Weedvillian Walker: Self timer

Friday, October 12, 2007

Self timer

I had fun tonight playing with the tri pod and self timer for the camera. Never knew how to use it before, but John showed me this morning, here is a picture of me taken after work. I've been sitting here a while now and I really need to get busy. We had a busy day at work and it was late when i got out. Late when I got home too, had to go to the bank and wanted to stop at walmart for a few things including gingko biloba, want to see if it will help improve my memory. think I'm going to go get the summer clothes put away and the winter ones out. God, I hate that chore, never mind so much getting the summer ones out but this stinks. Want it done in time to relax a bit, so need to get moving. Today was Susan's last day at the store, were all going to miss her a lot. We celebrated with pizza and pumpkin desserts for her last day.

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown