a good friend and i
have decided to start
a local advice column
called, ‘trial & error.’
i’m trial, she’s error.
when people ask us what to do
our advice will mostly come
from a place of ‘what not to do,’
based upon personal experience.
perhaps someone will heed our advice,
though most likely they won’t.
that’s
how life is
and
how we learn.
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image credits: trialanderrorrecordings, google images
happy hugs monday!
jack and indi, baby kangaroos, love hugging each other.
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credit: the kangaroo sanctuary, alice springs, australia
yes, it’s sunday.
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image credit: etsy.com
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credits: gretchen owoki, let the children play
the first sled ride of the year with a pile of my kinders.
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image credit: brainy quotes
(translation):
miss kennedy you are invited to my birthday party.
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she worked very hard on this
for such a long time
what an effort this took to create
asking me
how to spell each word
letter by letter
putting it in an envelope
sealing it
giving it to me to open and read
causing
big smiles on both sides.
and
i don’t know that it’s even her birthday.
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“effort only fully releases its reward
after a person refuses to quit.”
-napoleon hill
my friend of many years posted the following memory on his facebook page last night, triggering my own memory of our personal brush with bowie. many thanks for this, les.
“So, it had to be the mid eighties and I’m at the Metropolitan Music Cafe in Royal Oak at the corner of 4th and Lafayette. It was a beautiful warm sunny day and I’m talking to Beth K( she worked there at the time ).
Lord have mercy ! who comes walking in. Iggy Pop and David Bowie. Turns out Iggy and David were in town on tour together and Iggy was promoting his new album at the cafe.
David and his gorgeous blonde date headed upstairs for a bite to eat ( Mr. Bowie didn’t want to take away any attention from Iggy while they were there.)
I waited and waited for Bowie to leave, and when he finally did I ran out the door behind him following he and his date to his car.
as they were getting in, he looked at me and said, ” Hi how are you?” I shook his hand and said, ” Thank you for all the countless hours of listening to your music. ” He replied, ” Thank you very much I appreciate that. I love Detroit ” True story folks. RIP David Bowie and thank you for that moment.”
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image credit: pinterest.com
on a downtown detroit day
discovering
beautiful little gems
in so many
unexpected places
buoying our hopes
for a city
that has not given up
and is beginning
to thrive once again
in spite of
challenges
that once seemed
insurmountable.
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“there is no power for change greater
than a community discovering what it cares about.”
– margaret j. wheatley
imagination was given to man to compensate him
for what he is not;
a sense of humor to console him for what he is.
– francis bacon
I didn't have my glasses on.... 