Would Holden hate the specific act of asking a street girl how she was doing given that she might experience distress? Even that I guess he would, for the suffering that young girls go through when they run away, for an economic system necessitating that some young girls go on the run, for the fact of a college town itself even existing given that the tools of education are extensively available.
I am certain the young lady would have liked herself on Facebook if she met herself as another, and I am certain the girl felt as brilliant as those strolling past her. It didn’t appear to get her down. She had good karma.
I believe being a runaway underground rocker was what she needed to be, notwithstanding that it was unthinkable, I assume. I finally cried when I returned home the following day, as it truly seems to be a merciless world. Nothing was wrong, though, other than that twenty years later I’d be writing the story in a post inspired by Portent.
I’d had a comforter in my backpack. When I noticed the cold, I let her wrap it around her shoulders.
We went into the Burger King with that around her. There were muddy tracks on it from the slush on the restaurant floor when we left. Those mud stains came out in the wash.
In the nineteen nineties, we didn’t have Facebook. However, I wish I’d considered PCs in the school other than the negligible business I learned when I got around to signing in my last time in a study hall. It took me years beyond the nineties to cross that finish line, by the way.
Years later, while it was appalling that the confidence everybody had, to translate their lives into Facebook status posts and business page numbers, ended with what happened between the White House and Cambridge Analytica, I think the popularity of Facebook will return. The Wall Street Journal ran an idiosyncratic feature for its tech segment this week.
At least one American journalist is trying to rekindle the same enjoyment we had with Facebook up until the present administration in the White House. I am a modest Canadian, yet I needed to reproduce the experience for the individuals who see this.
My nephew’s twenty-first birthday was five days ago–he let my mom and dad know he was getting by. I wish him all the best.
I follow a blog called Fandango, which keeps the custom of single-word prompts bursting at the seams, with the single word prompts WordPress once presented, having reached a conclusion around the time I began composing these. Tonight I looked in thinking I might benefit from such a suggestion, and I saw that Fandango’s word tonight is the word “collaborate.”
The word means work jointly, or, alternatively, cooperate traitorously.
I was taught both connotations to cooperate when I was in college. In the sense of collaboration with a distinguished painter, I learned that in Film 101, and in the sense of collaboration with the colonizers, I studied that in business law.
Film 101 identified for me a few ideas which had interested me since I was a child, like why did names of people run up the screen at the end of a movie.
That film professor was a young, tall, handsome man, who explained that those end credits identified that the film was the collaboration of those people’s work. He told us in the school auditorium that the film wouldn’t have been finished without the help of all of those people. I’d once inaccurately assumed that the most renowned people with their names on a film were the ones who chiefly ran the show.
Until college, I don’t think I’d considered that all of those people were important, not just the ones with star power. It was an advantageous exercise.
It is too bad that schools everywhere have closed their doors at present. Although I personally was only an average student, I think of the problems in the future created simply by making school unavailable at the present time. I have heard of school debunked, of course–Gary Vee, for one, I’ve heard on video overlooking school in favour of an entrepreneur getting started making a living. I’ve heard him say on camera, as he says so many things, that if a young person’s parents do pay for that individual to go to post-secondary, that person had certainly better make the most of it if it is at the expense of the parents.
In fact, I wouldn’t mind hearing what Gary is saying about the present catastrophe. I have seen GaryVee video titles on YouTube recommending that business enterprise on the Internet is as yet a practical road for what’s to come. Good luck to the young people of today, then–they need it.
My college business law class took some of the wind out of my sails at the time. There were a lot of definitions run past us that seemed important yet awfully complicated for beginning young people.
In a day in the classroom, the gentleman who taught us gave us a TV recommendation, of all things. “Watch Law & Order,” he said to us. For a long time I did, not having had such a title dropped on me in a setting like that previous to the day he did.
He was joking about the difficulty he was imposing on us. Thanks for that, I think now. Although for a while I was a fan of the show, you know you don’t get the time back.
There was just so much of it–when did I ever find time to work?
The synonyms for collaborating, both join forces and fraternize, were thus equally handled by the well-meaning but slightly eccentric business law teacher. Some business education is important.
I appreciate Fandango’s prompt tonight. Good luck with staying safe.
