Cosmic Bubbles

 I headed out to the grocery store about 5:30 or so, but before I could get out of the house a beagle (possible mix) came into the yard. Thinking it belonged to the people down the street that I knew had a beagle, I put a leash on it and called my friend to come get it and take it to the people’s house whom I thought had lost their dog. After she picked the dog up and left, I went to the store. Well, I got back about 7:00 or so and found the dog was not one that belonged to the people we knew, and no one in the neighborhood knows who it belongs to. After he annointed the house a couple of times he is getting along OK with the other two. He can sleep in the house tonight. Tomorrow I set about getting him to the pound or finding his owner. I don’t need three dogs.

Another collage today, go figure, and another anagram. Last week I wrote that we got the bill from the hospital, in a post called nothing much, so when I saw today’s comic strip with that number in it, I had to laugh, and do a mini-collage. Some things just string together all too neatly in my little world of chaos and cartoons. And speaking of cartoons…

Earlier today I did a couple of mentions on a Mary Worth comic strip, parts of which I have used in a few posts. Someone with a Mary Worth blog commented (wanders April 2, 2008 at 7:27 pm) on my Cincinnati page, which I found out when I looked up the ID. See the text in this mini-collage? “Look, if you’re going to set me up with straight lines like this, I can’t be held responsible” anagrams to “If I led thee right, I’ll look up his Mary Worth blogspot, being seen on it.”

Right you are!

These anagrams don’t go through an anagram machine.

Mary, Mary, not contrary how did you anagram today? One (or more) of Worth, no doubt (fleur de cow , in my machine… , it even makes sense to me , worthy answer ) you played about, and this is what it says,

“Not only is God most perfect, He’s the font master. Ask! I found out before Wednesday, we’re indeed machines.” (from the text bubble, “I was profoundly affected by the kindness of strangers! Someone reached out to me when I needed it most.”

“You’re a machine, I’m not,” I hear on the TV (4:05 PM Battlestar Gallactica is on).

Time to post.

I took the time to read an interesting faith post  on Monday and a few things stuck in my mind, one of those a photo of some lovely lilac-colored roses. I couldn’t help but think someone special received those, someone who is loved very much. Sometimes a picture tells much more than all the words, which is one reason I really like pictures.

I mentioned earlier that Mary Worth caught my eye within the past couple of days. I think it was the purple/lilac colored sweater on the one characters in the strip this past week…among other things. I remember when I was using part of the toon in my collage I was being made aware of the color of the sweater worn in the illustration. It’s similar in color to the roses on the post mentioned above.

Ahhhh, a rose by any other name…is a connection.

It’s been a long time since anyone gave me flowers, roses especially. My ex used to for all the right occasions, and sometimes just because he said he loved me. That was then, and this is now. Now I just want to be able to afford a rose bush to put in a pot in the yard this year, so I can enjoy the fragrance of roses once again. Fragrance is good for the memory, the mind and the heart, and probably good for the eyes and the soul as well.

What’s that they say about eyes being the window to the soul? Hmmm. I am working on my collage as I work on this post, but the collage will not be ready until later. I need to go to the store first. Anyway…It’s also been a long while since I looked into the eyes of another human being at close range, something I used to enjoy because there is so much to see in the eyes of others. Upon seeing one’s own reflection in the eyes of another living, breathing, human soul, you must wonder, in more ways then one (”…you just need to get a little closer…” I hear Starbuck say on Battlestar Gallactica @ 1:55PM as I typed) how it is to really see one’s self as others see you.

Synchronous again are we? You heard that, uh, umm, I meant read that, right?

Hmmm, Deus ex machina…yeah, I got that. 

A lilac by any other name is a blue (purple?) cow or boselaphus tragocamelus (and friends).

signs of spring are everywhere

While I am on the subject

Is Godin a coincidence?

Deus ex machina

The voice came over my computer speaker,  “…and this will take us right to it, you’ll see a sign…” CB talk as a truck went by, probably talking to another about where to find the bridge (or 421). I get that now and then, a voice passing by, coming through. I also get a strange little puffing sound too, almost like air-morse code, but that’s something else, and generally something only I would notice.

 Just starting my computer  liaison for the day. I am a little later than normal, and I haven’t even begun to look over the cartoons. The beau just got off the computer now that his friend is here and they have started the vat, hoping to get a lot of tin dipped today. He hot-dips tinplate prior to forming product. This will be the first time dipping since, oh, last summer. He hasn’t worked since November, due to a broken hip, so today is a prelude to working again. Part of the reason the friend is in town is to work on a house he bought here in January, and to help the beau cut and dip tin so he can start tracing patterns and cutting parts while on the mend from his hip surgery the first of February. It has been a long wait to do anything, and not much he was able to do while in bed or (still) on crutches. He can still only put about 50 pounds on that side, but with assistance, he can get this done today and do something other than eat, sleep and play computer games.

I just noticed the word of the day is Deus ex machina, New Latin for “God from or out of the machine”; it is a translation of the Greek theos ek mekhanes. Funny. I start every day with God in the machine.  I did a Wiki check for the word too and got this, “The phrase deus ex machina (literally “god out of a machine”) describes an artificial, or improbable, character, device, or event introduced suddenly in a work of fiction or drama to resolve a situation or untangle a plot (such as an angel suddenly appearing to solve problems). Kinda’ like the beau’s friend being here to help, as well various other connections. It’s a “God-thing” in my book.

Speaking of “God-things”, the term mostly, the beau spoke with a friend last night on the phone who said he had a “God-thing”, where his son was driving (the three of them), there was some problem with the car and where it happened there was some auto mechanic business that normally does not stay open late open past it’s normal hours, a hotel across the street, and an aquarium nearby to visit (filled with indigenous fishes, which everyone knows is something I want here on the Ohio). He told the beau they thought it was a “God thing”. The beau said I would think it was, especially when they mentioned the aquarium. I just make the connections and things fall into place. God IS the machine, so I kinda’ expect Him to be there in the picture someplace.

As I said, I start my daily liaison with a cup of joe, hopefully sunshine and a few cartoon/comic sites. I have had a running thing lately with Mary Worth, a worthy font of plentiful text.  ;)  I will probably use her again later, as I do like how she has popped up in front of the pack lately in my anagrams. Something new every day.

And spring has popped up here overnight, after days of rain, we got some sun yesterday and it is a gorgeous day today. I see blood root and bluebells are up and blooming out front in my twixt-the-road-and-me shade garden. I only have a couple of bluebells. I would love to have a carpet of them. Most people wouldn’t know my garden is there they go past so fast and no one walks here but me and the neighborhood drunk on his way to and from the Salvation Army. I have a lot of work to do outside again this year. Of course I see the weeds already but my back is hurting me too much to do much about it at the moment. The weeds will be there until I can get rid of the kidney infection. Always something.

Time for cartoons/comics for now.