Saturday, August 31, 2013

Psalm Challenge 119

have kept with the weekly psalm challenge, a bite by bite, byte by byte, cyber religiosity meets worldwide friendships and spreading word of culture, beliefs, songs with universal meaning, no matter how your underlying belief systems is constructed, formed.
robert at daily athens was hosting and stopped not for lack of trying. his faithful hosting was an inspiration in itself. This is always dedicated to him and his family. like other bloggers i follow and have followed, i respect them all their viewpoints, perspectives, photos, reporting and rants.
so i have kept this up and will continue until i run out of numbers or steam, whichever is the precedent.
mary gerdt, monkton, vermont

Psalm Challenge 119

Psalm 119

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition (DRA)


119 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.
2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.
3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue?
4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.
5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:
6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.
7 With them that hated peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.


Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition (DRA) by Public Domain

addendum: photos from french-indian war reenactment. jasper sean our beloved little black lion, and a shadow box with this quote: "I think that feelings are wasted on words. I think they should be distilled into actions which bring results." Florence Nightingale

Monkton Chronicles Archives

Monkton Chronicle Archives

Moving my running rant into a blog post. Tomorrow begins September 2013. Still get excited around school supplies even though I do not attend school anymore.

June/July/August 2013
by mary e gerdt or others as guests editorials
all rights reserved

August 2013
Monkton Chronicles
Monkton, Vermont.

Monkton Chronicles August 2, 2013
Beautiful Vermont weather. Daytime 70's, nighttime 50's. Raining a lot when it does. The garden is slowly catching up. Speaking of catch up, Fred made some tasty fermented ketchup, or castup, however you spell it. Very tasty. We are trying our hands at pickles again and the fermented cuke pickles are quite interesting. Working on toning down the salt. Recipes on the WWW help get it down.
I planned on somehow archiving my archives of the chronicles. Too tired tonight. Have a Great week in your spot in the Universe. meg

Archives: July 16th. July halfway over and we got the rest of the plants in the ground. Tomatoes, onions, tomatillos, peppers, broccoli, cauliflower, brussel sprouts. Pared way down from some years. Luckily we waited. Many planted twice and lost both times. Getting late for here. The days already start getting "shorter", less daylight. Oh Yes, I tweetered to Astronaut Luca and he responded which was so very cool for a space groupie like myself. He said a day is a day up there too...
Travelogue entry: July 4th week.We got away to Virginia for a nice road trip. Fred is a good driver and we paced ourselves, rested and kept cool. Unusually cool there which is still warm but quite pleasant. We stayed w/friends and visited family too.
Fred ordered a sockeye salmon fresh caught in Alaska and we had a dinner that rivals any restaurant. Never had such a perfect tasting fish.
We had fried chicken w/family on Independence day and drove by Gettysburg, PA on the 150th anniversary of the infamous Bloody battle.
On the way back we had tickets in Woodstock, NY to see Amy Helm and her of them Natalie Merchant, who I did not recognize as a person who I have 2 of her CD's in 10,000 maniacs. I am so bad with names. I loved her voice, piano playing. Many other fine musicians there like Byron Isaacs, Dan Littlefield & Family, Simi Stone, Another woman...incredible music! Conor Kennedy-who I heard about last week and posted one of his you tubes-he has a new album. Fred and I got there at 6:30 and had a nice mex-style meal @ the Tin Cantina. We wandered to Levon's pond toasted him, watched the fish make ripples in still water...and we felt that Catskill aura. Peaceful. Special. The word???
Perhaps that is the best word.
Eden's Spring,
A spring from which Great music will pour forth.
The concert to follow was Great, Fun, Rare.
Live music is, just once.
We are so grateful to have attended this second friday night concert @ the Barn 7.5.13 meg
Soggy beginning to July in Vermont. The natural greenery, plants, flowers all full and healthy. The garden way behind.
Storms have brought flooding to many areas of the north country. Some areas still feeling the pain from Irene.
Our road washed out and we gently raked the rocks hoping the deluge slows down.
For me, still twittering, trying to balance musical/medical/interesting people-places-things/cyberstuff/news/writing/political-all sides/photography...Then my creativity lurched. Twitter said I could not follow someone. "Who says?" I thought! All I could do was... Google it..."There, Take That!" I said...and since that day I have vowed to sacrifice as few birds as possible as I keep under my 2001 Twit limit. Now up to 2006.
6.28.13 Still fighting the pipeline.
Scroll down for older comments and guest posts. If you tire of this rant, you can try to block it out and enjoy the music or tape some construction paper on the right side of the monitor so you can ignore it. Or go back to Bieber's tweet site. I only am up to 2006 people I can follow. Then I see Ruth Buzzi. I cannot follow her! Somebody has to go. no fair. Bieber gets all the followers he wants.

