Acceptance

Acceptance

So far, I’ve been really careful to stick to topics that are benign and (hopefully) not offensive to anyone who might be reading, and all-in-all that’s probably the best policy.  But after watching just a little dab of the six o’clock news this evening, I’m perturbed.  Those of you who know me well are already aware that I think so-called Political Correctness can often be taken to ridiculous extremes.  But there comes a point when I have to get out the ol’ Soap Box and just climb on up there.  Today is one of those days.

Without naming names or places or denominations, the situation is this:  two women were denied communion at the church they’d been attending for more than ten years (and where they were members and active participants) because when the mother of one of them died, it was printed in the newspaper obituary that they were “partners”.  The news was delivered to them just before the funeral service, during which the celebration of Holy Communion would be included as a part.  Surely it’s not just me thinking this was especially insensitive, if not downright mean.

I’m no preacher, and certainly no saint, but I try to live by the Golden Rule and the Ten Commandments.  Jesus said “judge not, lest ye be judged”, right?  It could be argued that I’m judging the religious leader of that congregation for a decision about which I don’t know all the facts.  The ladies in question were willing to speak for the news camera, while their (former) pastor was not.  And yes, they’ve now found another church to attend where they feel welcome.

(Sigh).  Why can’t we all just play nice?

Wordless Wednesday #2

Wordless Wednesday #2

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Happy 6th Birthday to our Little Miss Sunshine!

photo credit:  Jennifer L. Martinez

 

Cover Up?

Cover Up?

I confess:  I have an addiction.  No need to ask if it was caused by Nature or Nurture; the answer would be “both”.  Yes, like my parents and siblings, I am severely and constantly in dire need of BOOKS!  During a short-but-sweet weekend visit with my parents, we talked (as always) about what we’ve each been reading lately.  And in addition to the titles and subjects and plots evolved a comparative discussion of dust covers, also called dust jackets or book jackets.

Apparently the earlier forms of the paper sleeves we see wrapped around today’s hardbound books began primarily as a form of protection for the cloth bindings of books around 1830. They’ve since evolved into eye-catching art forms, designed to attract the buyer as much (or more) than to protect the covering of the book itself.  The front may show elaborate artwork or an appealing photo; the back can display an author’s portrait or a blurb of favorable reviews; the inside flaps often feature a synopsis of just enough of the contents to get us interested, plus perhaps a few facts regarding the writer.

But once the book is your own and you have it safely in the comfort of your home . . . then what?  If you’re like my dad (or me), you remove the dust jacket and set it carefully aside to preserve its crisp edges and unmarred beauty until you’ve finished reading the book, only restoring the jacket to the cover in time to place it protectively on a shelf for future reference.  My sister, however, keeps the paper cover on the tome she’s reading, to prevent scuffs or splotches on the book itself.  Collectors often pay substantially more for volumes with the dust covers intact, especially for those in the best condition.

So, it boils down to personal preference.  How about you?  What have you been reading lately?  And do you keep it under wraps? Leave us a comment!

Wordless Wednesday #1

Wordless Wednesday #1

Albert the Hunter

Albert the Hunter

Today was one of those rare, fine January days here in Missouri, when the sun comes out and the temperature creeps up and sitting on the porch swing during my lunch break is more temptation than I can resist.  But for my D.G. (that stands for Darn Good) dog Albert, sitting still was the last thing on his mind.  The 55 degree warmth paired with the pasture soil softened by melted snow had him all in a tizzy to hunt.  And once he’s on the trail of a mole, not even the offer of a homemade dog cookie can tear him from his task.  He worked this area today for almost two hours!  Since I had to get back inside to the desk, the final outcome is a mystery this time, except for the exhausted canine stretched out on my couch tonight with what looks like a satisfied, sleepy smile on his face.

And, since the temperature is now dropping like a rock once again, let’s hope Albert got enough of his favorite pastime to last him for a while.  After all, it is January!

To see a short video of Albert The Mole-Digging Dog in action, click here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2BzpDUb8Zg

What’s your pet’s favorite hobby?