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| Yes, that's a peach tree blossom! |
Just before the freezing temps, ice, and snow arrived last weekend, Arne and I were stunned to find several of the trees in my peach orchard were budding and blooming. Not good. I was somewhat comforted by the fact that rain came first last weekend - before it turned to ice. This means the trees were soaked, and this actually provides protection. I learned this from my Dad. If he found trees budding and knew there was a hard freeze coming with no rain in sight, he'd actually go out in the orchard with the water hoses and water all the trees down. This weekend I inspected the buds and, I'm happy to say, they looked fine. I then grabbed my two pairs of pruners for my annual attack on the peach trees. Two-handed I get going - clip, snip, clip. It's important to remove all the little sprigs that pop up along the bigger limbs, and remove all the down-pointing sprigs. One might think this is harsh - removing even sprigs with buds on them. But this is essential if one wants the trees to produce larger peaches.
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| Arne got to enjoy the white landscape. |
"The Universal Christ"
by Fr. Richard Rohr.
I am especially loving how well this ties into my university and seminary learnings - particularly the evolutionary thought of Fr. Teilhard de Chardin and, later, my studies in process theology.
Melinda Gates is quoted as saying about "The Universal Christ,"
"Fr. Richard challenges us to search beneath the surface of our faith and see what is sacred in everyone and everything..."
And U2's frontman Bono wrote,
"Rohr see Christ everywhere, and not just in people. He reminds us that the first incarnation of God is in Creation itself, and he tells us that 'God loves things by becoming them.' Just for that sentence, and there are so many more, I could not put this book down."
Brian D. McLaren writes in the Forward,
"Yes, bad religion can hurt you -- you've probably witnessed how bad religion has hurt people around you who happen to be practicing bad religion. But good religion can help you - really help you, even save your life and our world's future, especially at a time when bad religion is currently running the show.
Fr. Richard Rohr's life has been dedicated to articulating, advocating, and embodying good religion and good theology - theology that helps us create a better future... When you immerse yourself in the chapters of this book, you will be invited to see the Christian faith in a radically new and fresh way.
... Even more important, you'll be invited to look at life and the universe differently."
In Rohr's Preface, he writes about
a 20th-century mystic named Caryll Houselander who described how an ordinary underground train journey through London transformed into a vision on Saturday morning that changed her life. In this "vision" she suddenly "saw Christ in everyone." She began her ministry after that vision, emphasizing her "realization of oneness," that "every kind of life has meaning," and that "every life has an influence on every other kind of life that exists in God's created order."
Rohr spends a few paragraphs explaining how,
in the Great Schism of 1054, the western church lost something that the eastern orthodox churches maintained - and that is the true meaning of "the Christ." The West gradually limited the Divine Presence (the idea of Christ incarnate) to the single body of Jesus, "when, in fact, it is as ubiquitous as Light itself - and uncircumscribable by human boundaries."
He then ties this important distinction between the historical Jesus of Nazareth, the man, and the notion of "the Christ" to the Gospel of John 1:1-14,
"He was not that Light, but was sent to bear witness of that Light..."
Rohr asks,
"What if Christ is not Jesus' last name (as some seem to think) but rather the transcendent within of every "thing" in the universe?"
G.K. Chesterton once wrote,
"Your religion is not the church you belong to, but the cosmos you live inside of."
Rohr expands on this by reminding us that the essential function of religion is to radically connect us with everything - material and spiritual. (Re-ligio = to re-ligament or reconnect.) Truly enlightened people see the oneness of the universe because they look out from oneness, instead of labeling everything as superior or inferior, in or out.
If you think you are privately "saved" or enlightened, then you are neither. A cosmic notion of Christ competes with and excludes no one. Rather, it includes everyone and everything (Acts 10:15, 34)
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Saturday, Jan. 10
After a very long day at work, I was glad to get home and find my new book had arrived. I've been eagerly anticipating this one.
A little background:At one of the lowest times in my life, finding myself in a terrible place and surrounded by frightening circumstances -- I discovered Father Richard Rohr. Someone struggling to survive in the same challenging environment as myself handed me Rohr's
"Falling Upward:
A Spirituality for the Two Halves Of Life" [2011]
in which Rohr seeks to help readers understand the tasks of the two halves of life and to show them that those who have fallen, failed, or "gone down" are the only ones who can understand and/or fully appreciate "being raised up."
