tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128942682024-03-07T18:25:51.379-05:00Pat's Pond"Just a Little Fish in a Little Pond."
Photos and thoughts on local occurrences and scenery. Visitors welcome.pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.comBlogger834125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-36541143124850876222018-11-11T07:38:00.003-05:002018-11-11T07:38:49.237-05:00Armistice and Irony by Josephine A. Baker
My Grammy's Poem: A true story
Armistice - And Irony
I can see them yet, as they marched away,So debonair, so brave, so gay!I can see them yet, as they turned to wave,The smiles erased from their faces grave.And as I stood there, turned to stone,The sun's last glint from their rifles shone.I can still see my Mother, with face so whiteAnd my Father, standing so still,Trying to think that pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-74368614841768116102018-11-05T14:16:00.001-05:002018-11-05T14:16:38.092-05:00I NEVER KNEW THATI have been using Google Chrome almost since its debut. A few years ago, I noticed that many new computers offer only Edge. Since I use many Google Chrome features, I ignored the new Edge, except when word processing.
Then I bought a really inexpensive Acer, and Edge was part of the package. It wasn't long before I wound up back with Chrome.
I got rid of the cheap Acer when I pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-34694692818172046012018-09-25T14:58:00.001-05:002018-09-25T14:58:50.632-05:00Just apropos of nothing in particular.
JJ Leander is my pen name, and I now have five books out. Two are racy novelettes, and three are re-imaginings of the Rosary Mysteries, only from a fictional view point.
The racy novelettes are not x-rated, but the viewpoint is adult. There are many mysteries of Christianity included, hidden in the stories. I would not recommend them pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-5898730190931064482016-11-29T14:22:00.002-05:002016-11-29T14:22:56.731-05:00Free Christmas Present from JJ Leander
CELEBRATE ADVENT!
In honor of the days leading up to His birth on Christmas Night, MEN SHALL DREAM will be offered FREE, so that you can enjoy my reverent and rather down-to-earth retelling of the event.
Check on Amazon under the name JJ Leander or the title MEN SHALL DREAM for your free kindle copy.
December 5-9!pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-86996577238250997232015-12-07T07:44:00.001-05:002015-12-07T07:44:09.351-05:00http://www.amazon.com/Men-Shall-Dream-Josephs-Story-ebook/dp/B018WORCSI/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1449491846&sr=1-2&keywords=j.j.+Leander
Please accept a free copy of my book 12/7/15 to 12/11/15pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-56813231932574198782015-07-06T05:13:00.004-05:002015-07-06T05:13:50.883-05:00Time sucks and Incan rulersWow! Facebook is a huge time suck. The worst part is how everyone expects everyone else to check it out a couple times a day. I am a once-a-dayer at best.
Right now I am still writing my book about St. Joseph. This is taking twice as long as I hoped, but I must be finishing soon, because I am getting a feeling of urgency. I wish I had an editor.
Even though pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-72948032557478911332014-11-11T08:00:00.001-05:002014-11-11T08:00:10.360-05:00A Gift to all the Manchester Bakers this Veteran's Day 2014
Armistice - And IronyI can see them yet, as they marched away,So debonair, so brave, so gay!I can see them yet, as they turned to wave,The smiles erased from their faces grave.And as I stood there, turned to stone,The sun's last glint from their rifles shone.I can still see my Mother, with face so whiteAnd my Father, standing so still,Trying to think that all was right,Trying to feel pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-488350074537750782014-07-16T15:09:00.002-05:002014-07-16T15:09:51.940-05:00What the hell is the matter with me?I can't even put this post in the MSCompanion. And I don't have a stupidity blog, so the Pond will have to do.
My daughter offered to do some yard work for me and I graciously accepted. Or is that gratefully?
Anyway, she clipped my shrub around the front porch, but called me to ask what to do about the mail box.
Mail box is a poorly installed classic green on a post with the littlepbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-46078024925735942412014-06-15T08:55:00.001-05:002014-06-15T08:55:25.485-05:00It's taken forever, but here it is.TIME HEALS: THE FIRST NEXUSES
is finally published. Thank you Amazon.
The novelette is short enough for a weekend or beach read.
If it gets any sort of reaction, there is a sequel in the works.pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-20418750570617646142014-04-14T14:20:00.000-05:002014-04-14T14:20:07.374-05:00Not hot, hot, hot!!!I signed off my other blogs about this time last year.
Big mistake.
One year later, and I am ready to drag myself out of depression and back up the ladder of evolution.
Since I declared that I had nothing to contribute to the Multiple Sclerosis Companion, I have lost both of my parents, have inherited more responsibility than ever for my MIL, gained weight, lost muscle and went off a pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-43632727562623093402014-03-04T15:55:00.003-05:002014-03-04T15:55:43.389-05:00Back with a vengeanceSo I decided to go off my sedative.
Last year was one of the worst of my life. My mother was gravely ill and failing fast. She told me that she never wanted to return home, where my father and brothers were expecting her to cook and clean. She had just ripped her arm open while falling from the bed.
They said she blamed it on Dad, and I know why. Both she and I sleep on pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-81923298847602193922014-02-08T10:20:00.001-05:002014-02-08T10:20:32.390-05:00Heads up. Head cold time!I should have known. My sinuses have been stuffed up for a few days, and I couldn't drain them into a tissue. Sneezing like crazy over nothing.
The most important sign went right over my head. Even in bed my left foot felt pinched. Almost as if I wore a stocking that was too small. At the toes, especially, I had that weird feeling of having stepped on pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-58283773050914247652014-02-05T08:30:00.000-05:002014-02-05T08:30:08.928-05:00One step backwardsWeeeeeellll. I don't have the stick-to-itiveness to keep submitting my manuscript. It may be all the rejections or it may simply be the Seasonal Affective Disorder: either way, I've had enough for now. I have begun handing out my best chapters for feedback. These are the ones with either dialog or action.
