It’s not Tay’s fault that he looks like a stuffed animal. Really.
Tay sniffed his new soft-sided carrier. “I didn’t think this was what you meant.”
Lelia folded her arms. Didn’t he like it? She’d put hours of work into it. “What do you mean? You wanted grey, red, and cobalt.”
He sniffed some more, then peered inside. “What?” He disappeared, the cylindrical bag wobbled back and forth, and the top opened just beside the upper handle. Tay stuck his head out. “Oh!”
“And the front opens from inside as well.” Lelia heard the sound of hook-and-loop tape pulling apart, and Tay’s tail emerged from the back of the carrier. “The flap is to keep your fur out of the hook part.” Continue reading
And so Passover begins.
But smote the Egyptians (Exodus 12).
A blessed Passover to all my Jewish readers. Next year, may you celebrate in Jerusalem!
In light of recent arguments and shouting in the US, and the on-going celebration of Passover, here is a link to an essay with lot, and lots, of supporting articles and essays about governments that disarm their populations.
Click the image to go to the essay. Click the caption to get this and other pro-firearms Judaica.
Edited to Add: Perhaps it is because I am eyeball deep in reading too much about the 1920s-1969, but I’m getting a creepy feeling. I hope it is just from reading too much about really unpleasant people and events.
Edit April 5: Welcome, Instapundit Readers and Free Republic Readers. Thanks for stopping by!
“And the earth was without form, and void, and darkness covered the face of the deep.” Genesis 1:2, NKJV. Other translations say “all was chaos.” Some people maintain that this is the first mention of lawyers in the Bible, while others sigh and say that obviously, the US Marine Corps had been there (“chaos” translation).
All jokes aside, the idea of everything being intermixed and formless and swirling and without order or form appears in a number of faith traditions around the world. And then a Creator, often aided by different spirits and/or animals, creates order from that chaos and the world comes into being. Chaos is not good. Order of some kind is better. We humans do best when we can find order in our lives—not so much that we are reduced to near-automata, but a basic structure of some kind, sort of a theme that supports the variations.
It seems today that the pro-chaos people are winning. Or if not winning, at least happily sowing chaos and overturning order without having a better system to set in its place. Continue reading
“The autopilot won’t hold altitude.” The other captain had written the light-twin plane up five weeks before, but the chief-of-maintenance had (as usual) blown off the report. And it was crunch season for the mechanics, because in addition to the charter planes, and teaching plane, they had to keep two spray planes going and going and going. We had a procedure for working around a cranky autopilot, but it’s not fun, and there are times when having one that will do all that it is supposed to is very, very good. Continue reading
All of you who have sung or who do sing in a church choir know what I’m talking about. Those days when the minister of music, choir director, or other person in charge of vocal music in worship lets it be known that nothing short of vocal-cord paralysis (with a doctor’s note) or death (yours, and provide proper paperwork) had better keep you home. Or Else.
I should have known things were going too well…
So there I was, trying to be a good teacher and get all my copies done before Monday at 0745, or before “I have to have 60 copies on custom paper stapled on the right corner in three minutes!” I fanned the pages so they would not stick together, I selected the proper parameters, staple, collate, number of copies, and hit “Start.” Then I stepped back, checked my in-box, refilled the water in the little coffee maker, and sipped my soda pop.
The copier chirped, and I retrieved the pages. They were not stapled together. The middle page was missing.
Huh. I looked at the command screen on the copier, looked at the copies, and heard the machine giggling.
I’d forgotten that I needed to select two-side to two-side, not one-side to two-side, as I usually do. And I have no idea why it refused to staple.
Just to rub the folly in, the copier wrinkled half the middle pages that it copied, and I had to hand staple everything. And re-load the stapler.
So That’s what that Sound Was!