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Main Entry: min·ion
Pronunciation: ˈmin-yən
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle French mignon darling
Date: circa 1500
1 : a servile dependent, follower, or underling
2 : one highly favored : idol
3 : a subordinate or petty official
The table is brimming with good things to eat;
We're surrounded by family and friends; what a treat. The feelings that fill us today can't be beat; It's Thanksgiving Day, and it all feels complete.
But other days, sometimes things don't seem so fine; Those days are not polished and don't seem to shine. It's then in our minds, we forget all the good, And think of the things we would get, if we could.
On days when our thinking causes dread,
If we could remember, it's all in our head,
And not let our minds take our gratitude away,
Then we'd make every day like Thanksgiving Day.
Thanksgiving is dead! Long live Christmas!
The gods of commerce called for the head of Thanksgiving, one of America's most important and original holidays, long ago - and the greedy, consuming public obliged.
We put aside giving thanks and bringing family together in order to take advantage of a good sale at the department store. Forget the turkey and dressing, pass me the sales papers.
It is amazing that we need three months to prepare for a one-day holiday. Now I can see you need a little extra shopping time for Hanukkah, since that lasts several days. But Christmas is just one day. And anway, it's not about buying gifts, is it?
I'm not sure anymore, it's been so long since anyone has shown me the true meaning of Christmas.
I'm still trying to hold on to November being the Thanksgiving month. You know, telling the family you're having the meal at your home, warming up the oven the night before for the turkey and dressing, getting the cranberry sauce ready, cleaning the house and breaking out the photo albums.
The grandparent would say the prayer before the meal, the family would eat and share stories. Dad would unbutton his britches and head for the Cowboy game would be blaring in the background. And for one day, all misunderstandings and squabbles would be put aside and the family would give thanks for what they had.
But things started to change about 15 years ago. The Christmas season started a little earlier one year; then earlier. And before you know it, after you put away the Halloween candy, boom - out come the Christmas decorations.
The second day of November this year, as I made my way to the grocery store, I actually saw some people in my neighborhood putting up their trees. I almost wrecked. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't get my window down fast enough to yell, "It's not even Thanksgiving yet!"
Oh, the Pilgrims are probably spinning in their graves. But what are you going to do?
Since this country lives and dies by the mighty dollar, you can't change the direction commerce has taken our hoilday spirit. But you can't give in either.
How about reminding those around you about Thanksgiving past? If someone tells you in November to have a happy holiday, say, "Thanks and you have a great THANKSGIVING too."
Above all, just don't forget what our early settlers meant when they invited the Native Americans over for that festival of food and camaraderie centuries ago. And what was the meaning of that first Thanksgiving? If you don't know by now, I guess you better get to that Christmas sale at the mall.
Hurry, you only have 37 days until Christmas.
They tell you that cutting your own firewood warms you twice. It's a lie, but it's a witty lie. It's one of those lies that has truth in its pocket; it's a lie because it's more than true, not less. Therefore, in reflecting on its deception, you can not only avoid error, you can also learn.
As anybody who has done it knows too well, cutting your own wood warms you not twice, but three, four, ten, twenty times. The implication that you work up a mild and pleasing heat in procuring a year's worth of fuel and then forget about firewood until you kindle a blaze to cheer a cold winter night is fanciful. The woodcutter each year pits himself against a level of mass, weight, and inertia that is truly gigantic. Indeed, assuming that you own a chainsaw, cutting your wood is the least of the job. The real work of getting your fuel is in moving the stuff from one place to another. You will lift and shift every stick. And again. And again. And then again. The warming you get from combustion of all this matter comes as an anticlimax.
Therefore, when an advocate of antique ways tries to float this warms-you-twice canard by you, reflect. Not all lies are untrue. Here, the lie isn't in what he's telling you, but in what he's not. If you fall from a great height into a vat of vegetable soup, you'll get a carrot in your ear. But you'll get more than that.
Energy Policy Act of 2005
Daylight Saving Time begins Sunday, March 11, 2007
Daylight Saving Time ends Sunday, November 6, 2007
According to the World Book of Facts, there are 6, 602, 224, 175 people in the world. Well, actually there were that many in July..who knows how many there are now.
So how come I can never get one of them on the phone anytime I want to talk to someone about billing or services for anything? You name it, they have a computer generated voice or a Web site designated to talk to me rather than a person.
I can't ask those things questions and I don't really trust them. I like people. I work with at least 50 every day and none of them run away screaming. Well, OK, I don't see them running away screaming.
My point is that I can talk to people and usually figure out what they need or what I need to solve the situation at hand. Case in point, I own a prepaid cell phone. I absolutely refuse to get into one of those contracts for phone service. I don't use the phone that often so there really isn't a need. The phone I own has to be loaded with minutes every so often. When I first bought the phone, that was an easy procedure. I dialed a few digits and a person came on line and talked to me about what I wanted.
Then the service became part of a bigger service and the person went away. They replaced the person with a fairly usable computer generated system. It took me about three extra minutes to do the whole process, but I could deal with it.
The next time I dialed for a reload, I heard directions to a Web site. First I had to find the Web site, then I had to create a bunch of passwords and other things that I now have to remember and pray that no hacker...well, hacks.
So, my question is: Where are all of the people? Will it really come down to a world where we never talk to one another because we are so busy talking to machines?
I hope not. I don't like machines. I don't trust them and I saw "I Robot". And, I don't know Will Smith so I am up a technical creek without a memory chip.
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Joe Perry took me Birthday shopping at Lord & Taylor's last night. Bought me one of those pretty sun dresses that flip out at the knees when you walk and makes your butt look real hot and shapely. We had a few drinks at some bar filled with lots of famous people that I haven't heard of and he asked me back to his place.
And then I woke up.
Damn.
Curses.
Looking for property in either county...3 br 2 ba, 1908 era homes and up with 2 to 5 acres, kinda' isolated. Somewhat like the Victorian Home here. Thanks
"Today at 5:35 p.m. my Mother told me She felt death inside her". It feels like an ache that won't go away, it's angry, it's scared, it doesn't care, then she concluded she would be glad when it is over then she would not be suffering anymore. I'm tired, "she says."
She gave me a 1954 [chu-chu-bag] box/purse she had since she was four years old. It has a family-tree story that goes with it too. I will treasure it forever. I suppose I am in the life-changing experience stage now, huh? I don't know when this will happen, I DO KNOW I WILL FEEL IT IN MY SLEEP. I see myself waking.
