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Another Example of God’s Creativity – Mandarin Fish

December 31st, 2016 Comments off

mandarin fish

text source: wakatobi.com

This exquisite fish is almost indescribable! Brown to reddish brown overall, with green, undulating lines on the body, a lighter colored face with blue lines and blue pectoral fins. It is as close as a fish comes to wearing a paisley smoking jacket!

While it may wear flamboyant chromatic attire, it is not particular about where it lives. It is often seen in coral rubble areas or among water logged leaf litter, usually adjacent to habitats with rich stony coral growth. It is also found near piers, where there is lots of manmade debris (like cans, bottles, car tires, etc.).

During the day, they spend their time deep among the rubble or debris, where they feed and socially interact.

Later in the afternoon or on overcast days, they become bolder and will begin to emerge from the rubble to feed (they never move far from shelter and usually remain in the opening for very brief periods).

Courtship begins at dusk. Males defend and mate with a harem of females. The male will display toward a potential mate (the female is usually smaller than the male) and the pair will rise into the water column, side-by-side, and release their gametes.

With the mandarin fish, size does matter: larger males are able to defend and mate with more females than smaller males.

Cindy Bratcher Remembers ‘Home’ in New York

December 30th, 2016 Comments off

Guest Writer: Cindy Bratcher

153 Morris Ave RVC-1

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Hi Mary Etta,  here is a photo for your “snow site”.  It was taken about 60 years ago, but snow hasn’t changed a great deal since then. I love reading the stories about your house on Burrow St. Your feelings about your childhood home so closely parallel my own.

This is my childhood home in Rockville Centre, NY. My bedroom was the one on the 2nd floor with the bay window. The middle window of the bay had a radiator in front of it and often, on a cold winter night I would put a quilt over the radiator, sit on it and watch the snow falling in the dark night. 

What a beautiful sight and memory it was. My home is still in the family–my sister Nettie lives there.  I have not been back there in a while..  The house is still the same house, but everything has changed inside.  But the memories linger on and my home will always be as I remember it in the 40s and 50s.

 Cindy


Thank you Cindy for sharing such a beautiful memory with the rest of your cyber family.  Wonderful. ( first posted in  Jan. 2010)   I’m happy to report that Nettie now lives near Cindy in Arizona. I’m sure they both miss the family home but are happy to be together again. Blessings on  both sisters are sent today.

Mary Etta

 

Hey Doofus!

December 29th, 2016 Comments off

 

Hey Doofus, don’t act like you don’t know you’re sitting on me.  This is the third time this week!

3 things to do today!

December 29th, 2016 Comments off

PRAY

             And         

Pray,

  And

PRAY AGAIN 

Cockapoo part 1

December 28th, 2016 1 comment

This is dedicated to Delia, an animal rescuer, and friend.

The Call

It was Christmas vacation.  I was sleeping in when the phone rang.  It was Delia.

“Mary, could you do me a favor?”

I moan.  Her favors usually involve caring for an animal that she’s rescued.  She hopes I’ll fall in love with the little critter and adopt it. I resist.

As much as I miss my sweet kitty cat, Catalina, I tell myself that I don’t want another pet. The pain of losing one is terrible.  Besides, animals are expensive and a long term responsibility.

Sure, I know they give unconditional love, but who needs that?  Yeah, who needs total acceptance, uncritical affection,  loyalty and devotion?   Hmmm , actually that sounds pretty good. . . NO, forget it!  Be strong!

An hour later Delia arrives in the rain, wet dog in hand.  “Thank you, Mary.  I’ve been feeding him at work, but he keeps running into the street. I’m afraid he’ll get killed.  I thought of your gated backyard. He’s really a sweet puppy.”

“Uh huh,” I growl. “Just a couple of days, right?”

“Right. I’ll take a picture and post it.  Maybe we’ll find his owner.”

Who is she kidding? We both know this pup is as homeless as the guy with the shopping cart at the corner of Sepulveda and LaTijera.  No one is going to claim him either.

She puts flea medication on his neck and leaves. Big brown eyes peer up at me.

“Now what, dawg?” I ask the bundle of black fur.  He sits dejectedly as if he knows I don’t want him.img379

“Stay outside. I don’t even know if you are house broken! I can’t believe I let her talk me into keeping you while I’m on vacation!”  He looked apologetic.

“Two days Delia, two days!”  I bark into the air.

