A yellow iris bloomed. Unfortunately, the flowers last maybe two days at the most. I have some purple ones that aren’t showing any sign of flowering at all. Irises are supposed to be easy, it’s true, I do very little, but the results are short and fleeting.
I have baby tomatoes!!! Yay! The other veggies seem happy and are growing. Still waiting for the string beans to sprout, I guess it’s like the watched pot. They won’t do anything until I ignore them.
More Macro, the bottle brush opens.
Shhh, don’t tell our mayor. There are stores who are serving their customers. My son in law desperately needed a new sewing machine. He got a beauty, a Brother. Yes, he had a 12 year old cheap brother, but this one, has all the bells and whistles. It was fun shopping with him, it was fun hearing from him a few hours later about how wonderful this machine is. To many more years of productive sewing!
Yeah, we wore masks, I’m fine wearing it in a store, but when I’m outside in the fresh air, hell no. Fresh air and sunshine are healthy, rebreathing my own recycled air – not so much.
There is whole wheat flour and yeast back in my market. I was going to buy this for my son, but he already found some local to him. He also has finally gotten the sourdough starter to grow. I tasted his first loaf, not bad, if he perseveres, which he will, it will only get better. I didn’t need to buy the yeast either, someone sent them yeast so wife and kids are making Challah the traditional way.
I started a new quilt project!!! Remaking Posh Penelope. The same pattern I used for Einav’s quilt. I rarely repeat a pattern, but this one was so much fun. It’s not super simple, which is good for my brain. It does feel like popcorn, I just want to keep going and going.
I think I will end up with a large quilt this time, not a baby quilt. Perfect scrappy quilt, I’m in love.
I sewed another dress. I wasn’t too happy when I finished it, it felt meh. So Back to the scissors and the sewing machine. The sleeves were too long, so shortened them. Also, I got too many puckers when inserting the sleeves, so I went back and ‘did it right’, eliminated most of them.
Sorry about the silly face, happens. I then took in the side seams and the princess seams, I can wear a fitted dress! It looks better than a sack.
Probably won’t remake this pattern, I’m not in love with it. At least now I have a dress I like and feel comfortable in. Now back to making more quilt blocks.
We had two grandkids sleep over so their parents could celebrate their 7th anniversary. A great time was had by all, the parents walked down to the beach and along with hundreds of others, saw the bioluminescence. We had a great time with the boys.
We went to see the cousins. Westley really loves the baby. Clearly she loves him back.
We went to the nearby park and lake to feed the ducks. Yes, there were plenty of people, thank God. People need to get outside, fresh air and sunlight are so important for our health regardless of viruses. I don’t have much bread in the house, not sure the ducks liked the cheerios all that much, they get fed plenty.
Eyal kept that mask on for maybe five minutes. He has asthma, so extra precautions. These days the serious Drs. and scientists (not the political ones, who are loving the lockdown and controlling us) are saying that it is rare for children to get the CCPflu and even rarer to be what my son calls ‘mosquitos’. They don’t pass it on.
It is springtime, the ducklings have hatched. They are so well fed and healthy that having nine or ten ducklings survive is not unusual.
Oh, it was this fellows birthday! Cam turned 4! When his parents dropped him off they brought a cake with construction decorations. All he asked for was Star Wars Lego. I’m happy to say our governor is behind the curve, he will allow stores to offer curbside delivery, I bought this last week and got curbside delivery. Yes, it is way to hard for Cam, Westley and I worked on it and Cameron is surprising good with lego for a 4 year old.
Back to the lake, looking at fish.
They had the chance to just run!!!
Back for lunch!
Then playing with the treehouse. This structure is on it’s last legs, it came with the house, it is rotting. It will be replaced. But you can’t keep boys of something like this that they can climb on.
Then, bring the boys back home. We walked to the beach to see the red tide the creates the luminescence. People are beginning to walk on the strand again, the policewoman, is sitting in a stairwell of a building, not really paying attention. At night, everyone comes out to watch the display. Little by little, people are reclaiming their lives. Now, just to let people work again, work is essential to life. It’s not just the money.
With the rules of what we can and can’t do, at least in LA county nurseries are open. I should have gone to my nursery, but I needed other things at the hardware store. So that is where I went.
Five weeks ago my son in law gave me this tomato plant. It is thriving. One of the things I bought at the hardware store was this cage. Luckily it is made in the US not China. I know, I can’t avoid everything from China, but I’m trying to limit what I buy.