Most of us tend to think of the second half of life as largely about getting old, dealing with health issues, and letting go of life, but the whole thesis of this book is exactly the opposite. What looks like falling down can largely be experienced as "falling upward." In fact, it is not a loss but actually a gain.
This important book explores the counterintuitive message that we grow spiritually much more by having done wrong and fallen, than by doing right and never having experienced great loss - and explains why the second half of life can and should be full of spiritual richness.
This book provided me hope in that place I was at, and even today I turn to it regularly before turning in at night.
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The Universal Christ" [2019].
The book has not been without controversy, unsurprisingly. And yet, having only read the synopsis about it and seen Rohr interviewed about the book, I am sure my own spiritual beliefs and understanding of "Jesus" and "Christ" are aligned to his definitions.
Rohr presents a nondual understanding of Jesus by distinguishing between Jesus (the historical figure) and Christ (the divine presence that permeates all of creation).
And I say, Amen to that.
"The Universal Christ" is Amazon's number-one book in both Christology and Christian ethics, was featured in Oprah's book club, and it was blurbed by U2 singer Bono. And now I'm really looking forward to reading it!
Richard Rohr (right), a prominent Franciscan friar and spiritual teacher, met with Pope Francis (left) in 2022, receiving direct encouragement from the Pope to continue his work on contemplative spirituality and Christian mysticism to renew Christianity, heal the world, and transform human relationships. Rohr deeply admires Pope Francis, viewing him as a prophetic figure who embodies the spirit of Francis of Assisi and is bringing about a significant, much-needed renewal within the Catholic Church.
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Saturday, Jan. 3
Chad came over with his bike. We parked my truck at Willis Creek Park and went on a bike ride. There were quite a few people enjoying the day and/or weekend camping at the park.
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| Picnic area at Willis Creek Park |
I no longer like cycling near heavy car traffic. I was very pleased he came out here to ride this time.
We rode on the little trafficked country roads extending around Willis Creek.
It was a very windy day, however, and I was struggling so we kept our ride short this time - only 11 miles. But I sure did need the ride -- particularly after all that bad stuff I never eat nonetheless made it into my mouth over the holidays.
We threw together a yummy late lunch. I tossed steamed kale with some balsamic vinegar and topped with feta crumbles. He made a scrumptious hummus in the blender (see recipe here).
We watched "Greenland" with Gerard Butler on Amazon Prime and thought it was very entertaining.
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NEW YEAR'S Eve / Day
At work on New Year's Eve I was delighted to find I'd not only got a nice year-end bonus in my paycheck, I'd also received a wage increase. Yay! This will certainly help with property taxes and other expenses.
and then I stopped at Homo Depot on my way home to pick up the three new pots I've been needing for three matching succulents in need of re-potting into something larger for their extensive root systems. I also picked up three new HVAC filters for my home and the two rentals.
New Years Day was blissful solitude with my Arne. We rose late and began our stretching exercises on the floor (this always includes a bit of tug-o-war with the rope toy, dragging one another across the floor). I had my sprouted, steel-cut Oats for breakfast topped with blueberries and maple granola crumbles.
After breakfast Arne and I enjoyed outside activities. We cleaned and refilled Walter and Ralph' water troughs, filled all the outdoor bird feeders, changed out the lithium batteries in the Blink cameras, watered plants on both patios, pruned some shrubs and tree limbs, sprayed WD-40 on the front gate's arm that was squealing, put new flyers in the brochure stand out front reflecting the
and then gave the backyard TuffShed a thorough cleaning before pulling out my bike and giving it a little TLC maintenance. Chad's coming over this weekend for a ride so I wanted to make sure my tires were looking good.
Whew! Exhausted after doing all of that.
Time for the Black-Eye Peas! 
OMG - I outdid myself this year.
These were so good and, of course, I prepared a side of cornbread. Arne and I were in hog-heaven! We watched a couple of our favorite episodes of our favorite Agatha Christie detectives - one episode each of Poirot and Miss Marple - before taking a 2-hour nap.
