Amazing the path life experiences take us.
Valentine’s Day, for example.
Born of pure unadulterated sex. The ancient Roman festival Lupercalia. Pagan fertility rites and the pairing off of women by lottery.
At the end of the fifth century, Pope Gelasius I replaced Lupercalia with St. Valentine’s Day.
The poet Chaucer in the Middle Ages was the first to link St. Valentine with romantic love.
Today, lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.
I recall vividly my early grammar school years. St. Valentine’s Day was a big deal! We exchanged little love cards and candy. It was exciting. I can recall sitting at the kitchen table the night before deciding which of my female class mates would receive a card from me. Wondering whether each would give me a card the next day.
A day dedicated to love! Making your special one feel even more valued.
A few love lines remembered by all. Aristotle’s…..Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s…..How do I love thee, let me count the ways.
In researching this morning, I came across an extremely sensitive love statement. Surprisingly spoken by Judy Garland…..For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
The face of Tino.
Tino is an interesting person. Seventy seven, still active, and earning money. An art photographer saw Tino while he was performing as an extra. He asked to take Tino’s picture. A black and white photo solely of Tino’s face.
The photographer advised Tino he would be showing the photo shortly in an exhibition. I can understand why. The photo reflects character and strength. It can be said to touch one’s soul.
My yesterday began with haircut time. As always, Lori most enjoyable. She looks fine. A few months ago she had to take 2 months off. She was sick. Appears to have fully recovered.
While Lori was cutting my hair, I noticed a young boy having his hair cut on the opposite side of the room. I could only see the back of his head. He was relatively short, his hair blond and short also. A boy’s haircut.
Seemed like the hairdresser was working on the young man forever. A haircut is a haircut!
I asked Lori why the haircut was of the young boy was taking so long. She quietly laughed and said it was no boy, a woman! In fact, a mother. Her little girl was standing to her front.
When I was leaving, I could see the “young boy’s” face. Absolutely beautiful!
Then to Harpoon Harry’s for lunch. Chatted with some locals.
The cupboard was bare and so it was off to Publix for groceries.
I do not take the cane into Publix when shopping. The cart is more than enough support.
About one third through my shopping, I suddenly became tired. Extremely so. Thought I was going to pass out. Left the cart in the middle of the aisle and walked out of the store.
Sat in my car a while. Though still a bit groggy, started for home. I figured my car was like a horse of old and could find its way home.
Laid down for a while. Remained exhausted.
Dorothy Downs is an old friend. I was to meet her at 6:30 at the Chart Room.
Dorothy is an author. Her husband of many years died 2 years ago. She lives in the Miami/Fort Lauderdale area. She retains the Key West home she and her husband had, also.
She had called in the morning to say she had written another book and wanted to know if I would read the transcript. The book not published as yet. I agreed.
Dorothy has written 3 previous novels. Art of the Florida Seminole and Miccosukee Indians, Patchwork: Seminole and Miccosukee Art and Activities, and Canoe Back in Time.
She inferred the transcript she wanted me to read was different from her prior works.
It was 4 o’clock and I continued to be exhausted. Called Dorothy and begged off our meeting for last night. It has been rescheduled for this evening.
I continued to be tired and slept off and on till 9 in the evening. Have no idea why I was so tired.
I think this good living might be too much for me!
The great whites are getting bigger! Climate change?
A 20 footer was seen a mile off shore from the Breakers in 55 feet of water. Eleven scuba divers were in the water at the time. They spotted the great white beneath them.
All reported how excited they were. None spoke of fear.
Barr’s rebuke tweet of Trump yesterday interesting. A stunning surprise. The two were and perhaps still are attached.
Questions arise. Was the tweet merely to cover Barr’s ass professionally? Was Trump aware it was coming? If Barr should be gone, can Trump function without an Attorney-General who does his bidding all the time? Was the tweet an act of insubordination?
Finally, many who were close to Trump have eventually left or been fired. Is Barr on his way out?
Trump lies in an unending fashion. Were he Pinocchio, his nose would have fallen off by this time caused by the sheer weight of the lies.
In November, Trump denied sending Giuliani to the Ukraine to discover damage information re Biden. Yesterday, he admitted he did while being interviewed by Geraldo Rivera.
How does Trump keep track of his lies? Has he reached a point where he cannot remember what he said previously? Or is it that he is emboldened by his acquittal and doesn’t care?
Donald has a tough life in this regard.
“I knocked on Hell’s door.” The words of a recovered 21 year old coronavirus victim. He fortunately has recovered.
He resides in Wuhan where the epidemic began and is at its worst.
The young man also said, “I suffered from high fever and pains that tortured every part of my body…..I was coughing like l was going to die.”
Enjoy your day!