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Of thee they sing with feeling – The Washington Post

The Pledge of Allegiance is a mystery to me, promising fealty to a piece of cloth — and “to the republic for which it stands” — what does that mean? Am I granting my support of gerrymandering, suppression of voting, rivers of campaign cash to buy time on the airwaves that belong to the people? I said the pledge in grade school. I don’t say it anymore. You can’t make me. But I love to sing about the dawn’s early light and the broad stripes and bright stars when I am standing next to other people who are singing it too. I would sing it with the same pleasure if I were standing between Attorney General Jeff Sessions and Wayne LaPierre of the NRA. It’s not about them or me, it’s about all of us and our survival.

Source: Of thee they sing with feeling – The Washington Post

Wow, Garrison made me think again… And all things considered I still find myself in agreement with the upper Midwest brand of populism that seems to have grown old and feeble along with the citizens who once expounded it’s ideals.

This mornings muse was interrupted by a repairman, I had to have  one of the sprinkler heads on the septic repaired, so I was out bright and early in the heat and humidity. Now it’s rain showers off and on keeping the grass wet as I work on getting the yard mowed. Though Deere Meditations in the humidity we’ve been having is not a pleasant thought.

The image above was taken on a trip down to Galveston when I first got my first digital camera. I was riding the ferry to Bolivar when I caught the way the ships in the channel lined up behind the American flag.

It was on the same trip I caught site of the above as I left the ferry. Another bit of history blown away by Hurricane Ike…

On another note the Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds are building in more and more each passing day. We haven’t reached peak yet, but when I look out my window, I sometimes see a dozen or more weaving around each other.

Anyway, go check out the piece Garrison wrote in the Post…Of thee they sing with feeling – The Washington Post


Tuesday. September 19

It’s Above Eighty Squared Morning Coffee Muses

That means the temperature is north of 80° and the humidity is north of 80%… Just way too hot to have spent any amount of time outside on the porch this morning. Even a fan blowing doesn’t really improve the way it feels.

The image at the top of the page is the way it looks from my preferred seat this morning. The image just above is what I saw when I did step out to get a feel for the day. My angel trumpet burst into bloom all over in just the last day or so. Each of those blooms hanging down is over 6 inches from base to bottom. Big beautiful blooms.

And here’s the view from the door…

Now, I have already worked thru my email, I have started the laundry… Now I need to make a few calls and start lunch.

Short muse I know. Enjoy your day.

Monday, September 18

Too Warm, Too Muggy Morning Coffee Muses

It was 79° at midnight and 78° at 8a.m. That’s not what I wanted to feel this morning. All of the windows had a lite frosting of condensation coating them this morning. The prognosticators are foretelling of afternoon showers. Radar is showing one to the east already.

Looking at the long range foretelling, there’s no break in the coming ten days other than for rain. The temperatures will be bouncing from the mid to upper seventies for a low to the upper eighties to low nineties for a high each day. Not my idea of autumn.

And once again I’m solitary in these muses. The pooch has been taken in by a neighbor with a fence who’s staying out of the neighborhood because of water damage to her house. At least I can quit worrying that she will get hit in the road.

I ended up wandering next door for a while and talking to the neighbor after I let him know his shop door was left open… Then it was time to wander on in and ignore the heat and humidity for a while… Now it’s just time to move on to something else…

Sunday, September 17

Bright, Warm Sunday Morning Coffee Muses

Back porch muses this morning… number one being I do not like this particular time of year on the back porch. The sun shines too brightly on me considering how warm it is. Come winter, the sun shining down has lost much of its blinding brightness and the heat is welcome.

I was greeted when I walked out by the sight of a dog flying across the yard to be petted. She was visiting the neighbor… after fixing her breakfast and her gobbling it down she headed back across the yard.

So, be happy Mother Goose, the dog has wandered back home again.