The evening included more black-eye peas and prepping my work lunch with them for tomorrow.
2026
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2025
CHRISTMAS DAY
I then had a wonderful day with Arne. We began with the annual ritual of him ripping into his stocking while "Jingle Bells" plays in the background. The green crocodile, a toy he picked out himself at PetSmart two weeks ago, was a big hit! 
He also got lots of treats - including a package of 6 peanut butter snowmen that he finished off. My fault entirely. I was not paying attention to him surreptitiously taking it with him when I let him out for a potty break. Sneaky little rascal! Devoured the entire package on the back patio, leaving not a crumb!
It was a balmy 80 degrees this Christmas -- a perfect day to wash the truck and vacuum it! Arne helped by a.) dragging one of the floormats away where Daddy couldn't locate it for an hour; b.) darting into the spray each time Daddy fired up the water hose nozzle; c.) tipping over Daddy's bucket of soapy water; and d.) shredding Daddy's new chamois before Daddy had a chance to dry his truck with it.
First chore - throwing Arne into the shower and trying out his new peppermint doggie shampoo (see pic at right). He came out silky soft, too!
In the kitchen, after Daddy popped open a new bottle of his favorite sparkling cider, Arne and I made our favorite buttermilk biscuits, followed by a huge batch of spaghetti I created with ground turkey.
My sauce was amazing. I sauteed my chopped up leeks, mushrooms, carrots, small red peppers, and garlic first. Later, I added them to the browned ground turkey along with fresh chopped oregano and diced tomatoes. I added two jars of Roasted Garlic pasta sauce and let the meat sauce simmer for some time. Yummy!
I also made mashed Yukon Gold potatoes with spicy dijon mustard, and a huge batch of kale that I tossed in balsamic vinegar.
We watched three episodes of a new mystery series on BritBox before turning in early with the Nook. I'm reading the complete collection of Father Brown mysteries by G. K. Chesterton. I selected some lovely chorale music to play on my JBL speaker, and Arne smelled so good while resting his head on my chest.
Definitely a great Christmas! Arne and I hope yours was as well!
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Tuesday, Dec. 23
Chad, Joe and I went to see an excellent movie this afternoon
and I highly recommend it to you all. It’s
about a true historical event, one that is so important to never
forget.
The setting is the smoldering aftermath in Germany following the end of World War II, the world's attention is focused on the city of Nuremberg as the American military and its Allies, along with international media, gather courageously for a reckoning unlike anything in history.
The central character is a U.S. Army psychiatrist, Douglas
Kelley (played by Rami Malek), who has been assigned to evaluate the
high-ranking Nazi prisoners. His greatest challenge: Hermann Göring (Russell
Crowe), who was the second most powerful official in Nazi Germany aside from
Adolf Hitler (who had already committed suicide during the Allied invasion of Berlin). With Hitler dead, the U.S. and our Allies make it clear they intend to make
The conversations between Kelley and Göring are chilling –
and, wow, have much to say about the current authoritarian regime we are living
through, an examination of the dangers of unchecked power, political manipulation, and the
unsettling normalcy that develops in people who blithely ignore the accelerating hate speech of their leaders.
Meanwhile, the star U.S. Prosecutor who is orchestrating this first
ever international criminal court is Justice Robert H. Jackson (played by John
Slattery). He and his team work under crushing pressure to build a legal case
that the world has never seen — one that will henceforth define genocide,
establish international law, and determine whether justice can truly rise from
the ruins of war. (After his meticulous work building the case against the Nazis, Jackson will return to the U.S. and be appointed to the U.S. Supreme Court)
It is well worth your time to sit through this movie and pay careful attention to the words of Kelley (particularly his comments at the conclusion of the movie) and the frightening words of the egotistical, charismatic leader Göring.
Nuremberg blends the intensity of a great courtroom drama with
psychological thriller elements, revealing the human struggle behind a moment
that changed our global justice system forever. It is a stark reminder to us of the cost
of silence in times of political corruption and what happens when we sit idly by during the rise of racist ideologies in our midst — as well as the fragile hope that can emerge in such times when humanity chooses accountability over fear.
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My dinner guest this evening was my wonderful friend of many years, Jan Pickett Rich.
