Eclipse 2024: The Pollyanna Version
When I pretend I’m gay
I never feel that way
I’m only painting the clouds with sunshine
When I hold back a tear
To make a smile appear
I’m only painting the clouds with sunshine
—“Painting the Clouds with Sunshine,”
Joe A. Burke and Al Dubin
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My husband says, “Start with the headline.” So.
Ailing Kathy Waller Watches Eclipse from Hotel Bedroom
but Claims Holding Back Tears Unnecessary, She’s…
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Re: Sun, Weasels, Blue Jaguars, & the FBI
This morning, I woke, as I often do, with a song in my head. Today’s selection: “His Eye is on the Sparrow.” Every few minutes, I break out into song: “I sing because I’m happyyyy . . .”
The hymn is infinitely more beneficial to my mental health, and, I’m sure, to David’s, than the recent “Pop Goes the Weasel.” Not only can those lyrics grow tiresome, but recently, decades after learning the…
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Ah! Sunflower
Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;
Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.
— William Blake, 1757-1827
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Thinking of next Monday’s solar eclipse led to thinking about William Blake’s…
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Fifty Springs Are Little Room
Loveliest of Trees
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the…
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Friday Fictioneers: Expectations
Friday Fictioneers Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Emma stopped and looked back. Blake stood at the window. When she waved, he drew the curtain.
At home, she waited, holding her phone. Sorry, he would say. I’ll come over.
She always said, Yes.
He would be hungry. She started for the kitchen.
The phone. “Emma? It’s Alan. From the office? I…
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A Valentine by my best beloved
©David Davis
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Where I Grew Up
It was the kind of place where everyone knew each other’s name, and the name of their cat, too.
— Phaedea Patrick, The Messy Lives of Book People
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The kind of place I grew up in. But dogs, horses, and cows as well as cats.
Tinker, Kitty Boy, Trixie, Sissie, Pansy, Miss Pedulla, Rider, Walker, Steve, Walter, Roscoe, Two-Spot, Loretta, Smoky, Sudsy, Polio, Bootsie, Josephine, Lassie, Blackie,…
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Queue
After years of playing Scrabble Online against the Big Giant Head, or whoever is on the other side, I tonight made the word
QUEUE
My reach having exceeded my grasp, left with nothing more to aspire to, I shall withdraw and binge-watch Hallmark Christmas movies until reason overtakes me.
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Image by Beth Lowell from Pixabay
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Florsheim, Eat Your Heart Out
New slippers, one unoccupied so it can be seen “in its full glory”*
*The owner’s phraseology
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Veterans Day: World War II - PFC Bill Waller
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Veterans Day: World War II - The Waller Boys
Clockwise from lower left: Donald Waller, Maurice Waller, Joe Waller, Bill Waller, Graham Waller.
Five Sons of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Waller Are Servicemen
The Record is glad to present in its Service Men’s Corner this week another group of five fine young men, all brothers, now in the service of their country.
These are sons of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Waller of Fentress. An interesting and significant…
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Veterans Day: Henry Waller, Letter from France, 1918
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AMERICAN Y.M.C.A.
ON ACTIVE SERVICE WITH THE AMERIAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE
July 23, 1918
Dear Mother and Sisters,
After a lengthy but very interesting overseas journey, we at last arrived at our point of destination. Perhaps you can imagine how proud we were to see land after a weeks ride on a crowded boat; and I want to say right here that there is no prettier country under the blue sky than…
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Pyrenees...Special Breeze...Do You Know This Poem?
Oh, somewhere there are people who
Have nothing in the world to do
But sit among the Pyrenees
And use the very special breeze
Provided for the people who
Have nothing in the world to do
But sit among the Pyrenees
And use the very special breeze
Provided for the people who
Have nothing in the world to do
But sit among the Pyrenees
And use the very special breeze
Provided for the people who
Have…
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Thinking of Heaven
No heaven will not ever Heaven be
Unless my cats are there to welcome me.
–Anonymous
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Ernest, William, Alice B Toeclaws, and Chloe
Unpictured: Christabel, Ms. Siamese, Nicole, Ashley,
Mr. Peyton, Ten-Thirty, Miss Kitty, Tinker,
Olivia, Bunny, Edith, Pitti-Sing, and many others
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The Maven: A Poe-ish Poem for Halloween. again.
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81st Wedding Anniversary
My parents, Billie and Crystal Barrow Waller, were married on October 24, 1942. Today is their 81st anniversary.
They married on a Saturday afternoon at the home of the Baptist minister in San Marcos. My father’s first cousin and my grandmother Barrow’s best friend, Carmen Barber Harper, served as witness.
On Monday, my mother, an office manager at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, turned in a…
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BSP: Alien Whisperer
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