I need some good feedback for a while.
pb
Little Pondpbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-60896231781085860752014-01-21T11:05:00.002-05:002014-01-21T11:05:26.038-05:00Still Dreaming...Same as everyone else, I have joined the ranks of people hoping to lose the winter poundage gained over the holiday season. It's not like I enjoyed myself, what with the death of both parents. On the other hand comfort eating probably replaced riotous celebration and dining.
So I was not surprised when I had a wish fulfillment dream.
A MIDWINTER DIETER'S DREAMpbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-19175688727322846092013-12-20T18:24:00.001-05:002013-12-20T18:24:18.731-05:00Christmas without Mom and DadMom died Sunday, September 8, 2013, mid-afternoon after a visit from grandkids. She died with family by her side.
Dad died Sunday, December 8, 2013, early evening, after a visit from family. The Patriots had just snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. He was discussing it with his nurses when he happily, and unexpectedly, died suddenly and peacefully.
Coincidence? pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-16156094182263075092013-11-10T08:40:00.002-05:002013-11-10T08:41:32.669-05:00For Bakers and Lambs and descendants!This day has almost as much history for us.
Click here for the full story.
Then put out your flag.
pb
Little Pondpbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-5752156321130703882013-10-19T16:12:00.003-05:002013-10-19T16:12:56.652-05:00It's been a while, but I am still dreaming!http://litttlepondstories.blogspot.com/2013/10/ready-for-another-screwball-dream.html
Courtesy, apparently, of Ball Brand Canning Goods and The Green Horner (original TV series).
pb
Little Pondpbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-67707027872521651882013-09-08T15:53:00.001-05:002013-09-08T15:53:19.221-05:00Sleep peacefully, Mum
Relaxed, happy pose during a rare vacation trip.
At about 4:00 pm, today,--less than one hour ago!--our mother, Cecilia Rita Paquette Baker, passed on. She was aware to the end, and died in the arms of my eldest brother, right after saying goodbye to my Sister, Dad, and my other brothers.
Cecilia was the daughter of an immigrant cobbler. She got her GED and went to college in pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-43479634065069723002013-08-01T09:17:00.001-05:002013-08-01T09:17:30.881-05:00No RiverDoggingMy little Sarah will never be a River Dog or a River Hound. Sarah gets very carsick, even on short trips. I cannot watch her be so miserable, just so I can go to the Chemung.
Sarah is also arthritic.
Only three years old, but she gave her puppyhood and some breeding years in the service of veterinary medicine. Canine fetal research to be exact. Poor pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-81464879925477886012013-07-29T08:08:00.000-05:002013-07-29T08:17:00.136-05:00Sarah is settled in
Bubba and Sarah explore the run together. These days they both enjoy the back yard, although Sarah is much more vocal about passersby.
After five months, we are happy to report that Sarah is fully house-trained. I thought it would take longer, but she already knows that she can come to me after an accident. In fact, she has a little dance she does to let me know that we pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-66699623065737841542013-06-01T16:10:00.002-05:002013-06-01T16:10:28.752-05:00Hot weather hot dogs!Ok. It's only 88 degrees (30C) here, so we don't have a heat wave. And Husband RJ is still cooking hot dogs for supper. But I wanted something a little cooler:
HOT DAYS HOT DOGS:
Baby Spinach Leaves
Romaine Lettuce
Celery
Green Onions
Italian Dressing
Honey Mustad
Cheese (your choice)
One Hot Dog
Mix a quick salad with the greens and onions.
Cut pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-22403531262999758992013-05-24T08:43:00.005-05:002013-05-24T08:43:56.364-05:00Friendly spat
You could lose an eye like that, Little Girl! Oh, I know that it's possible, but Sarah plays very rough. And poor Bubba is overweight, underexercised and only too willing to mix it up with her.
Actually, the two are buddies. Sarah always wants to play, and Bubba tolerates her until he has had enough. This is the last shot. Before that they were pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-77787971451590421692013-05-13T09:01:00.003-05:002013-05-13T09:03:29.065-05:00Before the Frost
Just to hedge (and rage) against Mother Nature, we are posting these shots of Husband RJ's back yard blossoms.
Once again we are expecting a visit from Jack (A$$) Frost tonight.
With any luck the ornamental trees will survive intact, but it has been our sad experience over three decades that the wisteria is not so hardy.
When the frost nips them, we cannot expect any more blooms pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-81025170199301712602013-05-09T10:36:00.004-05:002013-05-09T10:36:59.829-05:00Not crocuses nor snowdrops
At first look these would seem to be some sort of miniature crocus.
Husband RJ tells me they are species tulips.
Apparently, tulips had their start in just such a humble beginning.
You may have seen the species roses that line the streets of the waterfront in Maine. It seems everyone has those exquisite five-petaled roses tumbling from their pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894268.post-23753029648959993932013-04-22T07:40:00.001-05:002013-04-22T07:40:47.234-05:00Booya!Every now and then I can't help tweaking those who text without identifying themselves. This weekend, I got one:
txtr: Yahmeia?
pb: Who is this?
txtr: Booja!
pb: Booya your self. Who beedzis?
txtr: Is tht yameia?
pb: No. Rmeia iz heronner skidmore.
(Actually, Elmira's mayor is indeed a Ms. Skidmore.)
txtr: No response:
After a pbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568681879593734160noreply@blogger.com0