I made my Chicken Scampi on Angel Hair Pasta, a side of buttery broccoli crowns, and salad.
After dinner, we watched a movie, and midway through it I served us slices of Chocolate Truffle Cheesecake. I garnished the plate with squares of salty dark chocolate. I enjoyed my slice with a cup of Rooibus hot tea, and Jan had a cup of Peach-Ginger-Tumeric hot tea.
Jan and I reminisced about the old days in Granger when she and her late husband Denny lived on Main. These two New Yorkers came down to my small hometown, bought the old Bartosh saloon and transformed it into a chic urban loft. It was such a breath of fresh air on a Main Street lined with abandoned old buildings. I loved being invited to their gatherings and meeting the artsy types. Denny, an SU alum, was an artist and Jan was a nurse. While I attended SU, she was nurse there.
This prized antique, dating to the 19th century, is now in my display cabinet and will be something I will always cherish from someone who has always been so special to me.
Dwight's 65th B'day; Dec. 13
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| Dwight, avid fisher of men. |
(being goofy with his fish in the pic),
has turned 65
-- and I simply can't believe this is happening.
65?! Dear me, life is happening too fast.
It seems to me that it was only yesterday we were driving through fields of sunflowers in the Andalusia region of Spain, climbing up to the castle in Sintra Portugal, and admiring the spires of Prague's St. Vitus Cathedral while making a late evening stroll across Karlov Most. Yet, now I realize that was 25 years ago. Those were great times, and now such treasured memories.
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| Dwight at 3. |
Saturday, the 13th, he and his new partner, Vincent (whom I adore), threw a magnificent party at their Travis Heights home -- which they've recently done a splendid remodel job on.
There was an amazing turnout for the celebration, and it was so great seeing so many of the old gang. The food that was laid out was so beautifully done. Throughout his many years in Austin, Dwight consistently put on some of the most memorable dinner parties.
Here's to you Dwightums! All the best to you and many happy returns!
Do you, like me,
have a Sunday ritual
prepping for
the work week?
and
- The Smoothie
A full Ninja pitcher supplies me with
5 days worth of daily 8oz shotsCONTENTS: 2 c. blueberries, 2 Grapefruits, 1 sm ziploc bag of my own frozen sliced peaches, unsweetened applesauce, unsweetened organic 100% cranberry juice, apple cider vinegar, matcha, whey protein, flax seed, honey.
- The Buttermilk Biscuits
After kneading, the dough is carefully cut with my trusty circle cutter before baking in order to produce exactly 11 -- for my 2 daily, eaten during my morning commute. And, if you were paying attention, you know there was one set aside - it goes to Arne.
Two tossed into toaster oven each morning. I slowly savor their buttery and floury texture along with the preserves I spread on their warm tops while I am listening to my podcast on my journey into work.
- The Meal Prep
I prepare a casserole, big batch of spaghetti, salmon portions, tunafish or, in winter, my various Instapot soups. Whichever it is, trust me, it includes Kale. Always, always, the Kale must be involved! Arne and I have a ritual saying in the kitchen. You've heard of "Release the Kraken!" He loves it when big daddy roars, "Release the Kale!"
Sigh, guess you have to be there.
The Meal Prep this Sunday:
Vegetable Soup containing
chickpeas, cauliflower, zucchini squash,
and, you guessed it, loads of kale.
Each daily serving gets sprinkled
with feta crumbles.
When microwaved at the office,
it melts nicely into the broth. - The Tea
Large pitcher preparation of loose black and [Gunpowder] Green tea leaves, that will resupply my thermos for the next five mornings. I drink this energizing and organic simplicity all afternoon.
It was still pretty chilly and wet in the morning so I intentionally took my time preparing. This entails pulling the flatbed trailer out of my pasture and ensuring it's ready to get on the road. I found one of the tail lamps had a loose connection so I worked on resolving that issue with some trusty electrical tape. Then found the tires low in pressure. The cold temps were a contributing factor, but still way under recommended PSI. So I pulled out my electric air pump and took care of that and the mower's tires as well. I grabbed the edger and blower and gas cans and threw those on the trailer before grabbing my final items from the house - couple of granola bars, my green tea, face mask and safety goggles - and I blasted off.