I’ve added amended soil as well as coffee grounds, look how happy the plant is, I have plenty of flowers. I’m wondering if any have already started fruit, or it it needs to get really hot for that to happen. My yard is full of bees, bugs and worms, so that isn’t the problem.
As I said, not a lot of variety at the hardware store, but at least I could go in and buy what they have! So mini bell peppers!
A Melon. OK, now I’m going back 43 years to when I did my army service on a kibbutz and we grew melons.
People say that if you plant squash, you will be overrun. I am about to find out. I only planted one of each, so we shall see.
I planted a flat of carrots, so that is six plants.
String beans from seed.
And now, the old saying I saw on a needlepoint sampler. He who plants a seed beneath the sod, and waits to see, believes in God.
I actually may visit my nursery and get a few more plants… They are planted among the flowers. Unlike a friend who literally has a farm on the quarter acre behind their house. That is too much work for me.
The climbing roses are blooming
They start out pink and yellow and fade to yellow. Beautiful.
Less than a week, the two original flowers are spent, in a week this Iris will return to being just boring leaves.
Another Iris is getting ready to bloom. This is a standard purple one, but you better believe that I will be sharing this flower as well.
I’ve never been fond of politicians, they are a necessary evil. Someone needs to run things in a civil society, but it turns out, they don’t. Not really.
We have amazing beaches here in CA, full of sunlight, vitamin D and clean clear air. And what are our overlords telling us? Hunker inside, keep breathing the stale air, go crazy, beat your wife and children because what else are you going to do??
We were told we need to flatten the curve. We were told we need to take more time for the disease to spread so that our hospitals wouldn’t be overwhelmed. We did it. Even NYC now has the hospitals under control. So what do our overlords do? Move the goalposts. Maybe because it’s easy to be little dictators, but figuring out how to gradually open up our economies is just too hard for them.
Makes sense to me, we here in CA have been dealing with an out of control vagrant problem for years. What our overlords like to call: ‘homeless’. The people who lose jobs and then their homes go looking for help. They find the help, they get back on their feet. Meanwhile we will have another 4-5 million joining their ranks here in CA, because once again, the overlords don’t want people to work. Don’t get me started on AB5, the law the outlaws freelance work. Yeah, CA did that. But I have seen how the Daleks who rule us don’t want to solve the vagrant problem – for them it’s been a boon in money and jobs. Meanwhile, around the corner from me vagrant encampments grow, they even have a portapotty now. And the garbage and filth increases. But I’m told Shut Up – you are evil because you don’t care! You think it’s kind to these mentally ill and drug addicted people to just let them live like beasts on my streets. When I complained about not wanting to live in India – I got a lecture about how we aren’t India, by a stupid little girl who had visited India. She had her orders to demean and belittle me because I don’t have a heart about the ‘homeless’.
So our brave governor (he’s not the only one, so many around the country are just like him.) has closed beaches and parks, because boy does he love being a little dictator. I know he has his eyes on the White House. He is probably hoping that when the Dems realize that Biden is too far gone into his senility – he’ll get the call. Cuomo probably thought he’d get the call first, but NY isn’t looking too good. Oh, and the other thing they are lying to us about is who is getting ill and dying. Yes, it’s my age group and older, and a lot of it has happened in senior facilities. But just like they did with Aids, they lie. With Aids they told us everyone could get it – turned out no, gay men who had sex with anything that moved and then, unfortunately, it got into our blood banks. So innocent people who needed blood. But we were told that everyone could get it.
Instead of taking care of our seniors (by not sending seniors with CCPFlu back to their nursing homes) We have let them die in the thousands, and then we are told that everyone must stay cooped up, without work, so we can vanquish this by avoiding it. I’m not a big fan of Bill Mahar, and of course he has to have his political digs, so I won’t share the video he put out. But do yourself a favor and go look for it. We can’t conquer microbes by ignoring them.
I’m thrilled to see many of my fellow Californians going out and protesting. No, my protest days are over. Not going there, also, I will continue to try and be safe. Not by locking myself up, I go out, I even see people other than family – at 6 feet away. But let the young, the healthy, even the school children back out into society.
