Isabella Bird Miscellany

One of Dad's duties: driving the Army Chaplin Time passes; our memories wear away.  So I’m scribbling memories on paper to file them in boxes in my mind. Friday marks an indelible day.  It’s when my Dad left his earth suit.  He’d been living with congestive heart failure for a number of years.  We were never totally surprised to receive the “Dad’s been transported to the hospital” phone call.  This was just another of th0se occasions.  Visiting at the hospital, Dad looked fine or at least a fine as you can with IVs and monitors.  We joked and he gave the nurses a hard time.  He enjoyed the teasing banter. Memorial Day weekend was our annual slog to go camping in Central Oregon.  My brother and I decided we were going to stay home.  It just made sense, Dad was in the hospital.  Uh, oh…Dad was fit to be tied.  He told us we were not to change our plans.  If we didn’t go camping, he’d give us the what for....

Can you say eclectic? Snapping haphazard photos is a thing of mine.   I shot this sign because it was so utterly random.  It’s strange, but smile worthy and stirs the brain.    Straight away the Sesame Street ditty “One of these things is not like the other.  One of these things just doesn’t belong…” came to mind.  Come to think about it, none of the items are like the other.  With more than slight hesitation, you are probably wondering where I’m going…I am too.  The Zombies - She's Not There Staring at the picture until my eyes almost crossed, it dawned on me that it represents different people, times or seasons in our lives.  Sometimes we walk around like zombie dolls.  We’re not dead, just mostly dead; going through the motions of participating, but it’s a hollow, not-real existence.  The fortunate thing is that our arms are out in front of us (we’ve seen the zombie walk) so if we do start to fall our han...

What are you lookin' at? Popping on the proverbial rose-colored glasses, tints the world in a hazy, but cheerful shade.  It’s a dreamy, flower child, tiptoeing-through-the-tulips, with the wind blowing your hair outlook.   I wear those aviators frequently.   Every so often, I want something catawampus.  That’s when I decide to don the lesser known fisheye-goggles. Sporting these beauties warps your world view.  Everything takes on a bubbly, distorted, looped appearance.  Tipping your head around creates tracers only previously experienced by trippers.  Cool stuff without the druggy side effects.  Catch a quick glimpse of what I’m talking about by taking a “selfie” with your phone.  Check out how contorted your face appears.  That’s what I’m talking about, the world with fisheye-googles!  " A cheerful heart brings a smile to your face…"   Proverbs 15:13 Ok, squashing all insanely outrageous ideas, ...

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