Author: David

Over-educated Curmudgeon, Bit-Bucket Tuner and Budding Brewmeister.
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“Reflecting” on I Corinthians 13:12

The “glass” referred to using King James’s Early Modern English is. . . a mirror, a looking glass. 16th and 17th Century mirrors were neither as commonplace as today, nor as well-made, and often the reflective surface, most commonly made via a tin-mercury amalgam, with the mercury evaporated to leave the tin as a reflective surface, delaminated or otherwise became cloudy.

Mirrors were also viewed metaphorically as windows into another realm, so

“For now we see through a glass, darkly [view ourselves/see into another realm as in a cloudy mirror]; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known,”

Off topic, but maybe kinda related:

And then methought, divergently and NOT exegetically. . . If the eyes are the windows of the soul, maybe that explains why some people use reflective tinting and don’t even clean that. . .

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The Joys of Life

When the top two “joys of life” are good bowel movements and a solid night’s sleep. . . I just don’t know how to even describe what that means.

Well, at least I have good bowel movements.

*sigh*

😉

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The Ongoing Saga of Aussie Lap Puppy. . .

For a couple of weeks, Da Boi “forgot” how to heel. Yeh, right. “Teenagey” puppers? Seems about right. Back to being more well-mannered in following direction/commands. *whew* Still, he has never stopped giving great pupper-hugs, so there was that.

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What? ME Do Stupid Things? Surely You Jest!

Yeh, yeh, OK, so sometimes I do do (yes, I said “doodoo” 🙂 ) stupid things. . . Aussie Lap Puppy (all 65#s of him) is at that gangly youth stage where he’s sometimes a bit clumsy from growing into his size, hence a (very welcome) jump into my lap having him knock into my not quite far enough away “chair desk” dumping my coffee ALL over the place. My fault (I certainly knew he had recognized an empty lap and pushed-away “desk” as an invitation), but a bit irritating. *sigh*

I’ll learn. . . or not. *heh*

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Diversions. . .

Shopping can be. . . fun? Well, at least it can be amusing. Huckster sites (always view in a TOR browser/browsing session!) offer an interesting product? Do your omework. Find it elsewhere. Check some more. Oh, found it, three for the price of just one at the huckster site. Sweet! Wait. $5 shipping added? nah, look for same or lower price shipped at no additional cost. . . for exact same product. Found it! Three for 2/3 the price of one at the huckster site AND free shipping. That’s the one.

Two extra minutes. Big “discount.”

And that is just one example. It’s not exactly fun, but can be rewarding IF the [whatever product] solves an issue you need solving or fullfils a purpose you have already been seeking to fill. If it’s just some cool thing to add to your collection of junk, a better Shopping Sense will tell you to skip it entirely.

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Graduation

I was about to go down for an “enforced” nap (enforced by my body, ‘cos my eyes refused to stay open *heh*) when my butt buzzed. Text from one of my oldest friends (Son & Heir named for him) letting me know his wife, another dear friend has “graduated”—slipped this mortal coil.

She was one day younger than me. Alzheimer’s and stage 4 cancer. We all had a good visit recently (coupla weeks ago) and they have both been on our minds both before and after that last visit for some time.

Words fail me. But life goes on.

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Making New Habits

Apropos of nothing in particular, I am greatly encouraged that “instinctive shooting” works the same for me whether I shoot right- or lefthanded. Nice. . . as long as my right eye (dominant eye) remains good and my left eye stays pretty much in the same relation, between them, my binocular vision allows me to acquire my target well w/o focusing my sight on the. . . urm sights, just by focusing my eyes on my target and maintaining a proper grip alignment. It’s the latter that’s a bit more difficult for my lefthanded shooting. Just needs more drill. So, drill, baby, drill. *heh*