I am watching Israel very carefully, they are opening up slowly, school will Start up soon as well. I’m looking at Georgia, Tenn, Florida, South Dakota. Lets’ see what happens. Will there up an uptick in cases, yes, but we now have the room in hospitals, we have more tools that are helping from chloroquine to that drug from Giliad. The world never stopped because people die, people always die.
On a final note, for anyone who is still reading. Thank God my gastroenterologist has common sense. I had my 9th or 10the colonoscopy this past week. 22 years ago I had colon cancer, I was fortunate and I’ve been fine. But one way to ensure that has been colonoscopies. All is well, a clean bill of health, but so many others out there aren’t being treated for their illnesses because of CCPFlu. Time for that to stop.
Last year, I went to a cactus and succulent show. I picked up a few ‘unusual’ plants for my son in law. There was a booth hosted by the local Iris society. so I went ahead and bought three plants. I planted them, and oy, my mow and blow guy weed wacked two of them out of existence.
About 10 days ago this started happening. I didn’t remember the colors I chose, I know that it must have been unusual colors. I do have one or two standard purple ones.
A few days later, and this is happening. So it is going to be a very dark flower.
Boom! Today look what happened, two flowers have bloomed.
The color here is much ore accurate, more of a deep Burgundy, not a blue purple. Btw, if this is enough for you, no need to look further. I couldn’t stop taking pictures.
Yes, I’m using my macro lens and boy am I loving what I see here, look at those caterpillars. I’m sure there is another name for them, like maybe stamens? To me, they are caterpillars.
Since the flowers won’t last long, I’ve been taking pictures.
And now, extreme closeups.
Oh, the beauty of nature.
In these days of lockdown, finding this beauty in my yard and playing with my macro lens, finding local beauty in my own yard is exciting. No, I’m not staying locked up in my home, I have been getting out and about, walking, going down to the beach where one of my sons lives. And yet, boy have I loved following this Iris. I have a few more scattered throughout my yard. Even if it is a standard purple flower, I will be enjoying them as well and will be sharing them here.
I know, I am blessed beyond belief, I see my grandkids regularly.
Its’ one of the main reasons that I am able to stay somewhat sane.
Sorry he’s not smiling here. He was very happy for the walk. He took my hat from me, so I demanded that he give me one of his in return. Mine kept blowing off his head as he ran, which he loved. His was a little tight on me, but hey, I had protection.
This is such a funny picture, I had just taken a picture of the flower and he wanted a picture with the flower. Yes, I am very very blessed.
If you ask me which of the two pictures I prefer, of course it’s the one with the goofy grandson.
Here, with a flower he picked from a trumpet vine.
And now, onto images I’ve been taking with my macro lens. I am realizing that I need to go for extreme closeups – that is where the fun is with a macro lens. So yes, this is a beautiful image, but lets get closer.
Like how about this? You can see the tiny details of the stamens. Now if only a bee had showed up, but I’m too impatient to wait.
Lets’ go back to roses. They are all bursting into bloom. I have a climbing rose against my back fence. new branches are breaking forth along with the flowers themselves.
A rose bud
It is rare for me to find the rose just as it is emerging from the bud stage.
And then there is the extreme close up of a rose as it is close to the end of its’ cycle. Clearly I need to get better at what I am trying to focus on. I will continue to share the efforts, not just the successes.
Between puzzles, spending time with grandkids, I have been working on my peacock block for my Baltimore Album.
This thimble gets a lot of use, although it has a very big major flaw. You see that little gem on the front? Well, thread gets caught on it and comes out of the needle. Yes, it is very frustrating. Yes, I spent close to $100 dollars on this silver thimble, which is otherwise quite comfortable. So I’m going to use it Damn it!
More fun with macro lens. So these stitches that you can see here, you really can’t see them with the naked eye. This is the magic of macro photography and even here, they are hardly visible.
Adding leaves and flowers. Btw, the pattern that I have also has a next with eggs and a butterfly. Guess who feels that is overkill?
I do like how I was able to use a fabric in Broderie Perse to create some peacock feathers.
Sorry the light isn’t that good. As good as I am as a photographer, I’m really not that great. So here it is, I had embroidered the crown on the peacock. All leaves and flowers are in place. I hope you agree that adding a nest or a butterfly is just too much. With the variety of leaves it is getting harder to see the bird and I want the bird to be the center image.
Here we go, six blocks. The light purple ones are slightly larger. At first I thought I’d be modern and creative with the setting. I don’t think so, I think I will end up with something much more traditional. When will I end? I have no idea, I haven’t chosen the next block yet. right now, it’s still puzzles.
