18 July, 2013 What are the odds…
Forgive this experimental post (please!).
I’m learning new WordPress features. Learning how to insert a triptych. After a fashion. The first is of my cat lounging on my bed. His name is Dash. He likes high places (e.g. the bed) because the dogs don’t go there. By the way, with my triptychs, you can click on the individual pictures and they become much larger:
Back to where I began this post:
If you know me you’ve heard me use that expression (What are the odds…) before; I’m sure I overuse it. Also a friend tells me I sometimes tell a story “the Talumudic way,” e.g. make a short story long. What can I say.
Anyway, when we were young and living in Maryland we were visited regularly by our Aunt Kathleen from New York. From Manhattan really, and although she was born in the late 1800’s in northern Kansas she always seemed like a pure Manhattanite to me. She still does. She died in 1990 but I knew her relatively well growing up. As a graduation present from eighth grade – this would have been 1974 or 1975 – I got to go to New York and stay with her for a week. She was a reporter at the United Nations and lived across the street from Dag Hammarskjold Plaza in Manhattan. We walked over to the UN one day and she showed me around. The little headphones that UN representatives could listen in on and have speeches translated into their native tongue. She wrote a book that was at our house throughout my childhood and I never read it! So – getting to the “what are the odds” part – I looked it up and found it used on Amazon! It was published in 1954. But that is not odd – you can find anything on Amazon. I’ll insert first a picture of the cover:
Then the back of the book:
But now (finally) to the “what are the odds” part. The book arrives in my mailbox in July of 2013 and I find this inscription:
So when she wrote that, my Dad was nineteen years old. It was six years before I’d even be born. She was in her middle fifties. After she wrote that my Mom and Dad would get married, my brothers and sisters and I would be born, I’d spend several Christmas vacations with her at our home, etc., etc., – and fifty-eight years later it comes to my house. So, so cool. Anyway. What can I say.
One more triptych, this one a few cloud shots I’ve taken recently. I’m reading a lot about weather and these are just lovely:
Wait – one more thing to add – a video by a band called The Orb: “Little Fluffy Clouds”
I have lots to learn about triptychs. One more plain picture (kind of a cool one) then a quick story then I’m off! Got this nice shot at PP on Tuesday morning:
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I’ve mentioned my counseling teacher Moe. And that he often spoke and taught in parables. He told us one early on that guides me still.
A man was walking along a rice paddy and he saw a horse standing in the water eating the plants. He knew it shouldn’t be there and he shooed it up on the path. No halter or bridle or harness or brand or identifying feature. The man encouraged the horse to walk and it did. They’d come to a fork in the path and the horse would choose one direction and the man would follow. Occasionally it would wander back into the rice paddy. The man coaxed it back to the path and it walked again. This went on for some time – the horse choosing paths, stopping to eat, being coaxed to move forward again. Shortly they rounded a corner and there was an open gate. The horse walked through the gate and started down the path. A man ran out of the house and cried “how can I ever thank you – you brought my lost horse home! How did you ever find us?” The man who found the horse said “He knew where he had to go – I just helped him stay on the path.”
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Moe was a good guy. I was fortunate to have him on my path.
Have a great day,