Fighting the Gaz Pipeline,WT #$&%®£¥€!¡
So, the town of Monkton,Vermont sprang (or is it sprung,spanged? Crammed is more like it, shoved down the constituent throat like a bitter pill.
What did the SB decide to vote for now? I cannot tell you.
I heard heard a rumor the SB signed a deal w Canadian owned Gaz.
It is their deal. they have ignored constituents....wait....they ignored Certain, select constituents. So if your country is needing a model structure for democracy, you might want to avoid our town. Meeting less than 24 h notice and they decide what they want anyway....How can citizens change this...well first they must open their eyes and see. Then they must vote. Yes, so many US citizens do not vote. You will not hear that in the newspapers of the lands with paved roads, only here on my blog, also the first newspaper of Monkton,Vermont. We saved a tree by posting this online.meg
prior postings:
did the Addison Independent Really use the Nimby word? Like did they know how I think, feel, react? I also got a bit incensed when the 2 pro gas sb in Monkton go making pre-deals without authority.The same SB who will sell your property tax lien for being 6 months late paying. You have to hire a lawyer, disentangle it, explain to your bank, be shamed,pay 8% to tax collector (what did he do?) and you pay the town's lawyer, weird and late fees and what else, oh yes, the ad for the newspaper, which is why the newspaper likes it too.
Delinquent tax sales are unconstitutional. I wish I was a lawyer I would challenge. No one has because they like buying cheap property from poor working slobs like myself. They are sick and someone should stop this.
Locally, we fight the Gaz Pipeline with pennies and words.
Oh, I wish I could attend meetings and be everywhere fighting every bad situation. Alas, if I am even an instigator, illuminating change agent, then perhaps I have served my role in this battle against pipeline through our fair town of Montkon. Where we pay taxes to conserve land we cannot get to and can't sell rocks so why on Earth would anyone want to make our town a lowly transmission field. That already smells bad. Posting links as they come in as we live in a newspaperless town.
Please say No to the pipeline. Yoko Ono did, on you tube and she explained quite well why New York does not want it. Once I started researching, it is easy to find out why a lot of places do not want high pressures natural gas transmission lines in mountainous plus lakes/rivers in places like New York, and West Virginia. NY even funded a study showing All the reasons pipelines are Not the answer. Please vocalize your opposition at this critical junction. No the Gaz company does not have imminent domain nor do they have a right to be here and do what they want. No, the selectboard has not expressed the wishes of the town when they invite the Gaz people in. I have, however, given up on trying to convince the SB of anything. I am trying to explain to you, who may have partners, children, grandchildren, pets, animals, first responders and others you love who will be affected if this is allowed to go in. Once a right of way is established, the lines will grow, the pipeline will suffer leaks, someone will get hurt. Property values go down. Taxes go up even more with the burden on fire and safety personnel. All at the benefit of Middlebury College and the Paper Mill across the lake. Please say no to the pipeline, today and forever. My voice alone cannot make it stop.We Citizen Fracking Fighters have still been on an accelerated learning curve due
to the divisive, attacking nature of the Gaz company. It is time to stop, look
and listen to the citizens who understand the dangers, who have googled
mountainous high pressure gas lines and saw the explosions, the faux pax's of
humans moving too fast. I have studied the prices both cost with gas prices
expected to rise,and environmental with fracking-permanent damage to the
environment. Our town would be a transmission field for Middlebury. We say NO to
the Pipeline. Will you?
jasper sean

self portrait

Sean was fairly self conscious
and usually avoided the camera.
this day he consented
for me to snap one with the kindle

We do miss him so.

And we still have 2 left
He feels a little lost
without Sean
He also misses biting Sean's neck
or beating him up.
it is a cat thing.