This is actually relatively easy, the images are large, details are spread out.
What I find relaxing is doing puzzles.
I pulled out a Sticker art book, this too is relaxing.
I’ve started with the easier ones, will get to more complicated ones soon. As enjoyable as these are, it’s not the same as a puzzle. I am also thinking about getting a paint by number kit. My son in law has one of those that he has started on, there is something so vintage about them. I’ll see if my local craft store, where I bought some more puzzles has them.
I have to either thank, or bemoan the fact that my parents made sure that I was a very educated person. Bemoan? Because it put me at outs with everyone around me, still does to this day. Although thankfully, I have discovered like minded people – mostly online.
So one of the first books my parents read to me was Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling. The story I remember best, that always stayed with me is The Cat That Walked by Himself. You have to scroll down to read the story, but it is worth your time.
One of the reasons I loved that story was because at the time we had a tabby named Tommy. Kipling had described Tommy to a T! I had wanted him in bed with me at night and he went down to the basement, I went after him crying, my father had to come and console me, if he didn’t read me this story that night, he certainly described it.
Another thing my parents did was have us read the classics, alongside a mediocre education in Israel, I was being homeschooled before anyone knew that term. So I read a lot of classics long before I ready for them. Of course, the Jungle Book and Kim. Although years later I realized how much I hadn’t understood, there was something about his writing, that grabbed me. Maybe part of it was the exotic location of India, ever since then I have always wanted to visit India.
Here is a short biography, not great, but it gives the main points of his life, it also immediately criticizes him for being a jingoist and imperialist – but that is something everybody does to him. I read a wonderful biography about 20 years ago, of course I can’t find mention of it anymore. The biographer was able to get access to his one surviving daughters’ papers. So I felt that It was pretty close to primary sources.
I already mentioned how much I loved If. Through the years I read more books and saw some movies based on his books. One of the reason the left hates him so much is because he was unapologetically pro western culture.
People love to point to this poem The White Mans burden as an example of praise of the imperialist west. Foolish me, I see nuance here, I’m not willing to swallow the line that everything about the west is bad. I have read a number of essays by descendants of Indians who lived through the Raj. Britain wasn’t like Belgium who literally raped the Congo. India today is what it is because of the Raj. Also, in geopolitics today we have China . There was no massive western occupation, but with the Communist Revolution – 5000 years of culture were destroyed and at least 60 million murdered. Today we have CCP Virus.
India never lost its’ culture, well except the British put an end to Sati, the tradition of burning a widow on her dead husbands’ pyre. An easy way to get rid of pesky widows who produce nothing and are simply a burden. So yes, if White Man’s Burden is about ending those kind of atrocities – I can live with that. Today we are seeing an India, with all it’s myriads of problems being part of our world, not a force for evil that unleashes viruses on the world, while sending out faulty tests and masks.
Kipling lived a fascinating life, born in India to English parents, he was sent at age six back to school in England. Life was horrible except for visits to his Uncle Edward Burne-Jones. Yes, the pre-Raphaelite artist. He would later marry an American and live in Vermont for a while. He wasn’t an easy man to get along with, no question about that. But he worked hard at his writing and for a while was beloved. He won the Nobel prize for literature in 1907, I guess that was before the world decided he wasn’t Lefty enough for them.
He had three children, 2 daughters and a son. One daughter died young of pneumonia, it was to her he used to tell the Just So Stories. That was a devastating blow. And then there was his son John. Kipling was warning the world about Germany for years before WWI. He felt they need to be defeated, which is why it was very hard for him to dissuade his son John from joining the war at age 17. John needed special permission, both because of his age and his eyesight. On a personal level, I’m sure he regretted helping his son enlist. The boy went to fight in France and was lost, never to found.
Kipling died in 1936, already warning about the rise of Germany, but by then, no one wanted to listen to him. As the years have gone by, even IF is blacklisted because to todays’ world he is ‘racist’. And yet, I still find him admirable and very prescient. My hope that just like other greats, he will be rediscovered in the future. He deserves to be.
John Kipling as an officer. His father, who was very influential in regards to military cemeteries and he is the one who coined the phrase ‘Known unto God’ which refers to all unknown soldiers. in 1992 a claim was made about finding and burying John Kipling in France. May he Rest In Peace. The final poem wasn’t written for John, but it very easily could have been. Great writers do not live easy comfortable lives, Rudyard Kipling certainly didn’t. He was willing to tell the world the truth, when the world didn’t want to hear. Still doesn’t want to hear, but like White Mans’ burden, that is often the burden of a true artist.
