Whizdum from the Master
Things are getting very tough all over, and a lot of
different groups are pitching in to help others….
Did you hear about the Zen food drive?
Yeah, it’s called “Om nom nom nom…”
Aspie On, Y’all
Master Aspie Dave
Of Cabbages and Kings
I am mourning for a woman I never met. And yet I felt a connection to her, and I don't think I'm alone in that. We were distantly related, some would say so distantly that it is irrelevant, but it made a difference to me. Elizabeth Regina, Second of Her Name... and yes some of my ancestry traces back to the Plantagenets so I was serious about being "family" in a sense. An intelligent woman. A woman of class and probity. A woman who held great power but was delicate in the use of power. A woman with a lively sense of humor and an abiding love for animals. A brave woman who served in wartime, driving ambulances. A woman with an incredibly difficult job and an increasingly disrupted family who nevertheless managed to handle the situation with class. Yes, we all know those things, and we all know who she was and what she did, but why does her passing leave us feeling a bit empty? Perhaps it's because she has always just BEEN there. To have managed 96 year
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