Girly Girl aka Missy aka Meredien aka Whitney

She's moved more into the downstairs and she never quite knew what to do about Sean.
So she would ignore him.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Blogging Forward: Doug Cooper...reflections: Seeking, Finding, Losing, Keeping

Link to Doug's blog...

Reflections: Seeking, Finding, Losing, Keeping: Much that I sought I could not find. So begins a four-line poem, a favorite of mine, penned by Lee Wilson Dodd. It was one of 100 quotati...

Friday Music link

Some fantastic music
from The Blues Brothers
Video from Montreux Jazz Festival 1990
YT link Fred found on FB last night
We are Grateful!!

Thursday, August 29, 2013

An Ordinary Day...they are not so bad

The Day  was ordinary

average, so so, nothing special.
Still there was something special in that day,
just cannot recall what It was.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Summer Views

Summer Views Vermont
This time of year, the air gets cooler, the flowers make a last dash before frost

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Travelogue for the Universe: Daniel Goodman - Keys To The Kingdom

click the link for great little movie.....

Travelogue for the Universe: Daniel Goodman - Keys To The Kingdom: take a few minutes to listen and watch this link......

Travelogue for the Universe: Daniel Goodman - Keys To The Kingdom

click the link for great little movie.....

Travelogue for the Universe: Daniel Goodman - Keys To The Kingdom: take a few minutes to listen and watch this link......


I Kept seeing Sean was a signpost,

or at least imagined he was.
We had him15 years,
1/2 the time I have lived in Vermont.

30 (ok +3) years ago I took anatomy& physiology for RN school.
It was the first biggest test of my metal.
My instructor handed me a dead formaldehyde preserved cat.
It actually looked a lot like Sean.

About 45 years ago in Illinois, my family had a cat who looked like Sean.
We named him Paca which is Swahili for black 
(according to the 26 language dictionary I had got at the 7th grade book fair)
Mom had a black cat statue which had Sean's posture.

So I see a pattern of black cats crossing my path about every 15 years,
maybe it has no meaning or relevance,
but if it does, for me they have all been good luck.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Brothers by different mothers

Jasper Sean


Buddy and Jasper Sean

Brothers Forever,
One Black and One Tiger Cat 
At last together.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Travelogue for the Universe: I Had a Dream

Link to a post I did about Dr. Martin Luther King...

Travelogue for the Universe: I Had a Dream: I listened to Martin Luther King's speech again on since I knew he would have it on. Just as MLK talked about the mountaintops,...

afterword...part of my frustration with the local yokies trying to sell my property for taxes due ($10,000 will buy a $300,000 property), is that I saw what discrimination does even to us poor white peeps. They did the same to poor blacks after being given a plot of land, made free and said go for it. So although I am not black, I am a woman and have been subjected to the town's BS about tax sales. Like they said they told my husband they were auctioning my property. They did not have to tell me, a woman landowner. I have a dream too, that people, all people, can own a piece of this Earth and live there forevermore. mg

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Psalm Challenge 118

Psalm Challenge 118

105 Thy word is a lamp to my feet, and a light to my paths.

Jasper Sean

verse from douay rheims 1899 by public domain.

Today Sean left the material plane,
early afternoon,
peaceful at last. 
He was 15 years old.
He was a feral who decided one day to move inside.
He bunked for years with Buddy,
our old yellow cat,
then Captain was his buddy.
He was my power animal and I realized his power did not die.
He handed me a small spark,
as his respirations changed,
We stood in the sunshine together
as i had a last hug.
Sean already in my mother's arms
where I told him to go.

Travelogue for the Universe: Summer reruns

»»click link to connect to poem««

Travelogue for the Universe: Summer reruns:

A rerun of one of my favorites. Summer memories are warm and sweet. I wanted to share a poem even while fearing once I let it out I wil...

Friday, August 23, 2013

Friday Night Musik

friday night musik

YT link of Carolyn Wonderland...