I highly recommend going to You tube and listening to many of his poems being read, so powerful. Also, I’m noticing in the comments, people in India and Pakistan love Rudyard Kipling.
I know how hard hit are the small businesses that can’t ‘go online’. How do you go online for a haircut?? So when my haircut and color appt. got canceled early on in this lockdown. I still sent my hairdresser money. This is her only income.
That was three weeks ago, a lot of grey is showing and I am not willing to go grey yet. Yup, I’m vain.
So last week Diane sent out word that she would be happy to ship us kits for touching up our roots. Of course I signed on. It took a while for her to get the kits together. This week they arrived.
No one time use robes. So Diane suggested, and I followed through with using a large garbage bag. Hey, whatever works right?
From this angle my hair doesn’t look so bad!
Putting on the product. Diane sent a bowl and a brush. For me it’s not that hard, I’m used to working with my hands, I can reach all the way to the back of my head without a problem.
Waiting the 40 minutes for it to set, yup, I got some on my face, luckily, it washed off.
Success!! looking good from the back
…and from the front. I pulled the dye all the way through, as it fades, it fades red, which to be honest isn’t as good a look on me as it was 15 years ago.
I haven’t even tried to trim my bangs. A good haircut, it is still looking good. Boy will I be happy to get that professional cut again. Meanwhile, my nails are a mess. All I have at home are some real bright polishes, next time at the drug store I will get some nice neutral, and don’t tell me it’s non essential. I lived under socialism once, I really don’t want to go back to that.
Shira spent the night. She helped cook dinner. We made an amazing Matzo brie, she chopped up a lot of vegetables. I had to do the onion, it made her cry. Here she is breaking the eggs. I am so grateful that her mom is teaching both her and her brother how to cook. It is so important.
Then, together we made this bag. Look at the lovely furry band. Yes, she loves it.
I don’t know why my camera wasn’t focusing. It better not be broken. Turns out Mary Lennox fits in here perfectly.
I have no idea how many people actually read this blog, I’m thinking about 10. Sure I’m followed by 150 on Bloglovin but those are all porn people. Do they follow me so I’ll follow back? Do they enjoy my crafts? On IG I block all middle age guys that start following me, if there were a way to do that for the porn folk on Bloglovin, I’d do it, but I haven’t found a way to do that, and I know, some good people follow me there.
This blog is about my creativity and my explorations, either locally or abroad. I really don’t touch on politics, though I’m sure, if you’ve been reading me for a while, you’ll know that I’m not a bleeding heart lefty. I’m not a lefty at all. The older I get, the more conservative I get. Politics play a huge role in our lives, but when I say conservative – it’s values I’m talking about, values that in some cases are tied to politics, but often are just about life.
So when political season is in full swing, it gets nary a mention here. But yes, I did vote for Donald Trump. At the time it was because I believe in voting (even if my state of CA believes in doing everything to subvert the democratic vote). So although I really didn’t like Trump, I already knew I could never vote Democrat again – the damage being done to our country is horrible. Once again, it’s not just the party, it’s the fact that the left now controls education, news and all of our entertainment. Republicans really are the lessor of two evils, few people in politics remain good people. Power corrupts. Just look at every mayor, governor and police chief since the CCP Virus lockdowns started.
When Obama was elected my son told me I should give him the benefit of the doubt and see what happens. I did, it didn’t take long for him to disappoint me more than I ever thought possible. But there it was. I have my friends and groups where I could vent. I’m sure there was some venting on FB, but that gradually stopped. So I voted for Trump, sure even before that I’ve been silent about voting GOP. I’ve sat in knitting groups and quilting groups where the nastiest things have been said about any GOP president (Nazis, all of them) and voters like me. I would sit quietly and pray that the topic would change soon. It usually did. But after the 2016 election, I couldn’t go back to some of those groups. The vitriol and hatred was beyond my ken. I know those ‘lovely, open minded, liberal, caring women’ would be pouring out their bile and it wouldn’t stop. So I stopped going.
