Povey Prattle

The big yellowy/green blob from my leaking shaving cream can is getting ready to take over my house.

My neighbour  "x"  who has been close to death twice in recent months was discharged from the hospital today. She was sent home from the hospital by taxi. She can barely walk. I first knew about this when the taxi driver rapped on my door and asked if I had a key to my neighbour's home.  I did not. Thanks to the great cooperation of the taxi driver (a patient saint indeed), and the president of our condo association, we were able to move "x"  into the coolness of our clubhouse until we were able to get to the spare door key which is held (in a safe) in our clubhouse office. All this involved three mad dashes in my car. In the last journey the condo association president and I drove "x"  back to her home from the clubhouse and opened the door.  (The first task was  to clear out a ton of mail which was making it almost impossible to push the door open. This mail pile included many unpaid bills). I have never seen such a messy house.  What'...

The modern oppression of the poor    is nothing new.  Here is a protest from the New Testament letter of  James  (First or Second Centuries A.D.) James 5 5 Come now, you rich people, weep and wail for the miseries that are coming to you.  2 Your riches have rotted, and your clothes are moth-eaten.  3 Your gold and silver have rusted, and their rust will be evidence against you, and it will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid up treasure *  for the last days.  4 Listen! The wages of the labourers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, cry out, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts.  5 You have lived on the earth in luxury and in pleasure; you have fattened your hearts on a day of slaughter.  6 You have condemned and murdered the righteous one, who does not resist you.

The modern oppression of the poor   is nothing new. In the 14th Century a  Church of England Priest named John Ball raised this question: When  Adam  delved and Eve span,  Who was then the  gentleman ? John Ball went on to say:  "F rom the beginning all men by nature were created alike, and our bondage or servitude came in by the unjust oppression of naughty men. For if God would have had any bondmen from the beginning, he would have appointed who should be bond, and who free. And therefore I exhort you to consider that now the time is come, appointed to us by God, in which ye may (if ye will) cast off the yoke of bondage, and recover liberty." See     http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Ball_(priest)

My first cousin Chris, with his wife Susan and their daughter Gracie have recently been on holiday in the Torbay area of England. Chris took this great photo' (just a few days ago) Beauty I am fairly certain that the steam train is operated by http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dartmouth_Steam_Railway .....  and it is a cool photo' ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My "cousin by marriage" Kippy Altini lives on Staten Island, N.Y.  but she hails from Newfoundland. She recently posted this creative and amusing picture of Newfie art -   "What to do with old rubber boots" And the boots

"Early to bed and early to rise".    That's me. I am healthy, I am not wealthy, and I am by no means wise. I am most often in bed by 8:00 p.m. (sometimes as early as 7:00).. A late night for me is 9:30 p.m..  And I sleep well  (often through the night with nary a bathroom trip). So, I am up early:   4:30 a.m. is the norm. Senior cat Ada knows this. She lets out one load miaow outside my bedroom door at precisely 4:30.  If I need 10 or so extra minutes of shut-eye I call out "oh go away"  and she does. But if I choose to  arise, both cats and my dog "know it". They know my routine .   First  I take a trip to the bathroom.  Then I  turn the computer on.  Next I make my bed, and have a second bathroom trip. Throughout this routine the cats are waiting patiently outside my bedroom door. When I open it, Penne comes bounding and singing towards me, ready for her early morning half-biscuit. As I move to the kit...