She will be in Stowe, Vermont on Sunday, Weather predicted to be Perfect.
She is a must see kind of woman...her band complements her unique style.

p.s regarding stowe 
i hope to alert readers to this wonderful venue-Trapp family lodge,
yes where maria, the captain and family found refuge, amidst the mountains that reminded them of their Vaterland.  Sound of music was the first real movie I saw on the Tall movie screen. those mountains a lot like here. 



they happen all the time
sometimes before your eyes,
or behind your back.

the neurosurgeon on the radio,
once an atheist,
nearly died,
saw God,

having worked with a variety of
the only one who could change their mind
would be God,
and it would be a 

in icu, doctors would sometimes talk in odds, chances.
the loved ones craved this
nurses cringed
when your number is up you cross over,
no doctor can hold you back.
when someone got better after a certain death,
we saw people call it a miracle.
was it just a missed estimation? mary

book: Proof of Heaven by Dr. Evan Alexander

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Play by play

Play by Play on the radio 620 wvmt
Susan Waldman & John Sterling,
Yankees vs. whoever....them.
Me a Cardinals real conflict, It is just that Fred started listening,
the games broadcasts play nearly every day.

I flashback to my earliest memories,
The asphalt playground.
Playing baseball, was there a game every day then?
Most days, in summer, there seemed to be one.

My memory of tennis shoes sticking to the tacky hot asphalt,
Being skipped for teams,
Flatfooted, could not run, Nor hit, catch or throw.
Loving every moment of the games,
no matter who played.

Would sit with my brother and Dad and hear their play by play,
Or Jack Buck on the radio.
Buying baseball cards for the gum
and hoping for a rare card.

Listening to my favorite radio play by play,
Susan, a knowledgeable woman who explains the layers, the subtleties.
John, classic p x p, love his consistency, stats, and love for the team.
They have a good steady banter,
drawing me back to the all American sport.

Feeling their excitement as they congratulate Susan's Star,
me typing this up,
sitting in Monkton,Vermont,
as the Fans file out of Yankee stadium,
I wanted to acknowledge these announcers,
who rekindled my childhood passion for
Play by play and

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

the speed of time

the speed of time

by the time you start to notice
it begins to
speed up
slow down,
usually at an inverse proportion
to the level of human

relativity by Einstein's descriptions.
to me personally,
a roller coaster ride sometimes,
a time surfboard,
a skating away on the thin ice of a new day (jethro tull's description)

Time was winding down,
Evening tiredness,
enjoying moments with 
fred and our cat family,
time fleeing into sleep.

Morning comes with
fresh batteries anew,
Time to go back to work,
Hope it goes well for you.

Time will drag on doing a tedious task,
Our human brain tired from
as we desire more excitement and fun,
it is over again,
dragging until our next one.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Silver Lake

last year we had a staff meeting at Silver Lake State Park
I found a few minutes to steal away and try to capture the Silver...
it was a beautiful and productive work day.

Monday, August 19, 2013



A movie I put together with random images
and music from the hard drive.
Credit to the unidentified musicians and I do not earn money from this.
The movie is officially dedicated to Colleen,
You know who you are,
That's why you are so cool,
that, and you like Led Zeppelin.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

The air turned cooler...

The air turned cooler,

and for a second,
a sadness as summer flees.

A leaf or two 
early colors remind us
of what's to come.

The swallows
putting their kids to the test,
Stay out all day
Packing in the bugs.

The garden,
barely planted,
already a month
or maybe a week
from the first killing frost.

The music on the box,
Blues, Rock And Roll
and jazz,
Play by play with the
The Yankees And Sox.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Psalm Challenge 117

Psalm Challenge 117

Psalm 117
Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition (DRA)
117 Give praise to Lord, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
19 Open ye to me the gates of justice: I will go into them, and give praise to the Lord.
20 This is the gate of the Lord, the just shall enter into it.
21 I will give glory to thee because thou hast heard me: and art become my salvation.
22 The stone which the builders rejected; the same is become the head of the corner.
23 This is the Lord's doing: and it is wonderful in our eyes.
24 This is the day which the Lord hath made: let us be glad and rejoice therein.
25 O Lord, save me: O Lord, give good success.
26 Blessed be he that cometh in the name Lord. We have blessed you out of the house of the Lord.
27 The Lord is God, and he hath shone upon us. Appoint a solemn day, with shady boughs, even to the horn of the alter.
28 Thou art my God, and I will praise thee: thou art my God, and I will exalt thee. I will praise thee, because thou hast heard me, and art become my salvation.
29 O praise ye the Lord, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition (DRA) by Public Domain


Cartoon I did about
The Black Pill....

