My new landlord is off on a 2 1/2 week European trip. I need his WiFi to do the blog. Forgot to get it. Ergo, I am writing from the library this morning. Not bad.
Son in law Corey saved my ass. I am in his office in the library doing the blog and will do so till the landlord returns.
Finally totally moved into the new abode. A bit small. Comfortable, however. I set it up right. Going to hang some art. Four or five pieces, in addition to two already up. A painting of my mother. She is always with me. And a small framed photo of Robert and Ally when they were both under 5 peeking out from behind some trees.
I felt my age for the first time the past few days. I was 88! Constantly tired, ankles blown up, etc. Grateful it is all behind me.
I took a break for lunch. Harpoon Harry’s. Tuesday is lasagna day special.
All the years I have been frequenting Harpoon Harry’s, I never saw a particular sign on the wall. A chicken looking to cross a street. The writing got to me: I dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.
Applies also to most of the people in our country today. They question everything and do too much inquiring into everything.
I have learned from a lifetime of experiences that good deeds do not go unrewarded. The number of people who pitched in in various ways to help. Not the physical part of moving. The multitude of other things involved. I thank them all.
It’s behind me! Thank God!
I locked the car keys in the trunk yesterday. A disaster! In the middle of moving, of course. Got someone to help. An expert. One who does this for a living. I was glad to have found him. The company is Admirals Lock & Safe. Owned by the husband and wife team of Les and Tami Moyer. Took a while, but they got it done. I highly recommend them!
Today is Fran Dixon’s birthday. Happy birthday, Fran! Thirty nine again!
Miss you and love you. Can’t wait for your return later in November.
English poet John Keats was born this day in 1795. Died at the age of 31 in Rome, Italy.
I had the rare privilege 35 years ago to accidently trip on his home where he died. It was in Rome, Italy. I was on a one month trip with my then wife, four children and parents. My wife and daughters were spending the day spending money on Rome’s most expensive street whose name escapes me. It runs down from the Spanish steps.
I was wandering around alone killing time. A three story building immediately next to the Steps caught my eye. i went to examine it. A small brass plaque next to the door read “John Keats.” I recalled the name from my English studies in college years earlier. An English poet who died at an early age.
The building was his memorial. I saw the room where he died. Next to it was a portion of his library of works. All under glass, of course.
A sheet of rumbled brown paper caught my eye. Actually the words written on it: “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” First read them in college.
Keats died at a young age. His talent not lost however. Exist all these years later and will into the future. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” is for the ages.
We have become one f–ked up country! Trump’s position on religion in a recent speech: “If you don’t like our religion, we don’t want you in our country and you are NOT getting in!”
Trump speaking up for Christion nationwide! Not freedom of religion in my book!
UAW auto strike has ended. Last deal made with Ford.
Enjoy your day!