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It’s the end of March and two weeks ago was St. Patrick’s Day for 2020. The weather in Southern Ontario was reasonable in light of expectations. I found myself spending less time on Facebook. My sister telephoned me a couple of times.
A cousin of my mother, Cathie, along other lovely people, with a hobby of genealogy, ending with a nice account of the Irish my mother’s side of the family has. It looks like this St. Patrick’s Day, 2020, I’ll be a little less Irish. It looks grim.
the act or instance of making or becoming different.
I wish a lot of things were different, but I never would have chalked up the possibility of experiencing our pandemic catastrophe in my own life. I read of environmental warnings, like that there could be, say, eight years until the damage to the planet caused by humans becomes irreversible, or that global warming will cause sea levels to rise, however active God is on the picture at large. I don’t know how human beings will fare.
To consider attacks between warring groups the world over, hellbent on decreasing each other to iotas, to very small pieces, I think also police and military unfairly treat peaceable citizens, because the police loathe the skin colour or addiction, behaviour that doesn’t toe the line for the safety of the public. I think about these now and again, yet I hadn’t thought of what really descended three months ago. It is hard to contextualize that.
I always do my best to enjoy St. Patrick’s Day, as so many do with aplomb and style. I welcome the end of winter. We are all called on to be, not so much Godfearing, as instead socially distant from one another.
Good on us all the same, that we can find solidarity in separating from one another, in a fashion that, like the lot of the unlucky addict, is no fault of our own.
We will have to come up with new measures to survive, and we have to do it at a time when I am sure many of us would be happier celebrating St. Patty’s in the usual fashion, wearing the colour green, and staying out late. We’re told to stay out of bars and restaurants and nightclubs and still young people want to go to those kinds of haunts. I want to be young myself, but not to the extent I want to risk sacrificing growing old.
I wanted to think about a superb St. Patrick’s Day, and although I recall it every year, I don’t know I could say that any specific March festivity was better than some other. A number of them were beautiful and left me feeling blessed. I am grateful to The Lord.
1998 occurs to me, becoming 21 years of age. However, against how this spring is going, I don’t think the excitement of taking a visit back in time is going to especially cause me to feel better. I like to enjoy speaking a kind word at certain times, because a little kindness sprinkled in the mix, while not reversing the uncertainty that we’re facing, does help temper the darkness.
I would like to wish you a happy St. Patrick’s Day, dreadful or not.
St. Patrick’s Day isn’t to be overlooked, obviously. Go with the luck of the Irish! Let’s have a safe spring!
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I’m looking forward to the weekend, as Sunday is the Ides of March, a day I’ve before celebrated, and to get serenity I needed to utilize a little ingenuity. Many individuals like this season. Of course, this year is upsetting for reasons I am sure that you know, from the news, but my father pointed out something to me, and coming to an understanding about this, I found myself wanting to add the idea.
I tuned in to what he said, two or three weeks prior, in his truck as we drove up the road, and I had a morning doughnut. In the next few days, I thought to compose this essay. This is how I would represent his idea–it isn’t all that much work. You’re welcome to make of it what you will.
My dad Peter is typically a calm man. The nature of our business is a cemetery, which we’ve operated together for eight or nine years. My dad managed a municipal cemetery for many years before he retired from there.
He decided he loved Maple Lawn when he learned its board of trustees no longer desired to maintain it. A week and a half ago, Dad unexpectedly gave me a life lesson, something that had moved him during his career with the city. He said a business speaker ignited a connection for him, a long time previously, something I didn’t think about him.
The speaker discussed a monkey, an issue, which I deduced implied a method for dealing with stress.
The speaker had said that another individual might bring you a monkey on the back. That person already has his or her monkey on the back, and sharing that load with you is reduced in intensity for the person being unburdened, but the problem remains, now shared with you. Now there are troubles for you, for you to bear yourself.
My dad said the message stayed with him. The story reminded me of the late Wayne Dyer, the writer of numerous books about otherworldly thinking, spiritual issues, that is, like negativity, to which I am occasionally subject. My father was venturing to propose I compose this essay, which I figured I could do, keeping in mind Dad’s convictions.
Dad cautioned me not to let the burden, of letting a monkey take hold on my back, ruin what I have, for myself, in my life. I felt for an instant pity wash, like bathwater, all through me, and I needed to take a quick glance out the window not to surrender to tears. I feel like that when I take a gander at myself in a light that I will never again find sensible.
