Saying for the Day: It's hard to lose a good neighbor.
This morning I had to so one of those things I hate doing .
I removed a link from my link list.
That list is like a group of friends to me and I hate to remove anybody .
But Honey has decided not to blog any more and has deleted the blog the link was to.
It is like losing a good neighbor.
When you first come to a neighborhood you are all alone.
Then, maybe a neighbor stops over with a cake and welcomes you to the neighborhood.
Pretty soon you wave at each other in the morning.
Or you stand at the fence and exchange a little gossip.
You get together and tell stories.
Everything is good.
Then one day a moving van pulls up next door and the neighbor is gone.
It was good to know them but now your sad and you miss them.
Well when you start blogging you are all alone.
There is nobody to read the stuff you are writing.
Then somebody stops in and shares a comment with you and life is better.
After a while the neighborhood grows.
You visit the family of blogs every day or almost every day.
So when suddenly one ceases to exist you feel sad.
Glad for the comments shared and the stories told but sad that it has ended.
But as one door closes another opens so I have added Sue to my links list.
She has a blog called Outside My Window and is a Yooper.
News from Pigeon Falls– the little town in my backyard where pigeons are King.– Yesterday afternoon Eino Jupola and our Constable went up to the Chicago Hermit’s place . The groceries were still on the porch and some were in bad condition. The front door had one of those old locks and the Constable managed to unlock it with a piece of wire ( Eino didn’t ask where he learned to do that) Once inside they went directly to the living room . There under the strangest piece of equipment they had ever seen was a marble replica of the Chicago Hermit. . To make it stranger it had on the Hermit’s clothes. The machine around it seemed to have broken or something. Pieces of melted plastic were hanging down all over the place. Their were huge glass tubes that seemed to have popped and wires with the insulation burned off of them. A couple of what looked like control boards were melted and it looked like something terrific had hit the entire unit. The Constable remembered that four days ago there was this bog lightning storm with terrific thunder. He thought maybe the machine was hit by lightning. But where was the hermit and who made the statue. A closer examination of the statue showed no chisel marks , at least none that could be seen. Eino wants to know who made the statue. How did it get there. How did the Hermit’s clothes get on it. Has a crime been committed. All kinds of questions and not a single answer.
Of course you couldn’t keep this secret. By noon everybody in town knew about it. It has pushed the dragon and the A White Rabbit out of the gossip stream. People are saying that the guy was trying some kind of experiment and because of the lightning he got turned to stone. Mrs. Turmble thinks a demon did it but then she sees demons every where.
Eino is stuck because no laws have been broken except by the Constable. It isn’t against the law to let groceries rot. It isn’t against the law to leave town. It isn’t against the law to have a statue in your house. What in the world should he do?
Robert now has added the turning to stone into his tour presentation. He is not unhappy.
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Now to the days contest. Lois on the Web was drawn yesterday . Will she be drawn again today and win what's in the prize box? No. I'm sorry Lois. Today's name is Chana . If we draw her name again tomorrow she get what's in the prize box.
We worked in the basement this morning. I think one more day and the workroom will be done.
Betty went to her birthday club this afternoon. It was M arlene's birthday. My sister Chris called and she is coming for church Sunday morning.
Well I need a breathing treatment.