Cockapoo part 2

December 28th, 2016 Comments off

I want to forget him but can’t.  He’s by the sliding door wanting in.  He’s not coming in my house! No use even starting that.  I am not keeping that dog!  There will be no falling in love!  Don’t look at me that way. Food and water, yes, but no falling in love! 

His big brown eyes answer, “But you are the most wonderful human being I have ever had the privilege to know.  Can’t I come in for just a few minutes?  Did I mention that I  think you are radiantly beautiful, look much younger than your age and have exquisite taste?”

I hate myself for being weak and falling for his trash talk. “Okay, come in but only to sleep on the kitchen floor. During the day, out you go buddy boy.”

Delia calls, no luck in finding his owner.  “He may not have anyone.  Can you keep him a few more days? I’ll ask around to see if anyone will take him.”  I reluctantly agree.

The neighbors hear of the dog I have christened Ralphie.  (From the Christmas Story which was playing when I got him.) 

 “He’s CUTE!” I keep hearing over and over.  I look at him through their eyes. I guess he is. My neighbor brings a friend and her two kids over to see him. They are thinking of adding another dog to their family.  

“He’s so cute,” the woman and daughter echo.  Ralphie runs away from them and runs to me. I can feel him shaking in fear as he presses against my leg.  img380

I push him away, “Go on Ralphie, go to the little girl.”  He hides behind me.  I kneel and awkwardly pet him. “It’s okay boy, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”  I feel sorry for him.

Oh, oh!  I feel my resistance weakening.

 

 

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Cockapoo part 3

December 28th, 2016 Comments off

“Are you sure you don’t want him?” 

“No, I don’t want him. “ If I did want a dog,” I hear myself say, “he is the right size and disposition. He’s a very nice little dog.”

 I think to myself, he IS a nice little dog.   I feel him lean a little closer as if he’s reading my mind.

My neighbor looks at her friend and adds, “And he’s FREE!”  

That catches my attention.  Knowing that a dog can cost several hundred dollars, I realize that here is a dog I already have, who matches the kind of dog I would want if I wanted one, and I’m about to give him away!  

“He sure likes you,” the woman says, “I think you’ve already bonded.”  

Ralphie pushes himself under my arm, refuses to go to any of them, including the children  who love him at first sight. 

“No, no,” I laugh less confidently. Then I look at the scruffy 15 lbs. of hair nudging to get as close to me as possible. He likes me better than them? Cool. 

“I think you were meant to be together. Cockapoos are wonderful little dogs,” she says as she leaves. 

Three days pass and I’m back at work.  I’ve been to the pet store and bought him a few things.  It has been quite a while since anyone was waiting for me at  home, and no one has ever shown such joy at seeing me walk in the door.  img381

 Giving him away becomes less of an option as I realize that just thinking about him makes me smile. Yep, I’m hooked.  

I call Delia.  “Oh Mary, I’m so glad you called, I found the cutest kitten today.”

“No, no, Delia.  I’m just calling to thank you for Ralphie.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you are happy together.  But wouldn’t you like a little kitty cat too?  

Hello, hello, Mary are you there?”

 

 

Three Year Anniversary for Tim and Alicia

December 27th, 2016 Comments off

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Three years ago today Bill and I had the joy of seeing our only child marry his bride, Alicia. The three years since have been filled with great joy in the birth of Juliana, and great sorrow in losing Bill. Life will never be the same as in this photo, but the love we felt that day continues and will continue forever and a day. May God bless you my sweet dears. As you draw closer to each other may you also draw closer to Him. With love in abundance, Mom, “Grammy”

Chick and #1 Son

December 27th, 2016 Comments off

Tim, and the long time announcer for the Lakers – Chick Hern –

outside the Staples Center, downtown Los Angeles  

-L.A. Times April 20, 2010

The man who once called 3,338 consecutive Lakers games — getting there every time despite rain, snow or otherwise — is shown sitting at a table while wearing a headset, looking like he’s midsentence while calling a game. A chair next to him remains open, allowing fans to take photographs in it. 

Hearn’s widow, Marge, was the first to sit in the chair after the 45-minute ceremony in front of a crowd of about 500. She kissed her right hand and then placed it gently on the cheek of her husband’s statue.

“This is as good as it gets, to have this in your life,” she said. “Fabulous day. Just fabulous.”

 

December 26th, 2016 Comments off

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