Friday, August 16, 2013

Friday Nacht Musik

Friday Night Music

Black Country Communion YT link
Battle for Hadrian's Wall

Haiku for Judy

Haiku for Judy

This is for a friend,
The Poetry that she writes,
Heals my scarred neurons.

Every word that
She writes to the big old world,
Wisdom and Beauty.

Pain and Suffering,
Part of the mixture of life,
From ash, art and hope.

To blog takes spirit,
Persistence, Artistic Wit,
energy, time, time.

Thanks Judy, Blogger,
Friend, Poet, Artist, Person
Haiku with a flair.

Fatigue sets in while
Writing this,  been a long day,
Haiku for Judy,
I'm Breaking the rules,
Your haikus each one,
is a precious small jewel,
This one's for you,
Best Wishes,
Keep Cool!

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Jumping Rope

Jumping Rope,

it was never something i could do,

or do well, anyway.

The girls on the asphalt playground
made it look so easy,
The rhyming sing-song,
i tripped over the words.

The jumping rope a giant long
between me and the success i craved.
One girl on either end,
making great arcs with the rope,
in perfect tandem,
making the beat,
the verses,
It was up to me to merge in.

Step in,
i thought,
i had seen it done,
deceptively gracefully, 
a ballet entrance.

a failed experiment,
my hair and shoulders ensnared in the 
unforgiving rope,
scraping skin and ego.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Late news..

Something woke me up...surfing twitter w/kindle,
play a game, check FB, email.
Then I saw the emergence of the deal to sell back property to a man who lost his family's legacy to a delinquent tax lien sale by the town.
It was a feel good rare kind of never happens fairy tale thing,
if it were not for things like lawyering, which I guess had to be a part of it.
So I looked for clever tweets to re-tweet thus saving my tired mind from being creative.
Found not a one worth retweet. all pretty snotty, snarky,empty.
newspapers make money on tax notices, gossip, shame and icky stuff,
It would be up to me to set the record straight...

I am proud of Governor Shumlin for giving this man back his property.
Not a political move, nothing really to gain.
It was cool. I am surprised. The lawyers need to find new work.
No long drawn out scandalous court case.
Now, time for Vermont Property Tax Reform...if not now, when...


Summer Images

Summer Images

Swallows on a line,
Sunflowers greet the morning,
Summer's fine gifts

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Summer Music link

Summer makes me think of Janis
and I might have already posted this link awhile ago.
Seemed like a good fit for today.

Monday, August 12, 2013

There, There, All Better

Really thinking about Mom all day.
Sunday was my day to call her (the past 30 years) or go visit when I lived near them and once I moved out for about the third time.
Intended to continue my interview with a clone series but too tired.
We processed 2 grain sacks of wonderful fresh sweet corn,
mowed the lawn, yada, yada.
So stumbled onto this little piece I did about working in the ICU.
Yes you can and do get attached, some people shock you,
some worse than others.
I worked in ICU 8 years after 10 years med/surg, neuro/neurourg, ent, eye, you name it.
After awhile you develop some thickness to your skin or you and the patient would never survive.
But once in awhile, that moment, often the young ones, would pierce your heart and you would lose it.
And it was OK.

For mom....................................................................................................................................

There, There, All Better

By Mary E. Gerdt

2013 all rights reserved

It hurt.

I hurt.

I had to watch a man die while his family felt a part of them leave. Permanently.

It would have helped if I hated them, if I found some way to despise them and feel they had it coming. But it wasn’t that way at all. I loved them. I only knew them a day and yet I loved them.

They did not deserve this, he did not deserve to die. And that’s when I hurt so bad I started to cry.

I fled the sad room full of now empty wires and sobbing people and one dead man.

I went into the bathroom, turned the water on and sobbed. I did not cry that much when Katie died. So why now?

I needed a vacation, to go somewhere pleasant, by the ocean, in the sun, without all this. I needed to eat and buy useless trinkets with plastic cards, escape.