It’s March now, and spring will break in about seven days. My birthday is on the Ides of March. This year it follows two days after Friday the 13th, today’s date, seldom real lucky in anyone’s book.
I will check whether I can slip this on. I unquestionably want to.
When my Uncle Rick’s brother, the artist, was alive, he hung a toy monkey on a store mannequin. The man who thought of that was a craftsman, and dress store administrator. My grip doesn’t quite coordinate the same energy.
Be that as it may, I discovered his craft intriguing, after his passing. My father said I should refer to the non-literal monkey. I tried to value the proposal.
Don’t let a monkey hang off of your back. I am a flawed human being, but I believe that you need to take care of yourself before you can do much for anyone else.
Did you know you had to leave that at home when you took the job? I’m afraid you might have to. That being said, let us proceed.
The problem-solving skills of a teen sleuth would benefit the team, but trying to emulate those same skills, in the office, will get you a reboot.
The radiant physical beauty of teen heroes and heroines often softens the hearts of even the fiercest opponents, while your limited charms, in the office, will bring up excuses.
The ability to resolve a dilemma in three-quarters of an hour, TV time, is completely impossible to replicate in the office. Three-quarters of an hour is the time it takes to install an operating system update that covers special keys, for languages of other continents, or an app checker that asks if it does check apps and the updated catalogue of word processor fonts.
TV reprobates who are secretively pulled in by bravery and beguile, that have envisioned frightful closures for interfering adolescent heroes, and have gone the mile to complete such business, don’t measure up to how your supervisor is five to seven minutes late every morning for a ten-minute opportunity involving those last wisps of transmission that still don’t light the psyche.
Spending your dollars for the drive, trying to forget genuine youngsters applauding, your data bill at home in the back of the kitchen drawer– leaves you mentally stranded until you are miles away, each day you show up for the privileges of cubicle life.
Instagramming shock, in light of a most recent debacle of separation gossip, places you in the washroom crying, holding a paper towel to your face while attempting to quit hyperventilating.
Remembering hands to your cheeks, in the wake of being checked for hang-ups, has you on the ground, showing you further inadequately made a decision that demonstrates those no-longer-so-charming goons truly came from that side of the tracks.
Getting back on your feet, your jacket is torn, which while for you is quite embarrassing, to turn up back at the office in such a state, the more chivalrous task of lending a friend an intact garment, translates poorly between what’s on TV, and what your understanding is of the psychological underpinning of those same gents, who just turned your boxer briefs into a flowerbed.
You’ll be back for that most recent five minutes of compromise throughout the show after work’s accomplished for the afternoon, a valiant effort to promise your supervisor that you won’t be in the vacant office much longer from when the last youngsters got terminated in the few hours on the clock that you expect to fill without one final fix of physical magnificence, and the sort of ability that simply the best and the most splendid have in general, which also excludes ensuring the addresses in the BCC: bar of the unforeseen doesn’t end up a large portion of an inch higher in CC:– Unlike real life, which stops the last minute of the same day that began the same time following your coffee, the TV episodes promise a forty-minute resolution, not the selfsame resolution that must be repeated dozens or hundreds of times over as part of reality.
They said that could never happen in the course of teenage heroism, celebrated with such a passionate kiss that you can do yourself, of course, as soon as you find another job.
I hope the jury isn’t out on this one. It’s a little bit of fun. You know who your friends are.
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I had tried implementing rules that I would only permit so many minutes of the day to be spent on social media, and to stay away from negative YouTube videos, but by now I am spending much more time on YouTube. There are days when I enjoy watching recent videos from the channel The Quartering, which seem to be pretty successful for the content creator doing that channel, whose name is Jeremy. Some of his insights into what it’s like it being a successful YouTuber are interesting for me.
Despite an almost-total detox from YouTube I did, for the entire month of February, I find some pleasure once again in experiencing videos done on favourite channels of mine.
On YouTube, The Quartering is a channel that finds random news stories typically about gaming. The Quartering’s Jeremy gets outspoken about his bad experiences with YouTube monetization and his subscriber count. A week ago, although I try to stay resolved to avoid negative-minded creators, a rival YouTube launched what was perhaps a ninety-minute attack on Jeremy, reminding us again that Jeremy announced he was done with struggling with the 280-character social media platform Twitter and going so far as to speak out against it.