Later in the evening, Arne and I put up our small Christmas tree on the credenza.
See pic on our Holidays 2025 photo page.
(see my "Fall Recipes" here)
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Sat. - Sun., November 22-23
yes indeed,
the slow evolution of the holiday lights
began this weekend.
After Mom passed away in 2023, the past two years I set up an 8 ft. Christmas Tree on my front patio done solely in red, Mom's favorite color, in memory of her. Passerbys sent me very nice compliments on the red tree that could be seen a mile away!
Not doing it this year. This year my nod to Mom will be represented by a large red-lit bow set before a trio of planters, each with a cedar bedecked in green lights.
I also started, not finished, my white fairy lights in the tree canopy over my back patio.
[See 2025 Holiday Lights, Decor, &
Gatherings as they evolve]
While visiting with them Margaret shared her Catholic tradition of St. Joseph with me as she knew I was trying to sell my place. It was very kind of her. I especially like the prayer card that was included with my little Joseph statue.
I did ask her if it would be okay that I did not bury this "head of the royal household," aka father of Jesus Christ, in my front yard (for fear of being struck down by lightning) and, instead, kept him inside near my front door? She said she thought that would be fine and equally effective in securing my sale.
Later, out at the church cemetery, Jan and I fulfilled our mission to bring a little Buddha to our old friend, St. Dan.
Sunday evening, I browsed the web looking for a holiday side dish that I might bring to the family Christmas next month. I ran to the grocery store to get all the ingredients and threw it together.
It passed the test, definitely going to bring this great Holiday Slaw! You should give it a try, I've posted it at Terry's Recipes.
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Thursday, November 20
an unhappy Arne.
We co-exist in a home the size of a studio apartment. As if the bathroom wasn't small enough, I have Arne's kennel in this space. He knows this is his place when Daddy is entertaining a guest (or guests) and obediently walks into it. I toss him a treat and shut the gate.
Apparently, Daddy exceeded his allotted time for personal gratification with others and should have returned his attentions to Arne much sooner.
So miffed was he at me that when it finally was our bedtime, there were no snuggles or cuddles. Arne hopped onto the bed and headed straight for the foot of the bed, heaving a big "Do Not Disturb Me" sigh.
I know when I've been thrown shade, and so
I thought best to let sleeping dogs lie.
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Thursday, November 13
A few nights ago I'd pulled a classic from one of my shelves, Robert Louis Stevenson's "Kidnapped," and last night had only a few pages to go before dozing off. Arne and I wrapped it up this morning and both of us really enjoyed this riveting tale of David Balfour.
After our breakfast, we headed outside to load the birdfeeder and tend to Walter and Ralph. While cleaning out their water vessels, a large lizard shot out from beneath one and gave Arne quite a fright. He then made a feeble attempt at pursuit, but to no avail.
Once back home I got busy on my patios. I found that a couple of my succulents had new blooms, including this one shown in the pic with cute little yellow flowers. The weather was picture perfect today so I blew the leaves, watered my plants, did some re-potting, and rearranged the inside of my garden shed. Arne laid out on the driveway in the "dead bug position" while enjoying the warm sun and pleasant breeze blowing across his belly.
Thrilled about the update my friend Shed posted on LinkedIn. His immunotherapy with Keytruda has been very effective. Continuing to keep him in my prayers. As well as my friend Jan who I visited with this evening. She and I found a little Buddha that we're going to set out on our old friend Dan Martinets' grave.
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Sunday, November 9
Rose early and did some stretching and lifting exercises with Arne. We then enjoyed several of our buttermilk biscuits made yesterday, before heading out to feed Walter and Ralph.
Arne caught 10 out of 12 throws of his favorite stick >>>>
I was sad that my friend Jan could not accompany me as usual to services at SGUUF. She has returned home from a brief hospital stay, but is continuing to recover.
San Gabriel Unitarian Universalist Fellowship had a good crowd this morning and Pulpiteer Eric Hepburn gave us plenty of food for thought on insights he had gathered at the recent Peace Summit at Southwestern University. I especially enjoyed hearing again the great Victor Frankl quote, "Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose…” I also have been reflecting a lot on another kernel he dropped in the course of his morning message regarding “how to listen without an agenda.”