But here I sat in this frozen place. A sobbing mess of a human with a corpse for a patient and a family I loved who needed me. I filled the sink with cold water and plunged my head in. I blew bubbles and laughed like an infant. Come up for air. “There, There. All better.” I heard my lost mother’s voice.

Now make yourself go out and face them, face the questions, all “Why?”, “What do we do now”, “He isn’t really dead, is he?”.

I hear the responses coming from my mouth as if I and my mouth are separate. “Things happen” (How lame!),

“Make funeral arrangements.” (It will give you something to take your mind off what just happened.)

“Be strong.”, “He is dead”, “ He is gone now.”

“He is not coming back.” (denial a powerful force).

“You must go now.” “Drive safely.” (What if they have a wreck?)

“Would you like some valium?” (no really, never did that but have suggested they call their own doc to get valium.).

“Go home and have a drink. Call a priest. Call your mother, Call God, ask Him Why?”

My inner voice saying, “There, there, all better.”



Sunday, August 11, 2013



How one of a kind are you?
How Original?
(after typing it over and over the word starts looking weird)

I glanced at my face in the mirror,
out of the corner of my eye,
and saw features of my Mother,
She was original, one of a kind.

Yet, she fit in in many ways,
Selective Originality,
Focal Originality,
Moderate Conformist,
Obedient employee, 
yet as to her being original, 
I do not doubt this.

We got out our DVD's of the Midnight Rambles last night,
Saturday night,
(DVD available to buy at
I did not realize Sean Costello was in quite a few.
(What a loss, so young...)
Levon And Johnny Johnson have passed on,
after a lifetime of creating music,
each of them unique, one of a kind and are brimming with

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Psalm Challenge # 116

Psalm Challenge # 116

i joined the Psalm Challenge hosted by a friend in Greece who is from Germany. There were people entering from all over the world.
i enjoyed reading the German translations, Hebrew, all over interpretations. I started reading one psalm at a time and reading other's commentary. I am thankful to Robert et al for leading me to this exercise & I feel compelled to continue on.

first i am posting a video i did for mom, gone a year
and seemingly forever,
her spirit is all around me, every day.
I am grateful for her memory and all she did
to fight for me,
and every man, woman and child.
She was that Great.
she wanted me to study the bible, we talked bible, and other philosophical subjects
Psalm 116
Commentary from the public domain.
I got to this quote and it was enough.

Psalm 116 - Matthew Henry's Concise Commentary on the Bible...

all credit to matthew henry...borrowed for educational purposes :) meg.

The psalmist declares his love to the Lord.

We have many reasons for loving the Lord, but are most affected by his loving-kindness when relieved out of deep distress. When a poor sinner is awakened to a sense of his state, and fears that he must soon sink under the just wrath of God, then he finds trouble and sorrow. But let all such call upon the Lord to deliver their souls, and they will find him gracious and true to his promise. Neither ignorance nor guilt will hinder their salvation, when they put their trust in the Lord. [mary's notes: sorry, with some crimes i have trouble not believing you might just rot in a cesspool of dead end being, forever burning, or suspended over a cliff by your pinky for eternity, not salvation,but that is just little old sometimes vindictive human me.meg]Let us all speak of God as we have found him; and have we ever found him otherwise than just and good? It is of his mercies that we are not consumed. Let those who labour and are heavy laden come to him, that they may find rest to their souls; and if at all drawn from their rest, let them haste to return, remembering how bountifully the Lord has dealt with them. We should deem ourselves bound to walk as in his presence. It is a great mercy to be kept from being swallowed up with over-much sorrow. It is a great mercy for God to hold us by the right hand, so that we are not overcome and overthrown by a temptation. But when we enter the heavenly rest, deliverance from sin and sorrow will be complete; we shall behold the glory of the Lord, and walk in his presence with delight we cannot now conceive. (Ps 116:10-19)


About this commentary:
Matthew Henry's Concise Commentary on the Bible is available in the Public Domain.

Blogging Forward, guest of a friend: Yes Vermont Yankee: Vermont Is Part of the World: Guest Post by N Nadi...

Yes Vermont Yankee: Vermont Is Part of the World: Guest Post by N Nadi...: Reading Prong, in dark pink, from Wikipedia The Prisoner's Dilemma My American Nuclear Society blog post  The Prisoner's Dile...

the global view....well



Rumbling Thunder,

The winds must have woke me up in the night,
Growing, Gusting, Pelting the house with rain,
Like the weather has done here for over a hundred years.