I enjoy some of the videos from The Quartering and I wasn’t aware of what Jeremy was like on Twitter. I haven’t had similar experiences with tweeting that have left me sour, and I think it’s positively stellar.
A lot of young people get on bandwagons. I tend to suspect that the young take for granted, often enough, anyway, the same tools which they have been shown how to use and for who it is second nature. Some of that stuff posted to TikTok is noteworthy for different reasons.
On TikTok, I may be looking away so often that I am not seeing the best “remixes,” but I don’t understand metrics on TikTok, other than that there are likes on relevant videos. I think TikTok is an enormous co-mingling of the best and the brightest, but I know The Quartering disagrees–makes sense, he’s on YouTube.
I see huge amounts of cooperative TikTok, and I see happiness, and fulfilled videographers. I guess I prefer words, of a nature that a computer keyboard does indeed capitulate, but there is a lot of creativity in user video.
I started telephone sales work in the 2000s, but after the economy crashed, I started spinning my wheels. My family got involved when my dad, who during his career with the municipality managed a cemetery for many years, was able to swing a deal when he learned of a little cemetery that required better operations, in his opinion.
I don’t think anyone refers to TikToks as edits, but The Force is a formidable category on YouTube.
I wrote this three months ago, the beginning of the winter that changed lives around the world. I realize that despite my intention to offer kind wishes, nobody got what they wanted when the last month became unprecedented in history.
I didn’t factor into the equation how long we would be at the same task. Speaking in terms of temperature forecasts, some days were more tolerable than others.
Today the Canadian provinces of Quebec and Ontario ordered all non-essential businesses closed. They had already begun reacting to the new restrictions. When I raised the point with my dad the last couple of times we spoke together, he said that a cemetery is considered an essential service.
My dad has a business and we have an agreement that I will do some work for the cemetery which the business operates.The agreement is becoming strained, of course, because of the recession.
My mom asked me quietly why I seem disinterested. I wasn’t sure how to emphasize sympathy was the issue, given that the present events around the world are tragic and discouraging.
I decided to update this because that was kind of one winter I might be happy to put behind me. Seeing a copy of TROS was nice, though.
A week or so after a lovely Christmas rest and a pleasant New Year’s Day, we finished last year rather indignantly when a brushfire spread to one of our trees, a fire which we had to extinguish.
My mother turned seventy years old in December. She has been enormous for me, obviously, beyond what I can succinctly talk. She said she was pleased when she saw for herself this post.
I remember when Mom was asking me as Christmas approached what Christmas TV programming I might get to see, and she reminded me that a lot of the network TV shows are having their mid-season hiatus. It’s sort of in their absence, especially, that the network shows feel relevant and add heaps of joy to the calendar year.
I don’t have the foggiest idea whether you have a sentiment for January, or if nothing else be alongside associates with who you can explore the winter month of January. I know from the weight of popular interest in romance, and relationships, that there is something intrinsically human and good about the romance of winter.
While I’m a Canadian, I live in the southern ranges, where lake impact temperatures are generally sensible, while keeping you inside a greater amount of the time than you may somehow prefer to spend. Some people have that flair to form a unit that stops a problem, and sometimes, even if it is as routine as waiting for the cast of, for example, The Bachelor, to reconvene.
I risk appearing to be dismal if I reflect what getting in some Bachelor may accomplish for me.
It could prove, by the fact that I help at a cemetery, that being morose lives for me in a heart of darkness, but tempering that with an appetite for uplifting and curious experiences, you have in me, not a pack animal nor a reptile, but, I feel, an effusive human being, making a sound perceptible in its absence.
You don’t have a clue what you have until it’s gone, maybe, but I don’t know now that our certainties for the future have been upset what to expect entirely, nor, I take it, does anybody. Remember that prayer often provides relief.
Today is Kaite’s thirty-fifth chasing the hobbit. She is happily married, to a great guy, and they have hopping careers. She has been known to help clarify life, with thoughtful Christmas contributions.
One gift was a special design, on a coffee thermos, a Maple Lawn Cemetery logo, for the cemetery for who I’m a computer monkey. She is one of our “friendlies.”