After the service, I went to HEB and Home Depot in
Georgetown. At HD I picked up a couple
of new planters and cypress trees for my afternoon project. Yesterday, I had the help of my wonderful tenants who live in the Main House on
my property. They assisted me with the removal of three dead trees and carrying the
debris to the burn pile in my pasture. One
of these was the tall Italian Cypress that’s been a familiar identifier for the past decade on my
home’s east wall. Following the Ice
Storm of 2023, this poor tree never fully recovered, and I’d grown tired of its
raggedy appearance, so I asked Andrew to fell it as well.
Problem afterward: the void.
The solution is pictured here:
I’m not happy with just the two of these planters. I think I’ll be adding a third, taller one on the right. I’ve always heard said from decorator queens I've known that these types of arrangements should always be in groups of three. I do miss the great height of the old Italian Cypress that had towered over my roof. Hopefully, these will attain more height in time.
In the evening, I whipped up something I was proud of. I browned both sides of some cabbage wedges with caramelized onions in the skillet, poured veggie broth and heavy cream over them, grated Gruyere cheese all over, and slid this into oven for half an hour. [RECIPE] Yummilicious! Speaking of Yummilicious, I devoured this while watching my new heartthrob “Maigret” on PBS Masterpiece Mystery.
Still wearing his Halloween costume (Superman t-shirt and cape) when I arrived home, Arne deftly vacuumed up a bowl of kibbles, quickly conducted his outdoor "business," declined my tossed invitation to play fetch, and insisted on immediately returning inside. I took this as his eagerness to proceed with the evening's agenda.
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| 93 Day Drought at my home has been interrupted... Hallelujah! |
I received two and a half inches of wonderful rain last night, after having resigned myself to the reality that it would never rain again.
A small chance of more is predicted for later this afternoon. And so I have my "Rain" sound playing on the stereo and am fully engaged at the moment with the Great Spirit that this will be so. We sure do need more!
And thanks, Uncle Albin,
for my patriotic rain gauge!
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I invited my Aunt Angie to lunch at Taylor's new Main Street Deli (1426 N Main, directly across from the EMS station).
After our lunch, we visited Aunt Marie Ann (sister of my Aunt Angie and my dearly departed Mom) at the SPJST Assisted Living Center. Her daughter and son-in-law (my cousin Sherill and husband Rex) were engaged in the sad process of taking down her beautifully appointed suite she's had there for over a year, and preparing for the transition to a facility closer to their home in south Austin.
Angie and I then did some grocery shopping, mainly for me, as I had in hand a new recipe for a vegetarian take on Shepherd's Pie. After returning Angie to her home, I headed back to my place and got busy in the kitchen. It turned out great!
Sunday, October 19
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CEMETERY WORKDAY
I did my best to smooth each of these plots over nicely, ensuring it to be level with their encompassing grounds. Disappointingly, the dirt was very dry and filled with large clods. Hoping the winter period will cause it to settle and I can return in Spring and throw some Scott's TurfBuilder on to it.
Dinner & Dessert with Jan
Jan Pickett Rich and I headed in to Taylor to check out the new Goodwill. She found some cool vases. I found a DVD boxset of the Miss Marple murder mysteries and some new shirts.
We then headed to Taylor Seoul Food.
After great conversation and delicious meal, we went back to my house and I served up bowls of Pistachio Mochi before Jan departed home to Granger.
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can be found in the
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A Special ALL SOULS DAY Feature Story:
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| Anton Janyska Sec. 2; Row 7 machu-cemetery.org |
The Mysterious Death
of Anton Janyska
My investigation into the numerous tragedies in Anton Janyska's life developed while I was conducting a survey at my family’s 140-year-old cemetery …
…. there lying beside him is a 2 month old child named Vlasta Janyska.
His daughter? If so, isn’t the timing of this man’s enlistment only one month following his child’s death strange?
Why is there no wife buried beside Anton? Why would the mother of this child be buried only a year later in a different cemetery rather than here beside this child she bore?
I hope you enjoy reading
my investigation into the life of and
The Mysterious Death of Anton Janyska.
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