Part of me was secretly happy to hear the distant thunder.
Part was nearly terrified at the succession of sounds.
I pushed that part down, down.
Jumping out of bed to unplug the modem,
Returning to bed joined by Missy cat.
Trying to keep her from jumping on Fred and waking him.

Lighting and Thunder  gained in frequency and proximity.
Then engulfed in a swirling devil storm.
Chain lightning caused Missy to burrow in farther,
purring nervously, tentatively.

Then a Rumble, a deep, vibrating low and powerful,
Indescribably exotic, really like an earthquake
if I have to make a comparison.
If I don't have to make a comparison,
I have never heard such a sound,
and am glad it stopped.

We had just a few branches down.
Will be awhile before I forget that

Friday, August 9, 2013

Friday Musik

Friday Musik

Hard to pick from so many links in y.t. universe.
This one posted by someone I follow and picked
Alexis P Suter and her entourage of magical musicians.
Tribute to Bobby Bland.
The simple message of Love
the message,
Happy Friday!

You tube link and buy her/their music!...

Love them!

video posted by Josh Clement...

Thursday, August 8, 2013


Amazing story of a courageous woman and her family.
Buy her cookbook,
You will not forget her.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Some more Fracking Articles...Thx to Stop Gas Pipeline group

Thanks Jane and our web of gas pipeline opponents.

Here are some articles shared by people who care. You should too.

From Canadians...

About our precious food supply...

Some more science behind our griping...
And link to the Pipe up channel...
With personal videos opposing the you know what...

And from all the news that is fit to print...
Connect the dots guys, this could become a fracking reality...
(editor:sorry, first edition is the

Compare a gas pipeline to a highway denial....
Heaven knows the Circ could have eased congestion, traffic flow, safety,
better for businesses. But the EPA said no.
read on:
This is where they want to the the pipeline now...with no enviro review.
look the other way?

Scary fracking article here...

more about the lifetime gag order..

That should get you warmed up...hard to keep up with this all let alone fight it.


Summer Movie

My movie of the French & Indian War Reenactment
at Crown Point, NY

It was a great day.
Dedicated reenactors made the experience more lifelike.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013



The name of a great book by Buckminster Fuller.
It is the hunch, gut feeling, a little Bird in your ear,
or echoes of your Mother's voice.

The more I think about
the more I see that part must come with the dNA.

It takes many years of practice to 
develop the personal algorithms that form a framework for
Intuition, derived, hopefully, by careful observation,
critical eye, personal commitment.

Psychics no doubt see through some of the patterns
We may not notice.
But can they truly see past their own 

Monday, August 5, 2013



Swallows fly up and down and all around,
Scooping insects in a graceful gulp,
Babies rest only briefly,
Parents pushing the babies
To Fly, fly, fly.....

p.s. we saw at least 3 robust healthy bats last night.
a good sign indeed. Had not seen one in a few years.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Saturday, August 3, 2013

psalm challenge 115

Heaven and Earth

we are blessed
to enjoy such beauty.
Humans then introduce the concepts of
would have, could have, should have,
and actions like lying
and worshipped gold and silver.
Do not fret too long,
There is a plan.


Downtown Edwardsville by Betsy P. Gerdt circa 1967
 Mom painted this great night view of Main Street.
Notice the Blue Note lounge.
The Pool Hall, The Impala, One Hour Martinizing,
the Jail tree.
Love her perspective.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Friday Musik link

Music link to wake up your Friday.

Black Country Communion
from Live over Europe...Great bunch of tunes
I Can See Your Spirit by BCC....happy friday, freitag....

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Eighth Month

Eighth Month

The nicest weather of the summer in Vermont just ahead.
Before September when the leaves officially start turning,
Our garden reduced greatly in size
but quality is good.
A deer was browsing up there
which has us worried.

For 31 days
we can enjoy the summer days in the 70's
evenings 50 or so.

Meanwhile I find it impossible
to open and post all the correspondence
I get opposing the pipeline.
Trust me, it is a lot.
Will put up links as I can.

Happy August

from the archives
picture by Fred, 
Swallow Close Encounter.