The best birthday card I've ever gotten! Which reminds me...I'm re-reading "A Song of Ice & Fire" which GoT is based off. I just read this sentence in book 2 (A Clash of Kings)
“Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?” “Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked. “He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.”
It's easy to see now looking back from book 5 - Jon Snow is the embodiment of ice & fire by his parentage - Lyanna Stark of Winterfell & Prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen.
The storylines are blurring between the long books and the tv series, so I may have this idea wrong, but I think all along Jon has been the hero and centerpiece of the story. He's the only one who is good at his core, with no personal agenda, always trying to do the right thing. Every other main character are shades of gray - not totally bad, not always good. Jon Snow is true hero material.
And speaking of birthdays -- this gorgeous bouquet was delivered to my office from my own "moon and stars." The note says "Thanks for tying my shoes. Happy Birthday!" Yes, August was an eventful month. My husband sustained a serious injury & his hand was in a cast for 6 weeks. It was a month full of good news, drama, expenses & inconveniences - but we made it through!
I've been doing some real estate photography. Every once in awhile a house will have an interesting or whimsical feature.
One perfect summer morning, I took Khali for a convertible ride to one of our favorite walking spots. I think she liked it!
This is my good luck row at WalterMart. I don't know exactly but I'd say 95% of the time, I find an empty spot in this row close to the door. It goes along with the repeating number patterns I seem to experience of late. I think that's supposed to be a good thing; although some say it's also a warning to be extra alert.
When hubby & I worked at the same office, one of our favorite pastimes was to go for coffee on Tuesdays at B&N. We would decompress from the stressful day (Tuesdays were always high octane in that office), share news & gossip, and browse the books and magazines. Since we're working at different places now, our schedules don't accommodate this very often. So on this early fall, rainy Sunday, we enjoyed an hour like old times.
It's very cool to be browsing the magazine racks and open one to see your doll on the cover of a mag being advertised!
Speaking of browsing, I saw two new books at B&N and both had the *F-bomb* in the title. (Come to think of it, they were both cookbooks. What does that say about cooking?)
Of course it was disguised with splotches & other marks, but the meaning was quite clear. Which led me to this mindstreaming... why does that word hold so much power? Even though it's pretty much gone mainstream in the public vocabulary, with even the most highly educated professionals generously using it, it still holds enough shock value to be considered quite vulgar in everyday conversation. Why aren't the other synonyms considered that bad? With more & more people using this wordbomb, will it weaken its shock 'n awe effect?
I further mindstreamed on the power of A Word.
If a one-syllable obscenity holds so much weight, what about positive words? Imagine what they can do?
And if a positive verb or adjective has power, then what can a NAME do? Names carry deep & profound meaning in ancient cultures. And there is one special name that is above all others in the universe. It has the power to create, to heal, to love, and to save.
Well, I've come to the end of my Sunday mindstreaming. Here's one last pic from my phone. We had a lovely shower this afternoon and it gave us a beautiful rainbow directly east of our house. (grrr too bad the rooftop of the school had to be in the shot, but I do like the American flag flying at the end of the rainbow!)
PS: I forgot something I wanted to include here! How appropriate, because it's on the subject of getting old! Saturday night we were invited to a gathering of people we've known for going on 20 years. Most of us are age 50+. This group has prayed together, worshiped together, shared meals, good times and sad times and in the process, are aging together. One man recently had a second heart surgery. My husband told exaggerated tales of his hand injury/surgery. Another has a retina problem; one had a knee replacement, and there were assorted other comparisons of aches & pains. On the way home, I thought about how our conversation has changed. I used to wonder why old people got together & talked so much about their ailments. Now I get it! It's actually a group of 35 year olds wondering what the heck is happening to their bodies and looking to each other for reassurance. In our minds, we're still young, so these pings & pangs are mysterious and sometimes a little frightening. Senior friends are, in reality, a support group helping each other navigate this 3rd Act in the theater we call Life. It's true what they say - "old age ain't for sissies!"
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