Education

IMAO, education has some real problems. I noodled on this after one of MOTUS’ nurses explained that “I know how old my grandmother is, but I don’t know what year she was born in.”

Math, it’s a real thing. Your thoughts…

Caturday and Sushi Is On A Roll

 

I am unclear if this represents the Edo Dynasty or simply the original Japanese Iron Chef franchise. Either way I believe caterpillar sushi is an acceptable Caturday menu item that even Smudge the Cat would approve of (except for the avocado).

Raw fish, bugs, okay. Vegetables, well, we all know how Smudge feels about vegetables.

So ignore all the stupid gender role games for today and just enjoy some cat-approved sushi rolls.

Go Ahead And Take a Chants On Chicken Pants

Is this an inappropriate wing and feather day concept?

Chanting is a spiritual discipline believed to improve listening skills, heightened energy and more sensitivity toward others. The practice gained popularity when an album of Gregorian chants by the Benedictine Monks of Santo Damingo in Spain became a best seller. Chants can express devotion, gratitude, peace, compassion and call light into someone's life.

On the other hand chicken pants chants might simply be considered disrespectful to both religious and secular chanters the world over in the same way Iowa’s husband hollerin’ contest is considered disrespectful to legit pig hollerin’ competitions.

Or perhaps I simply don’t understand the homophone concept. Yes, I think that may well be the problem.

Maybe someone can jump in and try to sort this mess out?

We seen to have all the correct elements but still need to crack a few eggs to make an anomaly.

Training Day Continues….

 

I don’t know why, and I don’t know where but I do know that someday we will have to release the tactical penguins. Again.

Hence, training day continues until further notice.

Off We Go: In God’s Hands

Good morning MOTI. If all is going according to plan I should be in pre-op now awaiting surgery at 11 AM. Scheduled to last 5-6 hours.

It occurred to me that 99.9% of you have never seen me or Raj either in person or even facsimile so I thought this might be a good day to post this shot that a friend took of us in early April when I was feeling good enough to meet for lunch.

With my radiation-ravaged hair more or less regrown It’s as normal as either of us have looked in over a year and a half. As I’ve now been on steroids for 2+ months I have a new look now: the enduring pack-ratty chip-munky cheeked effect. Once upon a time that would have bothered me. Now I’m getting used to it.

Perhaps someday I’ll try to track down some of our REALLY old pics when Raj and I still thought of ourselves as dragon slayers or minimally young lions: a lifetime ago already. But as I’ve mentioned file/photo organization has never been my strong suit so I make no promises. Trust me though, back in the day Raj was always the foxiest guy in room (with the cutest dimples) and the most-est fun. And somewhere I have Kodachromes to prove it.

At this juncture however I will be delighted as age, experience, circumspection, a bit of wisdom and the benefit of hindsight settle into spaces and cracks left by all that incandescence, sparkle and shine of youth. God willing  I shall be most happy with just a bit more endurance. So I accept and humbly appreciate all of your past, current and future prayers on behalf of Raj and myself. And we are happy to return the favor.

 

 

NOTE: Posts for next couple of weeks are pre-posted, random, unlinked to anything going on in the real world. In other words, totally open threads so treat accordingly.

Time Is Short, But You Wear It Well (Shortcake Redux)

Strawberry season was short and not as sweet as usual here in Michigan's southeast quadrant. Most likely too little sun, too little rain. Still, we did score a couple of tasty quarts for cereal and yes, shortcake. And honestly, a bad in-season homegrown quart of strawberries will always be better than a crate of selectively bred-to-travel-cross-country-in-all-four-seasons California strawberries. So we wore them well.

“You knew it did not cost the earth, but for what it's worth
You made me feel a millionaire and you wear it well”

I recall last week’s pro/con discussion of whipped cream on strawberry shortcake and must advise that in our house whipped cream is most certainly NOT optional. In fact extra whipped cream around here is considered just a smidge below mandatory.

Wear it well.

Summer, And The Druids Are Restless

Revelers gather at the ancient stone circle Stonehenge to celebrate the 2023 Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year, near Salisbury, England

I suppose this could help explain all the recent UFO mania regarding “aliens from further away than Mexico/Central/South America” that has been occupying America’s best and brightest political beacons of light as of late.

Sophie Woodrow ceramics

Perhaps we could try to ignore the nutz who feel that fake UFOs are more important in our lives right now than any real cultural/political/economic events ruining Western Civilization. Perhaps we could just get on with celebrating the actual beautiful season.

Lexy Pavlovich Belykh Summer on Volga 1988

 

He Will Order His angels To Protect You Wherever You Go

First of all, thank you, everybody, for yet another stunning floral arrangement which arrived to brighten our weekend. It arrived Friday and is still standing tall

with dahlias, peonies, alliums, hydrangeas and lovely pink snaps.

As you see, as lovely as all the others have been. I’ve finally collected all the MOTI flower arrangements into a folder of photos – they go way, way back to the first gorgeous bouquet we received when it was Raj having so many problems with his first knee replacement and continued through his second and then…well, everything else.

I’ve got documented Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Easter etc., etc. arrangements  - each as lovely as the rest – that have made us feel your love and helped us over the humps. You’ll never know how your prayers, cards, flowers, gifts and many, many thoughtfulness's have helped pull us through it all.

But now dear friends, you’ve done more than enough. Both Raj and I will be so very happy to receive just your prayers, positive vibes, good wishes and thoughts from now on. You’ve all done too, too much.  I’ll pull up the archived photos from time to time simply because they are too beautiful and deserve to be reposted.  But for now we shall be focused on preparing for and recovering from surgery and remembering all the kindnesses you have already bestowed on us.

Next week I’ll pre-post a couple weeks worth of open threads. One should pop up every few days and Raj will let you know if there is anything significant to report.

So Happy Father’s Day to everybody who is or has a father. Enjoy the return of the Summer Solstice next week, behave yourselves to the extent that even means anything in this crazy place we still insist on calling “our country” and I’ll talk to one and all on the other side of recovery.

He will order His angels to protect you wherever you go. Psalm 91:11

Thank you, all my little angels.