Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... April, 2008

JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

I took some pictures of Mr Mittens but he looks like Zombie Cat! ;^)

He was in the garage and his eyes reflected back the flash. I’ll post them later anyway.

If I don’t get them posted today, I will try for tomorrow.

I need to check the Post Office again today and then a PTA meeting tonight.

[Mama_Bear]

I think SBJ realized what an energy expenditure flying is. He has decided to conserve energy for the time being, eat more and get stronger.

I think so too.

Aren't his feathers beautiful and full? He is almost "fluffy". LOL. I don't see much blue on him yet, he is still in his cammie jammies. When he is sitting still in the lilac, he is invisible.

Nature is so amazing. The survival of this little bird depends upon his inborn instinct to sit very still and wait patiently for mom and dad to come with food. It's a beautiful thing to watch.

[JustAmy]

I don’t mind cool weather but I’m hoping no wind. I hate wind.

I wish the temps would stay about 80deg all year. Guess that I should move to San Diego. ;^ )

[Mama_Bear]

I took some pictures of Mr Mittens but he looks like Zombie Cat! ;^)

LOL!! Zombie Cat! I look forward to them. :-)

Enjoy the PTA meeting. I remember those. LOL.

[Lady Jag]

You like it especially because it’s you.

Happy Monday.

[Mama_Bear]

You like it especially because it’s you.

You are exactly right. :-)

Happy Monday, from one phenomenal woman to another!

[yorkie]

Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple

By Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired

and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other people's gardens

and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

or only bread and pickles for a week

and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

and pay our rent and not swear in the street

and set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

[Mama_Bear]

YUM!

[yorkie]

He’s growing so fast! (And I think he sees you)

Thank you for sharing all these great pictures, Mama_Bear!

[JustAmy]

LOL

Thanks, Yorkie.

I feel like on occasion.

[The Mayor]

April 28, 2008

The Greatest Gift

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READ: Job 2

They sat down with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him. —Job 2:13

We rightly disparage Job's three friends for their insensitive response to his suffering. Yet when they came, they sat in silence beside Job for 7 days before speaking. As it turned out, those were the most eloquent moments they spent with him.

Instinctively, I shrink back from people who are in pain. Who can know whether they want to talk about their predicament or not? Do they want to be consoled, or cheered up? What good can my presence possibly do?

Tony Campolo tells of going to a funeral. By mistake he ended up in the wrong parlor. It held the body of an elderly man, and his widow was the only mourner present. She seemed so lonely that Campolo decided to stay for the funeral. He even drove with her to the cemetery.

At the conclusion of the graveside service, Campolo finally confessed that he had not known her husband. "I thought as much," said the widow. "But it doesn't really matter. You'll never, ever, know what this means to me."

Most often those who suffer remember the quiet, unassuming person. Someone who was there when needed, who listened, who didn't keep glancing at a watch, who hugged, touched, and cried. In short, someone who was available and came on the sufferer's terms, not their own.

In our shattered times, anguish relents
Not at mere idle words spoken in vain,
But rather from the silent eloquence
Bestowed by those rare souls who share our pain. —Evans

Often, the best comfort is just being there.

Bible in One Year: 1 Samuel 13–15; Proverbs 10:12-21

[Mama_Bear]

He’s growing so fast! (And I think he sees you)

I know, and I think that big scary silver camera in his face freaked him out. Poor thing, I think everything is freaking him out. :-(

[Mama_Bear]

Thanks, Yorkie. I loved this just as much this time as when I first read it! It always makes me smile. :-)

[Lady Jag]

[MEG33]

LOL! Love it.

[JustAmy]

A clip of Nature in Action. It is a long clip but very interesting.

[MEG33]

Enjoying the poetry..Thank you!

[fewz]

Not too keen on wearing purple but the brandy sounds good.

[JustAmy]

We had another busy weekend.

I had planned to meet a couple of friends from high school for lunch on Saturday. One is local and the other is from Northern California.

Best Plans .....

Marissa was invited to a birthday party Saturday afternoon at Roeding Park in Fresno.

Guess what??? My two friends decided we didn’t need lunch so they met me in the park and let the kids enjoy the party. We decided to just hang out. It was fun.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Rus.

Thank you for Our Daily Bread. It replenishes the soul.