In the three years since my social circle has shrunk even further, and not because I’ve said anything. Some people guessed (when you don’t join in the massacre they begin to figure out that I am not one of them), and made a point of shunning, others I simply walked away from myself. And thank God, there are those good people, who when they found out simply didn’t care. We had built relationships on other things. This can continue to be ignored.
Meanwhile, whereas I had little regard for Trump when he was elected, my admiration for him has only grown. I don’t give a shit about that misquoted phrase ‘grab them by the pussy’. I didn’t care that he is thrice married and not faithful to his wives. He’s not my Rabbi, unfortunately for me, although my rabbi leads an honorable family life, in other ways – he is no example to me.
First and foremost for me, it is Trumps attitude to Israel and the Jews. Yes, I’m a proud Jew and Israeli, yes, I know, one of the biggest canards of antisemitism is ‘dual loyalty’. Just ask the Egyptians in the Bible. This is pure antisemitism, no one else on earth gets this dual loyalty challenge. So be, I am a proud American, Jew and Israeli, if that is bothersome to anyone, it’s not my problem.
Then there is the economy, here in America, which up until the Chinese Virus was booming. President Trump loves America like no other American president I’ve ever seen. (I was in Israel during the Reagan years, so I can’t speak for him).
I get it, Trump isn’t ‘Republican’, they hate him as much as the Dems do. What he is fighting is leftism. That awful Godless humanity destructive force. And the left is in a panic, which explains all the hate, the vitriol, the ugliness that isn’t only directed at him – but also at me, or any other person who voted for, or later walked away from the Dems and now supports Trump.
I’ve been on pins and needles for a while, I am an avid student of history. History isn’t kind, it is cruel and evil. Since WWII the western world has had unprecedented peace and prosperity. Oh sure, Communism in both the Soviet Block, China, Cuba and anywhere else it was tried. Close to one hundred million people have been killed by communism. But we in the west simply ignored it and went on with our lives. I’ve been on pins and needles for a while, history won’t stop. Something bad will happen. When people celebrated the return of the roaring 20s’ I cringed. They roared after the horrific World war and the Spanish flu. You don’t get roaring without tragedy before hand.
So now we have this flu from China, most probably straight out of their biological weapons lab. And the whole world has come to a stand still. And I’m scared. Thank God so far my family is fine. But who knows what the future holds? China has shut down the world, yes, they are suffering too, but I don’t care. I lost the ability to ‘care’ about others a long time ago. Antisemitism taught me that lesson very clearly.
Right now we are locked down, our economy is at a standstill, 17 million Americans have nothing, no job, no savings, nothing, and they can’t go anywhere. (well in LA, you can be homeless, or be a vagrant, which is what they really are and no rule apply). The fear of the disease is palpable, the fear of getting people back to work, the anger and the lashing out – is understandable. Which is why I lash out at China, because yes, they are responsible.
Meanwhile my admiration for President Trump has risen through all this. There is no magic pill, this is a world altering event that we are going through. Nothing will go back to normal, there will be a new normal, but the earth is now shifting on its’ axis. And Trump is doing the best he can, is he making mistakes? Yes, he is human, he’s not God. Do you hate listening to him? then don’t, I hated listening to Obama, I didn’t whine all over the place, I just turned him off.
Of course the media is melting down, they are dying. 8 years they took a break and never shared what was really going on, they thought that with their help Hillary would be president. That didn’t happen and the media is dying, they know it and they are fighting to survive, but they won’t. I haven’t watch TV news in 30 years since I moved here from Israel. News here would be teased -story at 6. Well, if you won’t tell me now, then it isn’t news. I still read newspapers for a long time, but they have become worthless. I happen to be one of the most informed people around, I have plenty of sources online that I trust. There are people I know around the world who share what is happening in their countries. Nowadays we have the long form interview either on You Tube or in podcasts. Check out Dave Rubin, Triggernometry, Zuby, John Anderson… the list goes on and on. Real people talking to other real people for sometimes up to 2 hours. You can learn so much more than a sound bite from CNN, who won’t carry real news, heaven forbid people should find out that the government is trying to solve the CCP Virus problem.
Which leads me to my last thing. I have always loved Rudyard Kipling, I’ll have to write a whole post about that. This one has become too long as it is. Listen to the reading of this poem. Then go google (I use Bing, but google has become a verb) The Gods of the Copybook Headings. Read some of the interpretations, yes with poetry, I need some extra help. Then tell me that this poem isn’t about today and what we are going through. Because it is.
