September 19, 2014 Friday POW/MIA Recognition Day Fly the Flag!

I might need to get rid of this Denise Austin at 20 years old doing Super Stomach.  Just a little too perky, almost like she just sucked the helium out of a balloon.  It is only a 15 ab workout but at her speed it seems like 2 hours packed into 15 minutes. 


James chapter 5 - Talking here about confessing your sin and receiving forgiveness.  We don't like to admit our guilt to anyone, but it is the best way to admit it to our selves so we can cleanse our souls and forgive ourselves.  God knows that.


On this day:
1998 - Waynette and her mom came over, Mom, Nicole and I went with them to the DIA to see the Angels from the Vatican exhibit.  I still remember so many of those pieces of art, but my favorite was Mary holding Jesus' body after the Crucifixion, across her lap.  Still brings tears.


1819 - John Keats wrote "Ode to Autumn." -

CCLV. Ode to Autumn

SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,	5
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease;	10
For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;	15
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;	20
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day	25
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river-sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;	30
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. Thought I'd print it here for you. Parenting - Get your culture on here!. Damascus - Museum  Print available Street Scene in Damascus. Enjoy the day!  Make it memorable!