January 1
Welcome to 2017. The holidays are still moving forward, so blogging will
continue to be light. Regular TDE operations will resume on Tuesday.
Eric Scheske
2017
Well, good riddance to 2016. After 2009 (the year my Dad died), it's hands-down
the worst year of my life. But on the bright side: It's over . . . and I
survived. I'm grateful that the hurdles presented this year are the worst I've
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> Drink Beer - LewRockwell https://t.co/znU7BisHWY
> — The Daily Eudemon (@TheDailyEudemon) December 28, 2016
[https://twitter.com/TheDailyEudemon/status/814125922647478272]
Friday
We harvested this from the cold frames on December 26th. This will get us
through the end of the year. So with the exception of a 10-day span in early
August and mid-December, the garden provided all our greens from April 1st
through December 31st, plus a handful in March.
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Guess I need to buy myself a hi-fi:
> Chuck Berry, 90, announces first album in 38 years: "Chuck"
https://t.co/rxAehVvibR
> — The Daily Eudemon (@TheDailyEudemon) December 29, 2016
[https://twitter.com/TheDailyEudemon/status/814444928097013760]
Thursday
From the Notebooks
The Russian has always loved the Earth, venerating her black depths, the crops
that spring from her lungs, and the resting home she gives at death. She's the
Russian's embodiment of kindness and mercy in a land that has seen too much of
Wednesday
Miscellaneous Rambling
One of my children asked me, half-jokingly, if it's okay to pray while they go
to the bathroom. I responded with the Buddhist anecdote about the two monks who
liked to smoke. They wondered if they could smoke and pray at the same time.
They went
Tuesday
Miscellaneous Rambling
“The shepherd cannot run at the first sign of danger. Pray for us that we may be
a sign of the love of Christ for our people, that our presence among them will
fortify them to endure these sufferings in preparation for the coming of the
Kingdom.” Padre
The 26th
Whew. I survived another Christmas. They're the best of the times; they're the
worst most tiring of times.
It seems to be getting better, though. I actually made it to my mom's yesterday
at 5:00 without staring in full zombie mode. Marie and
Merry Christmas
by G.K. Chesterton
The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast,
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,