The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.
David Lawrence
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My house mates are nice people, two men and one woman, Patrick, Dan and Leslie. I hardly ever see them, but when I do they are always friendly. None of them have ever come up to visit except when Patrick came to try to fix my computer many months ago.
They visit each other but they don't invite me over. Why should they after all, they are all younger and I'm the old loon who lives in the attic, something out of a Dickens novel. I like that idea.
I have made invitations to my blog and email buddies to sit on my porch, enjoy a walk by the river, dine on our local Italian cuisine. Sometimes people say they will come and see me, but they don't. The only one who did was Just Plain Bill, who unfortunately passed from us a short time ago. But Bill and I had some fun, good conversation, drinks and dinner. I miss him.
The last person to come here was a former friend who tried to frighten me with tales of my imminent physical and mental disintegration and thus to leverage me out of my happy home into a nursing facility. Thank goodness that didn't happen. As the song says "I got through all of last year, and I'm here."
I figured that if the humans don't want to come and visit me maybe my feathered neighbors will be happy to be my company. So yesterday I bought a bird feeder and a huge, heavy bucket of wild bird seed. I got a lot of advice from the ladies at Walmart as to installing and tending it. Birds are lofty ideas who are intent on life and earnest communicators of a beauty and wisdom all their own.
Now today I have to figure out a way of mounting it so the squirrels don't get to the bird food and the cats don't get the birds.
Wish me luck.
DB
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WINTER QUESTION
(This is not a contest)
What was the most significant event that happened in 2010?
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Only 7 responses so far. Winter is almost over. What's your answer?
DB
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Saturday, September 25, 2010
The Life Of Jane
For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
David Lawrence
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Among my other moldy piles of regrets, I rue the hours I spent watching aimless, inane television programs because I couldn't find anything better to do. It was before the days of the science and history channels and the banquets served up by the networks were of feeble fare.
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Years ago, when I was a teenager, I met a young woman named Jane. She had a particular physical problem, I don't know what it was, I wasn't interested in knowing, that confined her to what resembled a large baby carriage. When she was awake she was unable to control her arms and legs. They would continually move in a twisting manner. She was always well dressed (I never asked her about that), she had a pleasant face, with bright eyes, a pretty smile and a focused mind..
I would sometimes stop by for a visit on my way home from school. I enjoyed sitting by her crib and having a talk. I don't know how she got her learning, probably partly from asking pertinent questions, but she seemed to know a lot about almost everything. Our conversations were always pleasant and interesting.
She lived in a nice home with her parents and, I think, some siblings. Whenever she went out she had to be pushed in her conveyance, or carried. But her parents were determined she wasn't going to miss out on life just because she couldn't take care of herself.
After high school we moved away and I never saw her again. A few years later I heard that she got married which didn't surprise me in the least. She was one of the most vividly alive people I ever knew.
Who doesn't have problems in life? There is an army of things lined up in rank and file to deprive us of our vitality and joy. People like Jane are a lesson in life, as are people like Helen Keller and Stephen Hawking, and all ordinary people who live the supreme triumph of full lives no matter what.
DB - The Vagabond
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WEEKEND PUZZLE
You're at the end of a dark tunnel.. There is no turning back. The way out is through one of three doors. Behind the first door is a pack of fierce hungry tigers that haven't been fed in a month. Behind the second door is a raging fire. In front of the door is a large bucket of clear liquid which is either water or gasoline. Behind the third door are a bunch of assassins with daggers, swoon to kill anyone who opens the door but they are all blindfolded. Once you open one of the doors you can't close it and change your mind.
Which door do you choose? Why?
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DB
David Lawrence
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Among my other moldy piles of regrets, I rue the hours I spent watching aimless, inane television programs because I couldn't find anything better to do. It was before the days of the science and history channels and the banquets served up by the networks were of feeble fare.
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Years ago, when I was a teenager, I met a young woman named Jane. She had a particular physical problem, I don't know what it was, I wasn't interested in knowing, that confined her to what resembled a large baby carriage. When she was awake she was unable to control her arms and legs. They would continually move in a twisting manner. She was always well dressed (I never asked her about that), she had a pleasant face, with bright eyes, a pretty smile and a focused mind..
I would sometimes stop by for a visit on my way home from school. I enjoyed sitting by her crib and having a talk. I don't know how she got her learning, probably partly from asking pertinent questions, but she seemed to know a lot about almost everything. Our conversations were always pleasant and interesting.
She lived in a nice home with her parents and, I think, some siblings. Whenever she went out she had to be pushed in her conveyance, or carried. But her parents were determined she wasn't going to miss out on life just because she couldn't take care of herself.
After high school we moved away and I never saw her again. A few years later I heard that she got married which didn't surprise me in the least. She was one of the most vividly alive people I ever knew.
Who doesn't have problems in life? There is an army of things lined up in rank and file to deprive us of our vitality and joy. People like Jane are a lesson in life, as are people like Helen Keller and Stephen Hawking, and all ordinary people who live the supreme triumph of full lives no matter what.
DB - The Vagabond
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WEEKEND PUZZLE
You're at the end of a dark tunnel.. There is no turning back. The way out is through one of three doors. Behind the first door is a pack of fierce hungry tigers that haven't been fed in a month. Behind the second door is a raging fire. In front of the door is a large bucket of clear liquid which is either water or gasoline. Behind the third door are a bunch of assassins with daggers, swoon to kill anyone who opens the door but they are all blindfolded. Once you open one of the doors you can't close it and change your mind.
Which door do you choose? Why?
dbdacoba@aol.com
DB
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